Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4713: About the realm

Jian Wushuang nodded his head, and he also saw that Chunqiu's mood was not high, but he didn't say much. He carried him out of this lonely day together.

On Xiaogu’s day, above the sky above the clouds, Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "Want to kill the little emperor and get revenge?"

Chun Qiu stunned, and then shook his head slightly, "Although he is also the guy I want to kill on the spot, I want to be the first to hand-cut his emperor personally than others!"

Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret luck in it. As early as he knew, Chunqiu was not an ordinary cultivation, but the son of a former emperor of the court.

"My emperor Fenghua Emperor fell into the hands of Zhen Wuyang, and the entire heavenly court also shattered. In the end, I was the only one left and became a prisoner of the ranks."

The past is long gone, but he is still entangled in spring and autumn like a chain, making him fall into anger all the time.

Although he hated the true Wu Yang at the moment, sadly, he didn’t even have the qualification to see him, not even Heavenly Court.

Jian Wushuang didn't say comfort, but put his palm on Chunqiu's shoulder and patted it gently.

Chunqiu glanced at him gratefully, and said slowly, "Brother Jian, if it is not your presence, I am still in prison in the dark Montenegro, and I will remember all the graces in my heart until death. Don't forget."

Jian Wushuang said softly, "Living well and continuously improving your strength will only allow you to be able to fight the enemy one day."

Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "Brother Jian, rest assured, I believe there will be such a day."

"Also," he suddenly hesitated and said a moment later, "Brother Jian, if there is one day, will you help him?"

He in Chunqiu's mouth naturally means the little emperor.

Jian Wushuang heard the words and shook his head without hesitation, "At that time, I am afraid that I have already left here. Everything you worry about will not happen. What you need most now is to continuously strengthen your own strength. "

Chunqiu nodded, and then took the slap-sized eight-armed arms out of his arms, and returned them to Jian Wufang, "Brother Jian, let this thing be returned to you. Only in front of the stronger can you play its best. Strong strength."

Jian Wushuang smiled and stretched his hand to push the eight arms back, "This thing is not very useful to me. It can be used as a self-defense for you, but don't rely too much on it."

Chunqiu no longer quit, and put his eight-armed anger in his arms very carefully.

"Spring and Autumn, the emperor in your mouth is the realm after Yan Xian, is it just a title?"

On this issue, Jian Wushuang has not asked before, and today it suddenly sounded and I intend to ask.

Although Spring and Autumn haven't set foot in Yanxian now, he is the son of a real emperor, so naturally he knows something better than Jian Wushuang.

Chunqiu heard the words and said carefully, "The emperor is actually a respectable title, not a realm, but a real watershed."

"From my childhood, when I heard the emperor's admonitions, I knew something vaguely, and I wanted to be a party emperor, luck, the road to build the heaven, and my own realm are indispensable."

"The most important step in becoming an emperor is to enter that level, but," Chunqiu’s memory seems a bit vague, "I seem to forget what level it is."

Jian Wushuang nodded his head. He had long realized that the true souls of the three emperors he had first contacted had already taken the step of Yanxian.

I am afraid that if you want to become the emperor who created a heaven, the real mystery is the mysterious realm of Yanxian.

As for what realm there is, Jian Wushuang is blinded, and can only move forward and realize carefully.

As far as he is concerned, with the shadow of the three emperors, it is enough to protect themselves from the powerful forces on either side.

There is no big sun hanging over the sky of Xiaogutian, but it has never been dark. It will always be a quiet day, and it is very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.

Just Wushuang began to practice again after a few days of talking with Chunqiu at will.

Several kendo books he bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng before he took them out of his arms.

Looking at the traces of the simple and vicissitudes of life, Jian Wushuang estimates the age of these solitary books. I am afraid that he will be tens of thousands of years old.

There are four solitary books in total, and the ancient atmosphere sealed on it has already been seriously worn away. Almost immediately, the mark disappeared with the wind.

The four solitary books were randomly selected by him from various Yanxian, and are the oldest swordsmanship in this great Yanhuan.

Three of them are the most basic foundations for teaching kendo, which is of great benefit to those practicing kendo, and from the remnants of these lone books, the writers have reached Yanxian when they created these kendos Situation.

As quickly as a whale **** water, he quickly learns the knowledge of kendo in the three solitary books. Jian Wushuang finally looks at the last book.

The two simple and fierce characters of "Jianji" seem to be written on the homepage at will with a straw stick dipped in ink.

Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. It seemed that he had forgotten which vendor he bought this lone book from, and he was very unimpressed by this look.

Removing the distractions in his heart, he opened the first page with a wave of his hand.

What came into view was a blank.

On half-yellow paper with a dark cyan color, even half a word never appeared.

Jian Wushuang groaned in his heart, "No, won't you encounter a profiteer here?"

He who doesn’t believe in evil hastily looked over and over.

Finally concluded that he was deceived by a profiteer.

This is basically a wordless book.

Jian Wushuang couldn't help crying and laughing. After exploring it again with his strength, and determined that it was worthless, he was ready to throw it away.

However, at the next moment, there is a touch of warm breath in your hand. If you don't notice it carefully, you will never find it.

He looked subconsciously at the sword set in his hand. A breath of immortal qi turned to the extreme, just like a cloud of smoke. He just rotated a moment above the solitary book, and instantly fell into the book.

Just as he realized something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly opened the Wu Zi Tian Shu in his hand again.

On the yellow paper with the dark blue color, the fairy air turned to the ultimate breath, like a finger-sized startling dragon, hovering above the paper.

Jian Wushuang's eyes opened to the maximum, and some could not guess where this familiar and strange atmosphere came from.

Soon, the slender breath abruptly condenses and instantly transforms into a figure the size of a fingernail.

He held his breath completely, and the scene seemed a little strange at the moment.

The thumb-sized figure is extremely compact, but the white shirt she wears looks immortal, quite like a generation of masters.

Although this villain made up of Yun Yan has no facial features, he showed a breath that made Jian Wushuang familiar and extremely familiar.