Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 4775
4775 Beating Up Cui Jing
Cui Jing also jumped off the soft bed after stepping into the area of the ancient hall and walked forward with a respectful expression.
Hearing the heart-wrenching screams, Jian Wushuang remained calm, as if he was not affected at all.
As for Cheng Qing and the others, their faces were also indifferent and they did not care.
To be able to reach the Yan Immortal stage, which cultivator had not destroyed a Heavenly Region and living beings for various reasons or starting points?
And the current situation naturally could not affect their state of mind.
The further he went, the more Jian Wushuang realized where the wails and howls were coming from. The Blood Sea under his feet was formed by the condensation and transformation of the ownerless divine souls of countless creatures that had been captured.
They were constantly being refined and could not be freed.
Yan Immortals were disdainful of such evil karma that exceeded killing. Only Yan Immortals who cultivated evil arts would do so.
Jian Wushuang gave the owner of the sand demon cave a bad label in his heart.
Under Cui Jing’s guidance, the dust-covered door of the giant hall slowly opened, and Blood Qi gushed out of the hall.
“Bring them in,” After Cui Jing gave his orders, he was the first to enter the giant hall.
Jian Wushuang and the others were also pushed in by a few followers.
The hall was cold, and the entire floor was made of some kind of almost transparent crystal. One could directly see the deformed ghosts in the Blood Sea.
There were not many auras hidden in the giant hall that was almost completely dark. Only deep within the hall was there a powerful aura.
“Lady Sha, I’ve brought them all,” Cui Jing put away his uncouth appearance and said with some respect.
With a ‘whoosh’ sound, a ghostly flame appeared and lit up the hall.
As the hall was lit up, the big pile of black mountain crystals almost filled the entire back hall.
Jian Wushuang’s eyes locked on to the front immediately.
From there, a tall figure in a large cloak slowly walked down from a cold chair.
Her good figure was faintly discernible, and as she walked, it seemed as if it could be revealed at any time.
At the same time, there were yellow sand particles moving in her hair.
His deep-set facial features were cold as he slowly scanned Jian Wushuang and the others.
Finally, she asked, “These crystals were all left behind by you?”
No one spoke.
As if she had already anticipated this, she opened her palm again to reveal a storage ring that was shimmering with a jet-black luster.
“From what I’ve seen, the crystals in this ring have been piled up to a terrifying extent. Are you sure no one wants to claim them?”
As her voice fell, a calm voice was heard. “That ring is mine.”
When their eyes met, the woman called ‘Lady Sha’ raised her eyebrows and smiled. “What a generous gift. Why don’t you give me these things that are more precious than sky crystals?”
“You wish. Do you know how much the things inside are worth?” Cheng Qing sneered, “I can even buy the ten Heavenly Regions!”
When Lady Sha heard this, she asked again, “You guys are not cultivators from this Heavenly Region?”
“I can give you the items as long as you let the three of us leave,” Jian Wushuang said. “I think the value of these items can be used to exchange for our freedom.”
“I also want the items, but I don’t want to let you go. What should I do?” Lady Sha smiled slyly.
Jian Wushuang remained silent. The palm behind his back was ready to open the Boyang Bottle at any time. “Do you really think you can defeat us?”
“I don’t intend to fight you all. After all, you have brought me such rich resources. Of course, I can let you go, but there’s one condition,” said Lady Sha as she stared at Jian Wushuang.
“Send one person to compete with Cui Jing. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, you will naturally have to suffer the pain of having your soul taken away.”
After she finished speaking, she looked at Cui Jing. “Choose anyone. I only want to win.”
Cui Jing nodded, then turned to look at the five people standing side by side.
Although he could not see through the cultivation realms of these five people, he could be sure that they were all extremely weak at the moment.
Cui Jing first eliminated Chen Qing from his mind. After all, this seemingly troublesome fellow had left a big shadow in his heart.
Then, he eliminated Di Qing, whose eyes were filled with killing intent, and the young guard in turn.
Finally, Cui Jing’s eyes fell on Chun Qiu and Jian Wushuang.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down from Chun Qiu’s sideburns. He was only at Ancestor-level, and after being severely injured, his strength was almost reduced to the lowest. If he was chosen by Cui Jing, there was no possibility of winning.
As for Cui Jing, he did not think too much about it. He pointed at Jian Wushuang and said, “Okay, you’re the one. Come and have a match with me.”
As the saying goes, pick the soft persimmons and pinch them. This was a principle that had never changed since ancient times.
From Cui Jing’s point of view, this guy was some clan’s eldest son, who was obviously pampered since he was young. He must have been piled up with heavenly materials and precious treasures to put on a show. It was simply an easy thing to win against him.
At this moment, Cheng Qing and Chun Qiu both had strange expressions on their faces, as if they had already predicted the outcome.
The rope that bound Jian Wushuang’s body was released, and his movements were no longer restricted.
“Brother Jian, don’t hold back later. It’s best to just kill him,” Cheng Qing said exultantly, as if he could not wait.
Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly. Since he did not have a suitable weapon, he pulled out the True Sword from Chen Qing’s waist and then floated forward.
Although only less than ten percent of his strength and Yan power had recovered, and his Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body was severely injured, he could still use the sword skillfully.
In the Divine Power Universe’s Cloud Palace, he had sparred with Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi for more than 100,000 years, which had laid a solid foundation for his Sword Dao.
Even if he used grass and tree branches to make a sword, he could unleash 100 percent of the Sword Dao’s power.
Now, he was standing in the same place like a rock. He slowly adjusted his breathing and began to try to resonate with the True Sword.
Cui Jing, who was standing opposite him, had returned to his carefree self. In his opinion, this competition would end in at most ten breaths.
Slowly focusing his eyes, Jian Wushuang gathered all the Yan power in his meridians and suddenly reached out with the True Sword in his hand.
Cui Jing lowered his eyebrows and smiled. From between his arms, several frightening dragons formed by Yan power began to gather.
The battle started at once.
At this moment, Di Qing was very unhappy, and his pale golden eyes were filled with killing intent.
The feeling of having his fate in the hands of others was what he hated the most.
But now, he was helpless.
Di Qing underestimated Uncle Yu’s strike, which was why he was in such a situation.
He had indeed died once in Uncle Yu’s hands.
However, no one knew that this life was just one of his nine lives.
However, even if he was spared from death, he could not escape punishment. The pain after his rebirth overshadowed everything.
