Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6096: Fierce



In any case, he couldn't break through the opponent's Death Shield.

The powerful power of Death had completely transformed Broly into a puppet of the afterlife.

Broly's hair had turned a pale green.

Outside his divine body, there was a dark shield with some arcs of lightning flickering.

He had completely absorbed the power of Death and fully mastered it.

The current Broly was the true God of Death.

"Haha!" In the Temple of World Annihilation, Mie Sheng, alone, laughed madly, "Prepare to welcome death, mortals!"

Crack!

Broly slowly walked towards Jian Wushuang, each step crushing the ice stones that had been frozen for endless ages, the sound piercingly sharp.

On the opponent, Jian Wushuang felt the same sense of oppression as before.

He sheathed the Wanjie Sword.

This time, he intended to use divine power to defeat divine power.

"Ah!" Jian Wushuang clenched his fists, raising his divine power to the utmost, shouting, "Ha!"

By this time, Broly had also reached him.

The arcs of electricity on their divine bodies collided.

One tall, one short.

But their four eyes met.

And the distance between them was very close.

Only one foot apart.

They stared at each other, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The surroundings were eerily silent.

The sound of a fragment of rock cracking on the mountain could be heard clearly.

The strong ones from Zhen Ling and Qishen Temple watched this scene, holding their breath, not daring to blink, fearing they might miss the most spectacular duel between the two super strong ones.

"Whew!"

At the moment when his chest rose and fell, Jian Wushuang struck first.

He leaned back and punched, hitting Broly solidly in the abdomen.

This punch made Broly bend over.

Seizing the opportunity, Jian Wushuang kneed Broly in the face, the fierce blow kicking Broly into the air.

His figure flashed, surpassing the speed of the flying Broly, and just as Broly was about to stabilize himself, Jian Wushuang delivered a heavy double-fisted strike, slamming Broly into the ground.

This time, the entire Sword Tomb shattered.

Beneath the ice was a continuous flow of scorching lava.

The Sword Tomb turned into hell.

He unleashed a series of full-force attacks without holding back.

Divine power was brought to its extreme.

However, Broly, who had fallen into the lava, rose slowly as if nothing had happened, glanced up at Jian Wushuang, the corner of his mouth curling into what seemed like a sneer.

Jian Wushuang licked his lips, gathering abundant divine power in his hands, continuously unleashing blue beams that rained down from the sky, striking Broly below.

He refused to believe that his divine power could lose to one of the same level.

In truth, he and Broly were not of the same level.

Because the death power Broly had absorbed was equivalent to sacrificing himself.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Though he appeared strong now, he wouldn't live much longer.

The opponent was not like Chi Jiuxiao, who had fully activated the Heart of Death; he only appeared to be.

Boom!

The violent noise shattered the spacetime of the Sword Tomb, turning the place into scorched earth.

All the power was shattered by Jian Wushuang's divine power.

It was imaginable how powerful his recent outburst had been.

Even the Eternal Beings could hardly withstand it, and if they did, they would be severely injured.

The blood-colored lava surged backward, sweeping through the void.

It completely covered Broly.

As the lava gradually dissipated, Broly's figure emerged from it.

Unscathed!

"How is this possible?" Jian Wushuang was stunned. The recent attack had no effect at all.

Over at Qishen Temple, Zhen Ling was holding his head in his hands, deep in thought.

He could not understand how a former Half-Step Seventh Tribulation like Mie Sheng could cultivate such a monster.

It was one thing for Jian Wushuang to defy the heavens. When he was at Qishen Temple, he was just an Emperor. His current strength was due to what he learned in the upstream

spacetime.

How could Broly be so defiant as well?

Among the group of Inheritors back then, Broly was not one from the Grave God Mountain. Zhen Ling had not paid attention to him until he was captured by Mie Sheng and later realized his unusual potential, comparable to Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing.

This later proved his thoughts correct.

However, since Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing returned, he felt Broly could at most suppress Shang but was entirely different compared to Jian Wushuang or Hu Qing.

Now, he was proven wrong.

"Hu Qing, I feel something is wrong. Can you go help?" Zhen Ling turned to Hu Qing.

Although his strength was not impressive, he had vision. Just now, even though Jian Wushuang did not draw his sword, the divine power he displayed was at its limit.

Yet, it did not hurt Broly in the slightest.

The other party absorbed that Death power and had not even made a move yet. What if he completely suppressed Jian Wushuang?

Now, the heavy burden of Qishen Temple rested on Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing. Nothing

could go wrong.

Hu Qing also did not expect Broly to be so powerful.

He initially thought they could secure victory this time.

So, when he fought Jiang Shang, he wasted a lot of divine power and was now severely injured.

His fundamental divine power remained, but he could no longer manifest his future self.

He could not help Jian Wushuang.

"Your injury?" Zhen Ling noticed Hu Qing's pale face and quickly asked, "How long until your injury recovers? I still have some Life force..."

Hu Qing shook his head, "It's useless. My current divine power cannot be restored with

ordinary Life force!"

"We still need to give Brother Wushuang some confidence!" Wu Zuo stepped forward at this moment and comforted, "Although we can't defeat Broly, he may not necessarily be able to defeat Wushuang either, there's no need..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Broly, suspended above the scorching lava, had already made his move.

His divine power stirred the lava below, instantly creating huge waves that rose with his aura.

"Jian Wushuang!!!"

The low roar made the entire downstream spacetime tremble.

Jian Wushuang's figure above was somewhat unstable, feeling an unprecedented sense of

oppression gathering.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and advanced.

No one could help him now.

He could only face it alone.

Moreover, he had trump cards and backup plans.

No matter how powerful Broly was, he could not shake him.

But others did not know this!

In the battle with Broly, Jian Wushuang gradually fell into a disadvantage.

At the beginning of the fight, he could still hold his ground.

Later, Broly grew stronger with each fight, seemingly having endless divine power in his body

that he could not release, breaking through limits time and again.

Although it was only 20 million divine power, it could burst out with the power of 25 million

divine power.

It shook Jian Wushuang to the brink of collapse.

Broly's punches were solid and extremely fierce.

Moreover, it was a kind of reckless fierceness, disregarding his own attacks, exposing his

flaws to deliver the strongest blows.

Yet Jian Wushuang could not even break his defense.

He could only withstand Broly's onslaught.

Bang! Bang! Bang!