Chapter 4801

Originally, he thought it was just an empty imperial body. At this time, he opened his eyes and was so surprised that his eyes almost stared out. His body was soft and almost collapsed to the ground.

All Yan Xian were startled, and all stepped back, trembling.

That kind of existence is not what they can imagine. Naturally, they can't raise any desire to fight.

As the figure in the emperor's suit opened his golden eyes, his four body shapes also opened his eyes.

The general trend is surging!

The air seemed to stagnate, and the four God peaks of the body looked straight ahead.

"Sir, please step back and go..."

Wretched Yan Xian's legs trembled, and he was already dizzy.

In fact, these four figures are Chen Qing, di Qing, spring and autumn, and Cui Jing. Even the emperor's real body, sitting on the throne and wearing an ink plume cloud emperor's clothes, is an unparalleled fake sword

The reason for doing so is actually a helpless move.

Originally, jianwushuang intended to directly destroy some inadvertently intruded Yan Xian, but unexpectedly, as soon as he left the hall door, he saw the previous scene.

The battle of nearly a hundred Yan immortals is powerful, even if it is damaged by more than half, it is a huge force.

Except that the strength of Jian Wushuang was restored to its peak after being inherited by the emperor of six crows, the strength of the others was still not fully restored.

Diqing's mind was unclear when his strength was restored to 60%, and jianwushuang did not count him among them.

If you fight with this team of nearly 50 Yan immortals, only a few people with unparalleled swords, even if you win, it is also a tragic victory, which is not worth fighting.

That's why he made such a bad plan to drive away these immortals.

But what he didn't expect was that although this group of Yan Xiandan was about to be scared, he didn't have the slightest idea of running away.

Jian Wushuang frowned and glanced at Chen Qing standing on his side secretly.

Chen Qing immediately understood, stepped forward, and directly burst out, "those who trespass in heaven, die!"

Hong Zhong's thunder like sound completely defeated Yan Xian's psychological defense line.

"Sir, just step back and go. If you don't go again, you'll all be folded here!"

The wretched Yan Xian shivered, obviously intending to run away regardless of what happened next.

Lao Cheng Yanxian gritted his teeth and said nothing. He was unwilling. After thousands of hardships, he found the former heaven by chance. Now he has to give up. How can he be reconciled?

Like Chen Qing, who stood at the holy peak, seeing that they were not ready to leave, he took a step forward and prepared to give a warning.

But because of his too big step, he directly pulled the wine gourd hidden at his waist, and scattered on the ground with more than a dozen black mountain top crystals.

The crisp landing sound sounded, and the wine gourd drew an arc on the jade ground, rolling to the feet of the old Yan Xian.

The air fell into suffocation.

Lao Cheng Yanxian looked down at the newer gourd at his feet, and then looked at the scattered black mountain top crystal, and immediately seemed to understand something.

"Are you pretending?"

Chen Qing looked embarrassed and looked at Jian Wushuang.

"War!" A simple word resounded, and the sword peerless suddenly stepped up from the throne, and an invisible long sword had been condensed in his hand.

"Kill them for me!"

Lao Cheng Yanxian, who came back to God, shouted angrily, "no one left!"

In an instant, forty-two immortals and forty-two derivations surged up, directly holding swords and others covered and pressed away.

Chen Qing patted the real sword at his waist directly, and carried the Wanjun sword forward boldly.

Spring and autumn also directly aroused eight arms angry eyes and rushed forward.

Cui Jing, who was the weakest and had no cards at all, was stopped behind by Chunqiu.

"Immeasurable."

A soft murmur sounded, and di Qing also started. A black black black appeared behind him, raising his head and crying.

Such a general trend directly responds to the combined efforts of the forty-two Yan immortals.

"Zheng! Shila..."

The blade is so sharp that it directly tears the infinite force.

The pure black, Chen Qing's sword, and the eight armed angry eyes of spring and autumn all burst out among the immortals at this moment.

A sword directly broke a fairy source of Yan Xian. The sword peerless glanced back at Diqing and continued to fight.

Even if the strength was only restored by less than 60%, the horror of jiuzhuan dayanxian was revealed at the first time.

The broken appearance of black and black treasures directly shattered the immortal source of ten Yan immortals.

However, after this confrontation, the original 43 Yan immortals fell sharply by nearly 20.

The old Cheng Yanxian, who was headed by Jian Wushuang, almost cut off his neck.

"Sir, please step back..."

This time, the wretched Yan Xian's words were not finished, and he looked at the invisible blade in his chest with his eyes wide open.

A knife cut it out, and the sword unparalleled did not stop at all. His arms held the hilt of the sword, and he cut down with 3000 swords.

The old Cheng Yanxian's startled eyes were a little angry, and then his arms shook, and the space around him suddenly changed. At this moment, it seemed that all reflected a diamond colorful awn, magnificent and fierce.

At the same time, there was a needle like sense of awn, emerging from each diamond awn, all rushed to the sword unparalleled.

Because all this is too fast, the sword is unparalleled to dodge, when even if there are nearly a thousand strands of refraction, through the body!

The indescribable pain of cutting seemed to be accompanied by his divine consciousness.

But these only blocked the unparalleled moment of the sword. The invisible sword in his hand, due to inertia, finally fell heavily on the shoulders of Lao Cheng Yanxian.

"Hiss pull" sound, sharp and unparalleled sword intention, almost split him in two.

He screamed loudly, the lute bone on his shoulder was directly crushed, and divine blood gushed out.

Wushuang also retreated at the same time, covering his heart, and a wisp of divine blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Since he has cut off the mortal past when he came to Dayan Huan, his ancestral aura and divine power have been returned to the divine power universe by him, so he has no so-called immortal source.

It was precisely the absence of the most important source of immortality that made him escape.

He has intuition, and the form of mature Yanxian is enough to break any immortal source.

Lao Cheng Yanxian, who was also seriously injured, staggered back, and the Yan force surging around him dimmed.

Perhaps because of the rapid dissipation of the derivative force, the face of the old Yanxian began to change rapidly.

The rather mature and square ordinary face disappeared, replaced by a heroic, plump and handsome face.

After seeing the face clearly, Jian Wushuang's eyes were already dignified.

That face, no one else, is exactly the three emperors, childe Yu, who participated in the peach competition in the heaven of zhenwuyang at the beginning.

But at present, his sudden arrival is obviously beyond the imagination of Jian Wushuang.

As the third emperor under Zhenwu Yang, how could he appear here at this time?