Thirty-six thousand sword intentions were blasted out from his palm at this moment.
Because the distance was too close, the black-robed Dayan Immortal could not avoid it at all, and all the sword intent was accepted by him.
"Zheng!"
The extremely clear sword intent slashed him away, and the black-robed Dayan Immortal fell into the void like a kite with its string cut off.
And Jian Wushuang couldn't hold on any longer, and his figure fell into the void like a flash of lightning.
The old man, who barely stood upright on the ground, looked up and saw this scene, and was suddenly shocked.
Then he jumped forward and caught the falling Jian Wushuang.
Seeing him covered in divine blood, seriously injured and dying, the old man gritted his teeth, and then directly put him behind his back.
"Don't leave, put him down!"
A roar of anger resounded, and the remaining three black-robed Dayan Immortals chased after him.
The old man no longer stayed, and ran away madly with Jian Wushuang on his back.
As a Dayan Immortal, his speed was extremely fast, and it was obvious that he had escaped many times before.
But the broken land still restricted his movements. The old man seemed extremely afraid of the black water and kept flying to avoid it.
"Old sheepherder, you are seeking death!"
The black-robed Dayan Immortal was so furious that he reached out and unleashed an unparalleled divine punishment.
Caught off guard, the old man was blown away, and his entire body fell into the black water.
Jian Wushuang screamed in pain and then passed out.
The old man also desperately wanted to escape from the black water, but under the black water, a pair of palms quietly clamped his legs, and then pulled him directly into the water.
"Help, um..."
After a few bubblings appeared on the black water, everything finally disappeared.
Three black-robed Dayan Immortals chased after them. When they saw that there was no whereabouts, they couldn't help but became furious.
The black-robed Dayan Immortal, who was almost cut into a blood gourd-like shape by thirty-six thousand swords, was extremely furious and said, "Look, you have to dig out three feet of the ground for me!"
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"Well, Gululu..."
Once he fell into the black water, all his energy seemed to disappear. The old man carrying Jian Wushuang on his back kept flopping under the black water, but he could not rise at all.
Jian Wushuang, who had fainted, was also extremely uncomfortable, his brows were furrowed, as if he might die at any time.
If you look carefully, you can find that under the extremely dark water, what is holding the old man's legs is a slender figure.
The figure didn't seem to be afraid of the black water at all, swimming freely like a water ghost.
His slender arms dragged the old man's legs and swam toward the depths of the seabed.
The depths of the boundless sea are like a boundless black crystal, exuding an indescribable magnificence and mystery.
Just when the old man felt that his body was about to disappear, the figure that clamped down on him, dragged him and threw him suddenly.
After a sudden spin, the old man was thrown onto a piece of land.
"Uh-huh..."
He was beaten to pieces, and at the same time, an extremely pure energy entered his meridians, constantly nourishing him.
The fragile spiritual consciousness was repaired, and the old man propped himself up and sat up unsteadily.
"What kind of place is this..."
Everything in front of you is like some kind of magical cave, with various crystal stones condensed from the purest crystallization of force, emitting a magnificent brilliance.
At this time, the slender figure that had been standing outside the cave entrance walked towards the cave.
The old man immediately entered a state of alert.
"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to you. If I wanted to do something to you, you would have disappeared into the sea just now."
The figure's voice was lazy and low, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
There was a faint light in the cave, allowing the old man to barely see him clearly.
The figure has long arms and legs, and a well-proportioned figure. Although his face is not handsome, he is free and uninhibited. There are some mysterious flowing clouds and water patterns engraved on his bare chest, giving him the wild aura of ancient times.
He came to the old man and slowly squatted down.
After looking at Jian Wushuang, who was lying on his back, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, he looked at the old man again, a little playfully, "Do you want to carry him on your back and go to that person to exchange merit?"
The old man trembled without any trace, and then said with some embarrassment, "Don't fart for me. Did you see me doing this with that eye?"
He smiled when he heard the words and didn't care about the insulting words in the old man's mouth. Instead, he pointed his finger at Jian Wushuang and said leisurely, "I have watched the battle just now from beginning to end. He is terrifying and powerful. He can easily
They killed all the law enforcers and only three were left."
"But he has passed out now. If he is brought to that person at this time, I think the accumulated merits will allow us all to be free."
"What do you mean?" The old man looked at him nervously and asked.
The young man with long arms and legs then said, "The meaning is very simple. It is to bring him to that person and accumulate merit. Will you do it?"
When the old man heard this, he didn't rush to speak. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I couldn't make a decision, and he didn't kill me."
Hearing this, he raised his brows slightly and said, "That's a good answer. If you had agreed with what I said just now, you would be a corpse now."
The old man was startled and his face turned cold, "What on earth do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. We have to leave here next." The long-legged young man shrugged and said, "We will leave when he gets better."
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Jian Wushuang felt a stinging pain in his head, as if it might explode at any time.
His spiritual thoughts, which had already reached perfection, were in chaos and turned upside down.
The immortal body has long been restored, and the damage caused by the black-robed Dayan Immortal to Jian Wushuang is not fatal.
The real fatal thing is actually Jian Wushuang's own overdraft. The way of killing is too overbearing, and the consumption of his own power is also extremely terrifying.
But Jian Wushuang kept swallowing Emperor's Pills to ensure the supply of the method of killing, which also caused his meridians to be overdrawn and exhausted.
Although he was constantly recovering, the overdraft of spiritual thoughts in his mind still left Jian Wushuang in an extremely painful state.
His temples were sweating profusely, and even the energy in his body was uncontrollable and flowing freely.
This terrible feeling lasted for a while. When he got better, he immediately opened his eyes.
As soon as you look into it, you see a mysterious cave.
And, there was a strange face looking at him with a smile on his face.
As soon as he saw Jian Wushuang wake up, the young man with long arms and legs smiled and said, "Congratulations on being out of danger, you can call me Bian Ziyuan."
"Bian Ziyuan... quite a unique name."
Jian Wushuang's mind was groggy, but he still remembered this somewhat unique but catchy name right away.