Behind Changmei was a woman.
She looks like she is only in her twenties and has a beautiful face. But the whole body exudes an icy aura, and the exposed skin is like ice cubes, so crystal clear that it seems transparent.
It must be Ling Yun.
It's really amazing that a woman in her 180s can give birth to a young woman in her twenties. What is this if not a fairy?
Together with Lu Yan, who had already arrived, the Three Immortals of Taihua and a peerless empress who looked like the Phoenix of the Nine Heavens were gathered on the Demon Sword Peak in an instant.
These are two opposing sides. There are huge conflicts such as going against the Holy Land, killing the Saint, fighting Lingyun, and surrounding Taihua. The most important thing among them is that Taihua has never recognized the empress.
When the two sides meet, one can imagine what kind of fierce collision will occur.
Being able to see the three immortals and one phoenix and witness what happened today is enough to brag about for a lifetime.
Interrupted by Changmei, Lu Yao frowned slightly, but remained silent when facing the Holy Lord.
At this moment, Ying Wushuang slowly nodded and saluted: "I have seen the Long-Eyebrow Saint."
With a warm smile on his face, Changmei said: "Haha... the last time I saw you was ten years ago... I lived so fast..."
The empress said slowly: "No, the last time was five years ago."
The long eyebrow smiled: "How did you know that I was there?"
The empress said calmly: "If the Holy Lord was not present, the fight would not have ended in a draw."
When these words came out, some people didn't know what they meant, but others were shocked. Five years ago, the Empress fought against Ling Yun. No one watched the battle, and very few people knew about it. Afterwards, everyone heard that the two had drawn.
This has caused huge waves in the hearts of those who knew about it. The twenty-one-year-old Ying Wushuang actually defeated the Lingyun Sword Immortal who had been famous for a hundred years. It was incredible.
They didn't believe it at the time, thinking that this was just what the empress wanted to say to save face. But later it was discovered that no one from Taihua denied it, and only then did the insiders really start to be surprised by the empress' peerless combat power.
You know she is only twenty-one years old. A twenty-one-year-old swordsman? Unheard of in thousands of years!
Chang Mei laughed.
Ling Yun behind him suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a fierce sword intent arose around him. The heroes were all shocked. Ling Yun and the Empress were at odds with each other. Do they want to take action first?
Changmei didn't look back and waved his hand slightly.
Ling Yun's cold eyes flickered for a moment, but he finally calmed down his momentum.
Chang Mei walked forward slowly: "Wu Shuang, I never thought you could become a swordsman so quickly. Isn't it too fast..."
Ying Wushuang Gujing Bubo said: "We can't be slow."
Changmei looked at her for a while, shook his head and sighed softly: "It's not easy... Is it going to be a life-and-death battle today?"
"Either life or death, this is unparalleled."
Changmei nodded: "I also want to see what you have been doing in the past five years. But think about it, you are not only Ying Wushuang, but also His Majesty the Qin State. Personal life and death may not matter. Where will the Qin State go without you?"
Ying Wushuang still looked calm: "He once said that the sun will rise no matter who it leaves."
Chang Mei had an interesting look: "Him? You mean that young man..."
Ying Wushuang was silent.
Changmei said: "Interesting little guy, is it because of him that you can finally let go of your worries?"
Ying Wushuang remained silent.
Chang Mei just smiled slightly: "Sometimes... this life and death... can't solve the problem..."
After saying that, Changmei slowly returned to his seat, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and remained silent.
Ying Wushuang stood in the center of the square with his sword in both hands, also with his eyes closed.
At this time, there were still two and a half hours until midnight, and the huge Demon Sword Square was silent, and everyone was silently waiting for the arrival of midnight.
At this moment, Prince Jiang was still running at full speed.
He ran faster and faster, and ran more easily. He was so happy that he wanted to look up to the sky and scream.
Meng Yi was surprised. As a grand master, he had a superhuman physique, but he still had to use his true energy to run away like this.
But my master has never had any advanced training in martial arts. Why is today so special?
He could see clearly that up until now, the master had not used his true energy, which meant that he was running completely on the basis of his physical body, and even he could not achieve this level.
What happened? The little bully was confused.
At this moment, Jiang Fan clearly felt the unusual changes in his body. Although he didn't understand it, he liked this feeling very much. He had never felt that his body was so good in his two lifetimes.
Maybe, Brother Long Ao really did him a huge favor?
The old guy once said that strange beasts from the mountains and seas are rare creatures that the world can see. They are surrounded by treasures of heaven and earth, and it is a great fortune to get them.
However, because there are too few cases, it is difficult for even this pioneer in medical knowledge to conduct systematic research. Let Jiang Fan try this time, which is actually him trying to move forward.
Surprisingly, it was successful. Jiang Fan seemed to have unlocked some kind of seal and successfully transformed his body.
While running, Jiang Fan even felt that his innate energy was getting more active, becoming more active, and even a little uncontrollable.
According to the old guy, Jiang Fan tried his best to restrain himself and wait until his body had fully adapted to this state before slowly releasing some to try.
At the sixth hour, Jiang Fan ran for more than two hundred miles again and finally arrived at the feet of Taihua.
At this time, his whole body was exuding a burning aura, and mist seemed to be steaming from his body.
Jiang Fan slowly stopped, feeling the burning heat in his body slowly dissipating and feeling refreshed.
No discomfort at all, comfortable, so comfortable. It feels 10,000 times more comfortable than after using the sauna and then getting a massage.
Meng Yi gasped and put his hands on his thighs: "Ha-ha-master, what elixir did you take?"
Jiang Fan couldn't figure it out either. He looked at his hands and didn't know how to answer.
Meng Yi was really exhausted. He had run 800 miles in six hours. Even with his cultivation level as a great master, it was completely too much. He felt that his true energy was completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body was shaking violently. His legs were shaking. It seems that they are not their own. My chest felt like it was going to explode with every breath I took. Even the cowhide boots under my feet were worn out, and I was running barefoot for most of the distance.
"Ha-ha-ha-" Meng Yi gasped and said: "I can't stand it-I can't stand it. Wild donkeys can't run like this..."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes, you are such a wild ass.
But I was really surprised. Six hours, that is, twelve hours, I actually ran non-stop for so long. You must know that the empress even prepared five batches of strong horses in order for the cavalry to arrive on time.
He took a long breath, good, finally caught up. The decisive battle between the Empress and Lu Yai was at midnight, more than two hours away.
There was no time to study the changes in his body, so Jiang Fan hurried towards Demon Sword Peak.
"Wait for me, master—"
Meng Yi stuck out his tongue, ate and followed behind with a look of resentment on his face.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped at the foot of Demon Sword Peak.
The disciples of Taihua didn't have a good impression of Jiang Fan, so they told him bluntly that they couldn't go in without an invitation.
When Meng Yi heard this, he became furious and cursed loudly, saying that they were blind and could not recognize Mount Tai. This was the King of the Qin Dynasty.
The people in Taihua didn't care, they just said that an invitation was needed.
Jiang Fan also frowned and reached out to stop Meng Yi who was rolling up his arms and sleeves to make a move.
"What if I have to go up?"
The Taihua disciple just said coldly: "Unless you pass the three levels of the Demon Sword, with all due respect, judging from the prince's cultivation level, he is only at the Grandmaster level, so there is no hope."
