Chapter 4720

One Yan Xian couldn't retreat, and was crushed into powder by the power world Tianmen on the spot, and the fairy source was broken.

The anxious battlefield was immediately empty, and more than a dozen Yan immortals all looked at the sword with vigilance.

That mysterious magic power is so vast.

On the other hand, Chen Qing opened up a killing spree, and each blow was enough to hit a number of Yan Xian who dared to rush forward.

But Rao is so, these Yan immortals under the throne of the little emperor are still tired.

How can twenty be rivals to forty?

Without the help of the three emperors, Jian Wushuang was invincible at most in the face of several Yan immortals, but now there are no less than ten people surrounding him.

He alone attracted a quarter of the firepower and was extremely depressed.

"Take your head in obediently, and I can make you suffer less!" A powerful Yanli peak hit the sword heavily.

The long sword in his hand reversed, and a sword tore the attack, and the sword peerless disdained a smile, "with you shameless waste, you are also able to take my head?"

At first, Yan Xian's face was cold, and then with a move of both hands, a total of 11 Yan Xian worked together to cover the sky, as if with the force of the whole void, he covered it.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are dignified, so he should first hold up one side of Yanli to stop it, and then lift the sword and stab straight up.

Juejian!

A sword can be worth a hundred thousand swords, to break the face!

"Boom!"

Ten thousand streamers burst out, and the sword unparalleled, holding a long sword, moved forward.

The awn that covered the sky was divided in two from the middle, and it dissipated rapidly.

And Jian Wushuang was also very uncomfortable at the moment. The joint strike of the eleven Yan immortals was not what he could bear. In this, the surface of his skin seemed to start to burn.

"Brother Jian, let me help you!" With a low cry, Chunqiu manipulated his eight arms to rush directly. His eight huge arms roared with the sword and covered the sky.

The sword unparalleled only felt that he was loose, and the strength in front of him dissipated.

Spring and autumn came to him and said quickly in a deep voice, "brother Jian, let's retreat. Forty Yan immortals, if we continue to hold out like this, we will surely die without life!"

"Can't go." Jian Wushuang frowns slightly. He has his own set of rules for dealing with the world. If he leaves so recklessly, it will be a disaster for Chen Qing, xiaodijun and others.

To retreat without fighting, the first blow is morale.

In any case, he can't quit today.

Reaching out to separate the huge power from the impact again, the sword turned back and pushed Chunqiu into the protective ring.

He was just Zu level. Even if he had eight arms and angry eyes, he would die directly in Yan Xian's attack if he was a little careless.

The only thing jianwushuang can do now is to protect it behind him as much as possible.

There are constantly Yan immortals falling out, and such existing power can destroy the heaven and earth between hands, not to mention nearly 60 Yan immortals fighting.

The void was torn apart, and the slightly closer plane of heaven and earth was also affected and constantly collapsed.

Nearly 100 ancestors were killed at the beginning, and the number of immortals brought by the little emperor was also rapidly decreasing.

Several people are already at the end of their strength. Even if Chen Qing's Yan strength reaches the top, he is weak in the face of so many Yan immortals.

A Xinghe lake sea sword intention burst out, reluctantly blocking the crowd of Yan immortals who rushed again. Jianwushuang and others have been surrounded.

So far, there were only eight Yan immortals left on the side of the little emperor.

Chen Qing's right arm with the sword was scarred, especially in his right rib, with startling scars.

These wounds caused by the same immortals are difficult to heal in a short time, which also means that the combat power will decline to a certain extent.

Seeing that there were still nearly twenty-five or six Yan immortals, Jian Wushuang and others were all depressed.

"Xiaodijun, after I leave later, you can turn back to the six day realm and stop reaching the heaven." Chen Qing whispered, "only living can we continue to fulfill our long cherished wish."

"Brother Jian, please give you the safety of the little emperor." He looked at the sword and said.

Before Jian Wushuang spoke, the little emperor said coldly, "Chen Qing, when do you need to make a decision on this matter?"

Chen Qing was anxious, "but if you don't go again, you really can't go!"

"As the successor emperor, I have to go to heaven. Even if I die on the road, I can't change it." The little emperor's voice was indifferent, and there was a will to die in his eyes.

"Oh, succeeding the emperor, a waste who can only continue to cultivate but can't become a Tao, dare to call succeeding the emperor?" At first, a feminine Yan Xian disdained to sneer, and more than 20 Yan Xian behind him also roared and laughed at the moment.

"Childe, just leave it to me." The thin purple robe lowered its head slightly and was held by the little emperor while taking a step.

"Just let the trash in his mouth send him on the road." His voice was indifferent, but it swept up with a heavy dignity.

Next moment, fight again!

The field full of dark color sprang up, and the little emperor was in it, as if he had become the emperor who really controlled one side.

"Kill the childe's descendants, and reward them heavily!" The feminine Yan Xian not only was not afraid, but smiled grimly. His body was like a ghost, and he rushed directly to the little emperor.

A sword pierced the lute bone of one of Yan Xian, and the sword peerless drank, and Zhetian Yan force smashed forward.

Tianmen Jiyi's terrible power came again.

However, the Yan immortals, who had already learned the terrible things, all worked together to stop it. Under the full-scale attack of jianwushuang, there were no casualties!

Jian Wushuang's heart sank fiercely, but he immediately lifted the invisible sword and rushed forward.

All kinds of great Yanli magical powers bombarded him, even if they did not destroy the divine body, they began to be injured.

The little emperor released the field, stretched out his hand and destroyed one Yan Xian, but then he was blocked by other Yan Xian.

Chen Qing and others are also struggling to protect themselves.

Shocking wounds began to appear on everyone.

In this fierce battle, when Wushuang and others were about to be completely surrounded and killed with swords, a surge of momentum suddenly occurred from the boundless void.

The sword matchless almost subconsciously pulled the little emperor in front of him and suddenly retreated.

"Zheng!"

A terror that easily broke the void cut straight, as if the potential opened the world, and hundreds of millions of miles of void were split under this blow, like an abyss like a prison of nothingness.

Almost at the same time of retreating, it didn't know where it came from, but with the smell of destruction, it covered the sky and rolled over.

There were more than ten immortals who had no time to dodge, and immediately turned into powder, and the immortal source turned into nothingness.

This terrible and startling sword directly ploughed the void into a valley of nothingness hundreds of millions of miles!

Dead silence, extreme dead silence, all the surviving Yanxian were dull at this moment.