Chapter 4709

Jian Wushuang seems to always look like a person who knows everything in his mind and is not impatient. In the eyes of xiaodijun, it seems that everyone around him has no guy who is similar to him and independent. Watermark advertisement test watermark advertisement test

The invisible sword rose quietly and condensed around him.

Together

Ten ways

Wan Dao!

Countless invisible long swords rose from the sky, turned into a terrible covering awn, and hung high on the top of each black robe.

A great fear of life and death surged in everyone's heart. Even Yan Xian felt a chill under the curtain of the sword.

Chen Qing, who was escorting the little emperor, looked back at the scene with shock, and a deep fear flashed in his eyes before turning away.

The sword was unparalleled, and his clothes floated like an independent sword. No one could see through his thoughts. With his every step forward, the sword curtain hanging on the sky surged forward.

The ancestor level cultivation with horizontal courage took a tentative step, and then there was a sword in the sky, and a sword fell!

"Pooh Pooh" sounded so subtle that it couldn't be any more subtle, just like a deadly sound, sounded in the crumbling city of heaven.

The ancestor level top cultivation was crushed into powder, and even the source in the body was broken together. There was no possibility of resurrection!

Just a sword intention, he killed a ancestor level. Looking at the extremely dense sword curtain on the sky, all ancestors stepped back subconsciously, and their faces were all shocked.

For a time, even several Yan immortals did not dare to act rashly.

Jian Wushuang glanced at all of them coldly, and his pace also accelerated a little.

Although the sword curtain was powerful, he knew that if he really wanted to start, these sword curtains could kill the top repair of Baizu level at most. If the eight Yan immortals worked together, I'm afraid the effect would be greatly reduced.

So jianwushuang is gambling that they dare not come forward.

Once you leave this heavenly City, it will be much easier to escape.

But after only a few miles, those immortals looked at each other, and a burst of ruthlessness burst out. No matter the sword curtain in the sky, it was a joint Siege!

Jian Wushuang was surprised, and almost did not want to release the sword curtain.

However, this sword curtain has a deterrent to the ancestor level top repair, but it is still a little weak for Yan Xian, who works together.

At first, a black robed Yan Xian waved and threw out a Yan force, swinging away all the sword curtains that were close to him, and went straight to the sword matchless kill.

"Boy, no matter who you are, leave your life here today!" The eight Yan immortals rushed forward together, and the Yan force in their hands changed thousands of times, straight to the sword matchless pocket.

The magnificent and terrifying Yan force turned into a big net bag under the cover of the sky. After the unparalleled sword pushed Chunqiu far away from the battle circle, he snorted coldly, holding a long sword to boldly confront.

In an instant, a hundred thousand swords, the leading black robed Yan Xian just waved his palm to seal it, and suddenly felt a sharp sword intention to break through the void and stab it directly.

At a critical moment, he made the most correct choice. His body suddenly tilted, and most of his left body was instantly fragmented.

The divine body was broken, and the unbearable pain made him cry out for it. A look of luck was even in his eyes, but at the next moment, the sword was completely broken into pieces.

All the top repairs were crazy. No one cared about whether the unparalleled strength of the sword was like a mountain flood.

If xiaodijun escapes, they can count one. There is no possibility of survival if they go back to recover their lives. Only by killing him completely can they survive!

The sword had no double-sided color. At this moment, the boundless Yan force poured down on him, and the whole vast Tiancheng was all powdered under this terrible pressure.

Without hesitation, he directly led the sword and kneaded the two forms of unparalleled Kendo into one form, forming an indomitable sword!

The crazy momentum that led the sky up and threatened to overwhelm the sky was rising rapidly, and then resolutely hit the general trend that fell by more than 500 people and the joint efforts of seven Yan immortals!

There is a huge awn surging and flickering, and the earth passing through Sichuan Tianyu is cracking, like a deep natural moat like a prison, with cracks densely covering the earth, which is extremely ferocious.

You should know that the strength of each realm in the Dayan universe is far stronger than any place in the divine universe!

Even there is no comparability between them. The place where immortals can sit and practice has long been the extreme place of heaven and earth.

But Rao is so vast that both of them began to collapse under the collision.

The little emperor, who was being surrounded by Chen Qing and the thin purple robe, felt the power of destroying the sky and the earth, and suddenly appeared a touch of red on his pale face.

Then he suddenly broke away from Chen Qing and the two of them, took a false step, directly stepped on the waist with eight arms and angry eyes, and galloped away behind him.

"Little emperor!" Chen Qing shouted loudly, but it was too late to stop it. He could only watch the body of the little emperor go away.

And the thin purple robe, called Da Ban, did not hesitate at all, and almost returned at the moment when the little emperor Jundong left.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and flew behind the fierce battle.

The spring and autumn sitting on his eight arm angry shoulder was also a little confused. For him, the little emperor went back to die, which was the hatred and resentment in his heart, but he thought of the unparalleled sword that was broken by his own power.

The eight arms under Dun stopped and stared angrily. Chunqiu turned back and looked at it from a distance, which was like a moth to the fire.

The next moment, he also flew back without hesitation!

'little emperor? It's better to die in my hands. I'm going to save brother Jian! "

A juejian beyond the meaning of Kendo in the past broke the supreme trend layer by layer, but then it was replaced by a more powerful Yanli theory.

The sword is holding on, and the derivative force in the body is passing madly, which is beyond our grasp!

Just when he was ready to call out the three emperors recklessly, a pair of bloodless palms, next to him, stuck on the majestic trend.

Jian Wushuang was a little stunned. It was no one else who came. It was the little emperor who was likely to faint at almost any time.

"Didn't I let you go?" Under such oppression, Jian Wushuang still clenched his teeth and murmured.

The little emperor smiled, and a wisp of divine blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth again, "if you return for six days, you must be there..."

"Don't, don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend the throne..."

"If you are dead, I will lose a lot..." the derivative force released with all my efforts seemed to put a great load on his divine body, and even his eyes could not be opened.

But Rao is so, xiaodijun seems to have something to say, "remember, you can't return for six days without you."