Chapter 4745? Sword Heaven

In addition to the red and swollen cheeks that Jian Wushuang was smashed by the spell because he couldn't dodge in time, he was far less startling than the little emperor's swollen face.

These fairies seem to have already determined that the little emperor is the real color embryo, and took care of him with all their strength, but Jian Wushuang escaped the disaster.

After waving his hand to pick a cloud and applying it to his face, the little emperor continued, "Brother Jian, in fact, the place I want to take you to is a place in the heaven called Jiantian."

"I saw that the sword around your waist, Brother Jian, has been broken. I was thinking of finding another one, or I could just fuse the swordsmanship in that sword sky."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and some believed what he said.

After all, in terms of Xiaodijun's previous behavior, he frivolously took him to peek at the fairy taking a bath when he was not very good at it.

"What place is the Jiantian you said?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Probably, it's a place to put obsessions," said the little emperor. "Those who slept there were the obsessions of some old brothers who fought with my emperor back then."

Jian Wushuang nodded and stopped talking.

The two rested on the top of the pavilion for a few days before they set off for Jiantian.

Out of the Tingfengtai, at the edge of the heavenly world, a small world in chaos and haze is reflected in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Even with the strength of his Immortal Realm, he can't detect what is in this chaotic world.

But judging from the strong aura that came out from time to time in that day, any obsession here is probably an extremely terrifying existence.

Led by the little emperor, only after entering the chaotic mist, can he truly enter the so-called sword sky.

It landed in one step, raising a burst of gray sand.

Jian Wushuang looked around, only to see endless gray sand and stones, dry tree trunks and branches facing the sky, like figures covering their faces and crying.

This grey, sandy surface stretches into the unseen distance, intersecting with the sky.

"Stay secure, the killing atmosphere and obsession here are too heavy, if it is eroded, it will be difficult to pull out." The little emperor reminded in a deep voice.

Jian Wushuang nodded,

From the first moment he entered this Sword Heaven, he felt that this entire world was almost entirely composed of killing intent and a touch of unspeakable obsession.

It is hard for him to imagine that there is such a place in this peaceful and peaceful heaven.

Seemingly aware of the intrusion of external forces, the sword began to fluctuate on the sky, and the supreme obsessions shuttled.

The little emperor waved his hand and threw a golden seal, and then the obsession disappeared.

Traveling through this sword sky, it was only a few dozen breaths before the black stone giant hall, which was located in the gray sand, appeared.

Perhaps no one has set foot here at all, and the giant hall is almost half-buried in the gray sand, looking wild and desolate.

"This giant hall is where the old brothers of my emperor's father put their obsessions." The little emperor looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "Your swordsmanship is unparalleled, but the next guy in this hall, can't you? Usually, it will definitely help your kendo a little bit."

When Jian Wushuang heard the words, he couldn't help but think of the heaven-defying sword collection in his arms. If there really is Jinghong Tianjiao with a harmonious swordsmanship, he can rub it down and observe it carefully...

He waved his hand and pushed open the door of the palace, and a familiar smell of hot iron was introduced into Jian Wushuang's nostrils.

For the sword wielder, this breath of iron and fire is the most intimate breath.

This is the taste of forging a sword.

Jian Wushuang, who was originally calm in his heart, could not wait to see the person in the mouth of the little emperor.

This entire giant hall is vast and huge, and the building has no rules.

The entire hall is like a burning furnace, and the entire ground seems to be like magma, emitting a red color.

Jian Wushuang roughly swept the entire main hall, except for the hundred seats, only the faded murals on the surrounding walls were somewhat noticeable.

Due to the long period of time, most of the murals have faded and peeled off, but Jian Wushuang can still guess that these murals should depict the most tragic battle.

The sky is torn apart, and the countless immortals who have come forward and succeeded are dying, resolutely.

Jian Wushuang did not delve into the meaning of these murals. He believed that all the heavens had a tragic past, and nothing in the past could be changed.

It seems that it is not the first time that the little emperor has come here, and he is very familiar with Jian Wushuang.

After leaving the main hall, the air began to change from sultry to hot.

Even the force that escapes outside the body has a faint meaning of being burned, which shows how high the temperature is.

"This guy is not good at words and has a quiet personality, but when it comes to casting swords, he said that no one dares to be the first."

As he walked forward, the little emperor said, "In addition, he is the only disciple of an old friend of my emperor father, and the swordsmanship is unfathomable."

"Speaking of the old friend of my emperor, he is the only sword immortal I have seen, who has reached the peak of kendo perfection."

Jian Wushuang listened quietly. Regarding Jianxian and Dayanhuan's entire situation, he has not yet come into contact with him.

And the only one he has encountered so far is only the sword fairy Ding Baiyi who has a stunning side in the divine power universe.

Just a single sword made Wanjian pale.

But Jian Wushuang suddenly thought of it. Before going to Heaven, in the interception, there was a mysterious person who never appeared from beginning to end, but tore away hundreds of millions of miles with his own sword of shock. Tianyu, beheading dozens of Yanxian.

Could that mysterious man be a sword fairy?

There is no answer, some people or things may always be a shock.

"In order to make this guy concentrate on making swords, I will guide him all the swords in this entire sword day without the knowledge of the emperor."

"The last time we met was at the last Heavenly Court feast. I don't know if this guy has made progress now."

Walking forward, I don't know how long it took, when the ground under my feet disappeared, the entire giant hall reached the end.

But the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang's eyes.

I saw that behind this giant hall, there was actually a chasm!

And in this chasm, there is purple-red magma flowing from the center of the earth, rushing and roaring in it.

Countless real swords hang high above the moat, and each real sword slowly drips silver-white water droplets from the tip of the sword.

Jian Wushuang saw it so clearly, it was even more unbelievable.

Every drop of silver-white water is actually a sword intent!

Solid, concrete sword intent!

What kind of technique is this, it can actually refine the sword intent in the real sword.

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