Chapter 4706

If the little emperor died in this siege, the promises between the two of him would not count, and he would also be clear and go to find everything hidden behind the fog.

All kinds of thoughts rushed to my heart, and Jian Wushuang didn't make any statement.

At this moment, all the top repairs in this heavenly city have fled. In the vast city, there is only the sound of breathing.

Nearly a thousand figures came from all directions, and there was a sense of death in caution.

The derivatives linked with each other turned into the strongest cage, enveloping the whole Heavenly City in it.

The little emperor was very calm. Standing in his place, his hands were healthy, and he was wearing clothes. Then he tightened the jade belt around his waist and pulled out a slender soft sword.

It was the first time for Jian Wushuang to see his hand, and a unique cold breath surged.

Then, the little emperor lifted the soft sword in his hand and cut off the long hair that grew to the waist behind his head without hesitation.

All the bodies retreated half a step without trace, and the eyes with a sense of death were still not reduced.

"It's my carelessness to let you know my whereabouts, but if you want my life, let's see if you have that qualification."

The little emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long hair cut off in his hand fell to the ground.

The silent battle begins quietly!

With one sword out, the supreme Yan force was like a startled dragon rushing and plunging, directly crashing at the nearest black robed man.

Those with a weak realm were hanged on the spot by the sword intention transformed by Yan Li.

Holding a slender soft sword, the little emperor Wan entered the realm of no one. When a sword was cut out, another palm came out.

Just a few seconds later, dozens of ancestors fell into his hands.

But when the nearly fifteen Yan immortals surrounded him, the little emperor who had the upper hand immediately became inferior.

At most, he is only at the peak of Yan Xian. How can he resist the killing moves of 15 people who are also Yan Xian?

One finger hit out, right in the middle of his waist and abdomen, the little emperor retreated half a step, and a touch of red appeared on both sides of his cheeks at the same time.

Extravagant clothes were torn, and a thread of God's blood overflowed.

At the same time, the fifteen immortals and the fifteen supreme derivations combined and shot at the little emperor.

At this time of life and death, the sword peerless but shot, containing a surging sword meaning of a palm, directly across him, facing forward!

The polar day flashed by, and the layers of shock waves made Zu Ji unable to act in the center of the explosion.

One enemy fifteen!

The sword unparalleled retreated one step heavily, completely offsetting the combined force of the fifteen Yan immortals.

The little emperor widened his eyes and looked at him with some meaning.

"If you don't want to die, try your best to get out of here." Jian Wushuang didn't look back, and his voice was low.

The little emperor heard the words and smiled, "understand."

After looking at each other, the fifteen Yan immortals who were also defeated rushed forward again and surrounded the three with more violent Yan force than before.

Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to fight a long war. In order to cause more extensive damage at the first time, he directly released the ancestral magic power Tianmen.

The sky covering giant finger broke the cage barrier on the sky, like thousands of big suns falling.

All people in black felt a strong sense of crisis and tried to avoid it.

However, when the Tianmen gate of the power world was completely released, hundreds of ancestors who tried to resist fell on the spot and turned into powder!

With the pavilions in Tiancheng under this pattern, a gap was forcibly wiped out.

With the disappearance of the Tianmen gate in the power world, a more majestic and terrifying Kendo poured out, turning into a long river of Kendo and moving forward!

Some ancestors fell on the spot, and even a black robed Yan Xian was accidentally cut off half of the divine body.

The little emperor was on the side of Jian Wushuang, and his extravagant clothes were floating, so he easily captured any ancestor level that came up.

Three to thousands, this is impossible and crazy.

Although Zu level had done little damage to jianwushuang and xiaodijun, with their attractive damage, the fifteen Yan immortals still caused great trouble to them.

A sword lures and kills the first Yan Xian who approaches, and the sword unparalleled directly releases the vast sword intention and tries to block them.

At the same time, more than ten purple robes rushed from far to near in an instant.

"Xiaodijun, my partner is late." The thin purple robe directly shook away a group of ancestors and blocked the small emperor in front of him.

"It's not too late. You've just come," said the little emperor with a deep smile, "and rush out with me!"

After the words, the vigorous Yan force rose from the sky and swept the four fields!

Spring and autumn hard support, but he is the ancestor level, if there is no unparalleled protection of the sword, I am afraid he would have been hanged as a powder.

Unwilling to be here, Chunqiu reached out and took out the eight arm painted pottery previously given to him by jianwushuang.

In the spring and Autumn period, the eight armed painted pottery rose in the face of the storm, but in a flash, it grew into a shaking eight armed angry arhat.

"Yes!" Spring and autumn smiled excitedly, and even the unparalleled sword dared not underestimate the terrible strength of the eight arm anger.

The complete eight armed angry eyes are almost at the same level as the whirling father of the whirling sky.

For some reason, the whirling ancestor was far beyond the peak of ordinary immortality, reaching a more profound and mysterious realm.

And these eight arm angry eyes have naturally exceeded the peak of Yan Xian, reaching a certain unknown level.

Looking at this almost ugly body shape, all black robed people subconsciously stopped for a moment.

That is, at this moment, a total of eight black gold palms, with an irresistible trend, smashed and fell towards the earth.

"Boom!"

Because Youyan immortal couldn't dodge, the origin was crushed on the spot, and Zu level's body and soul disappeared, turning into nourishment and being absorbed by eight arms and angry eyes.

"Brother Jian, go!" Chunqiu turned his head and shouted, "it's too late if you don't go!"

Jian Wushuang nodded, stretched out his hand to summon Tianmen's extreme attainments, and fought for the opportunity to escape.

The giant palm covering the sky, which was made of thousands of divine soldiers, came from the gate of heaven and fell to the ground.

A group of Yan immortals who had already known their prestige had a direct tacit understanding and dispersed, and their bodies rushed in all directions, timely blocking the retreat of several people.

Hua mang faded, and there were still thousands of black robes. Their bodies were like the deep sea, and they were oppressive and breathless.

One of the black robed Yan immortals took a step forward, pointed to the little emperor, and then said in a jar, "leave him, any of you can leave here, and I will not stop."

Spring and autumn saw Xiangjian unparalleled, and there was some urgency in his eyes. For him, it was obviously wonderful to see the death enemy being besieged and killed with his own eyes.

But before the sword peerless opened his mouth, the thin purple robe took a step first, slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing an old cheek full of gully scars, "if you want to take the life of the eldest childe, you must pass the old man's level, and even your master can't do it, not to mention you bastards?"