Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4761: The Battle of Dayan Immortals

Jian Wushuang gazed at him, "Young Master Mo, can't die yet, the news that he died on the bones of the character will be broken."

"Isn't that Laozizi's bone-shaped bone armor more important than life?" Chen Qing was also anxious. About the kind of breath in the Temple of Heaven, he was more clear than Jianwushuang.

Because of his clarity, he has to stop Jian Wushuang from dying.

"Of course, life is not important," Jian Wushuang smiled, "but this situation is the best situation."

After he finished, he went straight ahead, without fear of the chaotic collapse of the temple.

"Brother Chen Qing, are you afraid?" Chunqiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, then caught up with Jianwushuang without hesitation.

"Who, who is afraid, this small scene can deter me Chen Qing?" Chen Qing was anxious, and then gritted his teeth to keep up.

In the chaotic temple, the top repair and Yanxian are continually dying, the ground is completely collapsed, and the entire temple is in a shaky state.

The seven bodies are like seven rocks, and no single fairy can shake them.

The young man Mo, who was nailed to the temple chair by a sword pierced his cheekbones, stopped the miserable howl, grasped the blade tightly in his hand, and pulled the entire sword from his head.

At the moment, the son's ink, the entire left face was replaced by a huge blood hole, even with an eyeball broken.

As the son of the emperor of the entire Grand Sovereign, why has he been subjected to such a terrible humiliation.

"Kill me kill them and leave no one!" The voice of crying blood resounded, and the black robe that saved his life before, respectfully nodded, "Yes, five sons."

One step out, Wan Jun supremely swayed, so that the original fierce killings stopped.

The black robe stretched out the old palm and slowly pulled down the hood, revealing a wrinkled old face.

"Bring your head on, I will let you die, otherwise you will have to be humiliated." The ancient voice echoed from the mouth of the black robe.

Behind him, there is a dim black light wheel.

If Jian Wushuang is here, you will find that this black light wheel is exactly the same as the light wheel behind the elders you saw in the heavenly court.

This is a symbol of the complete transition from Yanxian to Dayanxian.

The Seven Dao bodies did not seem to be shocked by a Dayan fairy.

There were two figures on the spot, arms shook and a light wheel floated behind.

Another two great Yanxian!

Originally I planned to step forward and try hard to repair and Yanxian. After seeing this scene, I all consciously took a step back from the battlefield.

"It's really generous. I say why you are not afraid. It turns out that you have already made sufficient preparations," the black robe showed in the old-fashioned eyes, and he was not afraid at all. "With me, you can never hurt the five sons. "

Slowly, the young guard who exposed the realm of Dayan fairy stepped forward, his palms coming.

A blow completely out of the power of the immortal, the cover hit the black robe.

The black robe resists and sends a shock wave.

Under these shock waves, even the giant pillars in the palace were fragmented by the impact, and even Yanxian could not stop.

Young Master Mo was directly flew out, and he was lying on the ground in embarrassment. He watched with only one eye left, as if looking for something.

In the first moment of the outbreak of this war, the silver bell snuggled up beside him disappeared without a trace, as if there had never appeared.

"Five Sons, Flee, Flee!" The white robe Yanxian who had always followed him, appeared in time, dragging him and ready to escape.

Sonson Mo Zhiruo didn’t hear, and his ugly face was expressionless. "You said, is it a son correction, or are the other brothers going to kill me?"

"Don't think about this, let's escape to heaven soon." Bai Pao Yan Xian was also scared by this scene.

The assassination of two Dayan Immortals, such terrible handwriting, I am afraid that the entire Division can never have the power to come up, but now it has actually appeared.

"The young man corrects, must be the young man correct, I want him to pay for his life!" The young man's ink bursts out and his breath is climbing at an incredible speed.

The two Daxian immortals in the second town and one, while watching the son Mo is still dead, waved his palms, and the remaining five bodies grasped the enlightenment, directly torn apart and rushed past.

Even if Master Zi Mo masters and comprehends a fairy style, it has no effect on the situation at hand.

When the venomous snake behind exposed its fangs, everything was too late to recover.

The white robe Yanxian who was standing in front of him even had time to reach out and resist, and the next moment he turned into a fan.

The son was stunned, facing the figure that was about to come around, motionless.

At this very moment, a body with a general shape moved from the cloud to the wind and rushed into the hall at an unimaginable speed.

No one noticed the scene of the five figures that surrounded the son's ink.

Before a tall, thin figure holding a real sword, there was no extra stab at his fairy source position.

Abrupt change!

The tall, slim figure only felt a heavy kick on the back, and then the whole person flew out.

A kick will encircle a gap, and Jian Wushuang, without any stay, will pick up the son and ink and retreat.

The rest of the four bodies appeared, and they all stretched out their hands and held them apart.

Jian Wushuang only felt a chest tightness, and the speed of his retreat slowed down for a moment. He didn't want to. He condensed the invisible sword directly on his right hand, and cut off the invisible breath that trapped him.

"Chasing!" The five of them broke off in unison and rushed towards Jian Wushuang.

However, with the majesty of the sword, it surged from behind Jian Wushuang, like the big river and the sea, and pushed directly to those five bodies.

"I said, can you change your goals, such as me?"

The left hand holds the sword, and the right hand raises a pair of ear flasks. Chen Qing's extremely free figure is blocked in front of several people.

"Go away!" Five figures flew at him in unison.

Chen Qing broke into a sigh and led the sword to fight.

Getting a moment of gasp, Young Master Mo looks at the ordinary guard with Yingwu in his face, and inexplicably feels a familiar breath.

Looking at the undeserved prince ink in his hand, Jian Wushuang directly pressed him against a giant pillar with one hand, and then pulled out a dense pattern of sky-shaped bone armor from his arms. .

"Give me this kind of thing."

"Why, what is it?" Gongzi Mo looked at the sword which was not a good man's sword Wushuang, and looked at the sky-shaped bone armor in his hand. He felt inexplicably familiar.

"Don’t play tricks on me and give this thing to me, I will spare you a life, otherwise I will crush your fairy source before they will kill you." Jian Wushuang voice Morin coldly.

Sonson Mo inexplicably hit a chill, a strong desire to live, so that his old memories gradually came to mind.

"I seem to have a piece of this thing in my arms."