Chapter 4759 - 4759 The Seven Swordsmen
Chapter 4759 - 4759 The Seven Swordsmen
4759 The Seven Swordsmen
The only person who could represent the black mountain crystal and was inseparable from it was the Young Emperor –Prince Yan. All the Yan Immortals and even the top cultivators in the Heavenly Region under Zhen Wuyang knew about this.
Right now, in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture, there were several stalls selling black mountain crystals, which seemed to be some kind of subconscious promotion.
Jian Wushuang could vaguely feel the undercurrent under the calm lake.
“This time, I’m afraid we’ll have to be even more secretive about our whereabouts. Let’s temporarily delay our approach to Prince Mo,” Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.
Chun Qiu shot a glance at the young cultivator who was packing up and leaving, “Did something happen?”
He shook his head and said, “We unknown the current situation. Let’s follow him and find out what’s going on.”
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded. At this moment, the young cultivator had already packed up. However, he did not leave. Instead, he placed his hands behind his back and started to tour the city.
Jian Wushuang and the other two also kept a certain distance from him and searched for his whereabouts.
This young cultivator had a flower bag on his shoulder and was wearing a long robe that was not luxurious but was decent. He looked like a top cultivator who had traveled a long distance to the celestial continent for experience and pilgrimage.
Jian Wushuang was 100 meters behind the young cultivator, watching his every move with his divine sense.
However, this situation did not last long. Soon, hundreds of red-crowned cranes flew over his head and startled Jian Wushuang.
After all the cranes had left, the young cultivator was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh no,” Jian Wushuang muttered to himself and looked behind him. Chen Qing and Chun Qiu understood his meaning and immediately rushed in different directions.
The young cultivator’s disappearance meant that the clues were cut off. At such a sensitive time, Jian Wushuang could not allow any mistakes.
The three figures went in different directions to investigate.
The number of cultivators ascending to and from the are gradually decreased. Chun Qiu rushed forward along a street.
At the same time, the Immortal mansions and pavilions on both sides of the road began to blur.
Chun Qiu, who was filled with anxiety, was completely unaware of the changes in his surroundings. By the time he felt a sense of danger, it was already too late.
A piece of cloth wrapped around Chun QIu’s neck from behind, and then an unstoppable force came.
He was caught off guard and suffered such a heavy injury. His vision turned black and he almost fainted. It was difficult for him to even move his fingers.
The person who was strangling Chun QIu’s neck with the flower-patterned broadcloth was the young cultivator who had disappeared.
At this moment, there was only a sharp killing intent in his eyes. The unprecedented pressure of Yan power was not something that an Ancestor realm cultivator could control.
With one hand controlling Chun QIu, the other hand with a great momentum formed a knife and slashed at his Life Source.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden change!
Clang–
The sound of metal clashing resounded. The magic barrier set up by the young cultivator was shattered, and a cold light shone.
When the young cultivator noticed this, his palm, which was originally slashing toward the Chun Qiu’s Life Source, suddenly changed direction and blasted forward with a great momentum.
The two attacks collided, causing the sky to shake as they canceled each other out.
A middle-aged man with an aged face appeared. He held an Invisible Sword in his hand and stared at him with sharp eyes.
As their eyes met, the killing intent in the young cultivator’s eyes quickly disappeared. Then, he suddenly threw Chun Qiu over and took the opportunity to escape.
Jian Wushuang reached out to catch Chun Qiu. He looked forward and did not give chase.
“Cough, cough. Brother Jian, you saved my life again…” Chun Qiu clutched his neck, and his pale face gradually recovered.
In the short exchange just now, Jian Wushuang judged that his opponent was extremely powerful. It was absolutely impossible for him to be at the Ancestor realm like he had seen before.
If the young cultivator was determined to fight, he would be severely injured.
At this moment, Cheng Qing also rushed over. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly asked, “How is it? Did you catch that guy?”
Jian Wushuang shook his head. “I’m afraid that the situation will change this time.”
“Could they be the lackeys of Prince Mo?” Cheng Qing said with a frown.
“It’s fine if he’s Prince Mo’s lackey, but I’m afraid he’s not,” Jian Wushuang said slowly.
Cheng Qing reminded, “Brother Jian, let’s leave this place first. It would be bad if we bump into Prince Mo’s subordinates.”
Jian Wushuang nodded. At that moment, they were on the peak of a mountain far away from Heavenly City.
The young cultivator seemed to have some kind of special ability. When the scene in Chun Qiu’s eyes blurred, he had been lured out of Heavenly City.
If Jian Wushuang had not sensed his aura and saved him in time, Chun Qiu definitely would not have survived.
The three figures then left, leaving no traces behind.
After Jian Wushuang’s decision to temporarily delay approaching Prince Mo, the three of them settled down in a Heavenly City in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture.
“Brother Jian, why don’t we use this time to find out where Prince Mo is in the Celestial Prefecture? At that time, we won’t be unprepared when we attack his lair.”
In a pavilion of an immortal mansion, Jian Wushuang sat by the window, quietly listening to Chen Qing’s complaints.
In the end, he said indifferently, “Let’s wait for a while first. We are not going to kill Prince Mo. If we have a choice, we should try not to fight.”
“Although that’s what you say, I’m afraid that when we enter Prince Mo’s Palace, we won’t have a choice,” Qing Chen sighed.
Chun Qiu clutched his neck and said, “No matter what, we have to be careful. I also feel that we’re not going to have a peaceful time.”
As the three of them were talking, a cloud of dust quietly rose from the ground. Then, seven figures wearing straw capes and bamboo hats stepped into the Immortal mansion’s pavilion one after another.
Jian Wushuang’s eyes locked onto the guests.
Through the bamboo hats, he could see that the seven old guests were all middle-aged, and their eyes were indifferent and dull, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.
After entering the pavilion, the seven old guests did not stay for long and instead went to the top floor to rest.
“You don’t say. These straw capes and bamboo hats look stylish. They give off the feeling of an independent great sect.” Cheng Qing looked at the back of the few old customers leaving and analyzed.
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but his eyes were already attracted.
He saw that under the straw rain capes, the old customers all had an extremely hidden and sharp aura.
Only Jian Wushuang could sense the unique sharp aura.
“They’re all extraordinary swordsmen. Interesting…”
The old guest in the lead seemed to sense something and cast a glance in his direction discreetly.
Their eyes met for only an instant before the old guest looked away. Then, the seven figures all disappeared from the room.