Chapter 4767

For a moment, the air fell into a state of silence.

Jian Wushuang soon understood why Zheng Ying was surprised, because he had now turned into an ordinary guard's face, which was completely different from the previous face.

It's because Zheng Ying didn't recognize him as the unparalleled sword of the grand voyage.

However, the time and place when the two of them met again at the moment was so strange.

Why does this woman, who has quietly disappeared since the first World War, suddenly appear in North Tianxian state now, and it seems that she is rushing to kill childe Mo.

Is she the messenger of a certain emperor under the real Wuyang throne?

Jian Wushuang was a little uncertain, slightly opened his mouth but said nothing, and then turned around to leave.

At this time, a sudden crisis behind him made him suddenly turn his head.

Then a real sword wrapped around Yan Li almost wiped his neck and stabbed forward, bringing a trace of blood.

If it wasn't for avoiding in time, this sword would be enough to cause heavy damage to sword peerless!

After escaping the crisis, he turned and looked at Zheng Ying, his eyes sinking like water.

Zheng Ying's beautiful face was as cold as frost at the moment, holding a sword in his right hand. He didn't even say a word, and once again carried Yan Li to kill Xiang Jian unparalleled.

"Are you sick?"

In a flash, the second finger of the food caught the blade of the sword that went straight to his face. The sword was unparalleled, and he was angry. He said to Zheng Ying, "do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Zheng Ying, who maintained the front stab state, was stiff again, and her cold eyes began to have some doubts, because she heard something familiar from the words of the young guard in front of her.

But at the next moment, an even colder killing intention broke out. From behind Zheng Ying, a hundred majestic derivations suddenly emerged, all suppressed to the sword unparalleled.

Rao Shi thought about the old love again, and jianwushuang also raised his anger. He suddenly slapped his hand in front of him, and fought with those Yanli.

A large burst of martyrdom surged under the Fusang tree.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pointed out again, turning into several Yanli Water Dragons, trapped in Zheng Ying.

He didn't want to kill Zheng Ying. After all, he was one of the few people he saw when he first came to dayanhuan, so he just aimed to trap her.

But the more it is, the more intense Zheng Ying's resistance is, which exceeds the strong strength of general Yan Xian, and makes Jian Wushuang also very headache.

"What are you going to do? Don't go too far, Zheng Ying!" Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ying, who had been silent, finally said, "how do you know my name?"

Jian Wushuang heard his words and was also silent. At this time, he realized that he could not expose any information about himself at all.

Finally, he emptied and pushed Zheng Ying away.

"Don't care who I am. I advise you, childe Mo had better not kill."

After leaving this sentence, Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to entangle again and directly folded and left.

Looking at the somewhat familiar figure, Zheng Ying didn't catch up, but turned around and looked at the childe Mo who was lying under the Fuso tree and was as angry as a gossamer.

After several fights and escapes, childe Mo has seen it open, and there is only unwilling in his eyes.

Under the confrontation between Diqing and dayanxian, the whole Xiaoxian state and even North Tianxian state were on the verge of collapse.

The old roots of Hibiscus have broken, and the gravel is falling down.

Zheng Ying stepped forward and, facing the sunset of the sun, without hesitation, cut off the head of Childe Mo with a sword.

Then, she stretched out her palm and released her majestic force to easily crush his fairy source.

At this point, the fifth emperor under the real Wuyang throne, son mo.

The body falls under the mulberry tree.

North Tianxian state, supported by the Qi luck of the son of emperor Mo, began to collapse, and all roads and Qi luck began to be in disorder.

Heaven and earth mourn, which is the echo of the death of the emperor.

Zheng Ying, the terminator of everything, looked at the lifeless head in his hand and waved to intercept the last fortune of the prince mo.

Finally, the head turned into a handful of vermicelli and fell under the Fuso tree.

When the emperor passed away, the roads of heaven and earth trembled.

At this moment, Yan Xian, or Da Yan Xian, who was fighting in the northern Tianxian state, noticed.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the figure standing under the Fuso tree with a complicated look, and then left quickly.

When childe Mo finally dies, all Yan Xian or Da Yan Xian present will definitely be thoroughly investigated by the heaven.

If there is any trace left, it will be a disaster!

Jian Wushuang will never forget that in addition to zhenwuyang, who bears the luck of the emperor, there are 99 Dayan immortals in the whole heaven.

Any one of them is a supreme power with absolute strength to fight against tikyu alone.

So at present, the most correct choice is to flee quickly.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu, who were struggling to resist, only felt that their bodies were relaxed. The mysterious five swordsman stopped the attack and shouted at the sky, "childe Mo is dead, withdraw!"

Hearing the words, the two immortals with blood mottled on their bodies gave up the confrontation with Diqing directly and prepared to flee.

"Want to run? Stay with me!" Di Qing shouted angrily, shaking his arms, he grabbed them.

The two great Yan immortals hurriedly ran Yan Li to resist. At the same time, they said in a deep voice, "the childe Mo is dead, and the heaven will definitely trace it. If you don't go now, you can't go later if you want to!"

Di Qing grimly smiled, "there's so much time. I'll kill you first, and then it's not too late!"

"Brainless fool." Unable to get away, the two Dayan immortals are also anxious. At this node, the more you stay here, the more impossible it is to escape.

But Diqing didn't let them leave, and for a time they got tangled up again.

"Spring and autumn, Chen Qing, go!" A deep drink resounded, and the sword was unparalleled. Its body was like electricity. With the general trend, it directly swung away from the blockade of the five swordsmen and assisted the two.

Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded, and the three fled quickly together.

"Brother Jian, is your son Mo really dead?" During the flight, Chen Qing couldn't help asking.

He still can't believe that the fifth emperor under the real Wuyang seat just died out?

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "all the luck has dissipated, and there is no chance of survival."

Chen Qing nodded, not knowing whether he was happy or worried in his eyes. "Damn it, I even forgot to sprinkle a bubble of hot urine on the temple of heaven in such a hurry."

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"Don't think too much. First flee here."

North tianxianzhou is extremely vast, but with the dissipation of the emperor's Qi, the avenue is extremely disordered, and the whole Xianzhou is irreversibly broken.

The sword peerless is to run away from Xianzhou and hide the breath as much as possible before the people from heaven.

At present, this chaotic situation is exactly what he wants. As long as he leaves Xianzhou, even if the emperor comes personally, he will never be aware that he has been here.