The Emperor Has Passed Away

He was taking a gamble.

They were all taking a bet.

They were betting on Jian Wushuang's words.

Even Jian Wushuang was betting that the mighty sword formation would not attack them!

The reason why they gambled was because they had no other choice. If they really fought, they were definitely not the opponents of these unfathomable Grand Yan Immortals.

The 36,000 swords stopped.

At this moment, Di Qing even forgot to breathe.

The extremely sharp sword ray hovered in front of everyone's eyes and did not move forward.

Heaven and earth were deathly silent. The sword energies that had stopped suddenly retreated like a sandstorm.

Jian Wushuang let out a breath of turbid air and his beating heart calmed down.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief after the disaster, and even Di Qing could not help but reevaluate him.