Chapter 4859

Zhang Tian can only defend under such an attack, and he can't even fight back.

He could only hold his spear flat, blocking the sword after sword, and his heart was extremely oppressed.

In a short time of ten breaths, the sword unparalleled cut more than 36000 times, making Zhang Tianping's palm holding the spear dripping with God's blood.

He said quietly, "release the immortal style, otherwise in your current situation, it is extremely difficult to protect yourself."

Zhang Tian's eyes fluctuated, and the original breath around him also changed abruptly, from the previous calm to sharp.

Thousands of red golden mans burst out from his hands, stirring with majestic pressure.

Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat, and his eyes were dignified.

"I don't know how many years have passed since I realized the immortal style, but I still wave my gun 3000 times a day in order to make everything possible today."

"In a word, no matter who is blocking the blood feud, there is only one end."

Zhang Tian seemed to be integrated with the spear in his hand, and almost swallowed the awn pole of the void and rushed up into the sky.

At this moment, the order of the avenue flowing in the void began to collapse.

"My immortal style is called bitter wheel. You are not the first to see Yan Xian, and you will never be the last."

"At the same time, I also have a hunch that if you finally fall under my fairy style, my fairy style will be integrated, and I will also enter the realm of Dayan fairy."

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, and the invisible sword in his hand tilted, "it's useless to say more, come on."

The reddish gold awn column rose into the sky, dispelling the violent vigorous wind in the void. Zhang Tian's hair danced wildly behind him, and the golden gun in his hand sounded clear. A golden wheel more than a million feet high appeared from behind him, emitting a powerful and untouchable breath.

"All Yanxian and dingxiu, stand back!" The sword is unparalleled, and its voice is loud.

Yan Xian, who were still fighting, immediately retreated quickly without hesitation.

At this moment, Chen Qing's eyes were dignified. He could feel that Zhang Tian's blow might not even be able to respond to him.

Unparalleled sword, OK?

All Yan Xian and Ding Xiu looked at this scene with dignity. In this way, the victory or defeat was determined. Whoever won and who lost was crucial.

"Bitter wheel, cover the sky!"

With Zhang Tian's explosion, the light wheel behind him, which was more than a million feet high, fell down, and the void collapsed. All the top practitioners and even Yan Xian were shocked to see this scene.

This light wheel is too vast. Almost in the moment of approaching, it covers a million miles of void. Even if Yan Xian is under this immortal style, I'm afraid his charm will disappear.

Jian Wushuang stood in place, looking at the light wheel that covered the ground, and his eyes were calm.

"Hum..."

Hongzhong's big LV like hum resounded through the void, and the reddish golden awn almost swallowed everything in an instant.

The pupil of the little emperor who retreated from afar suddenly contracted, and subconsciously he was about to run forward.

Chen Qing grabbed him, "xiaodijun, calm down. Brother Jian can't fall like this."

"Even if it's impossible to fall like this, it's too risky for him to do so." Xiaodijun took a deep breath, and then stared forward.

At the same time, Zhang Tian's arm suddenly shook and threw the spear into the void.

In an instant, there were hundreds of thousands of long guns, each humming in bursts.

"Go!"

He drank heavily, smashed the void with 100000 long guns, and stabbed the center of the bitter wheel from all directions.

In the eyes of all top practitioners, the end is a foregone conclusion.

Including Zhang Tian, the master of the immortal realm, showed a smile at this moment.

But this smile was frozen before it was fully exposed.

At the next moment, the shadow of 100000 long guns suddenly stopped on the bitter wheel, and it was even more difficult to score half an inch.

Then, a true shadow, which was also more than a million feet high, appeared!

It was a long hair floating, and the real shadow of divine power was fully displayed in his eyes. A seven star galaxy was slowly flowing between his eyebrows, and his perseverance was at the extreme.

That is the unparalleled shadow of the sword, without my shadow.

Every breath seemed to be a cosmic reincarnation, and his appearance was like the embodiment of the rules and order of heaven, which made Yan Xian feel oppressed.

Then, the magnificent shadow slowly stretched out its palm and brushed lightly, and all the 100000 long guns hanging in the void were destroyed.

And the bitter wheel that bound the unparalleled true Shadow of the sword could not bear the pressure, so as to make up for the crack.

With the burst of a dazzling light to the extreme, the bitter wheel is broken!

All Yanxian and dingxiu covered their eyes at this moment.

When Hua mang dissipates, everything is gloomy.

The huge shadow looked down, and there was no joy or sorrow in the eyes that exuded divine power.

In his palm, a toothpick like red gold spear had broken in two.

All Yan Xian and Ding Xiu who survived in the immortal realm retreated subconsciously, and all looked like dead ashes.

Zhang Tian's face changed again and again, and his arrogant cheek also lost its blood color.

Then he opened his mouth and suddenly vomited a mouthful of thick divine blood!

Benming's golden spear was destroyed, which was almost related to his fairy source, and was directly hit unimaginably!

My true shadow slowly dispersed, and the sword peerless stepped down in the air.

At this moment, all the immortals and top practitioners in the six day realm were extremely excited.

The little emperor held up his soft sword, and his voice spread all over the void, "rush to kill with the sword!"

Jian Wushuang looked at Zhang Tian, who was extremely depressed, and then threw the spear that had been broken in two in his hand in front of him.

"You have lost."

Zhang Tian looked at him in a daze and didn't speak.

At this time, a middle-aged Yan Xian beside him suddenly took a step and said, "no, I didn't lose!"

"The immortal realm has been formed since the emperor established the great division realm. It has a deep foundation, the superior way of heaven, and the lower yanfuze. It has not been destroyed after several disasters. Even if it is defeated today, it will be able to roll the earth in the future."

Looking at the middle-aged Yan Xian, who was still neither humble nor arrogant, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but look up to him.

After saying that, the middle-aged Yan Xian helped Zhang Tian and whispered, "Lord, after the rest of the old brothers are cut off for you, you immediately go back to the immortal domain and ask the emperor for help. Remember that only when your life is still there, everything can be planned."

Zhang Tian looked at him, and before he spoke, he was directly pushed to the immortal array, which was located in the void, and disappeared.

After all this, the middle-aged Yan Xian's eyes were also quite indifferent. He took out the real sword from his waist and faced off with unparalleled sword happily and fearlessly.

"What's your name?"

"Die immediately, even if I tell you, Song Xin."

"Yes, I will remember you."

Jian Wushuang nodded, and an invisible sword quietly condensed in his hand.