Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4919: Cangyu Bell
Seeing that his safety is guaranteed, Gong Ziyu took a breath and looked at him with a grin.
"It's so funny. Rather than run away, you're thrown into the net?"
"Tell me what benefits the son Yan gave you so that you can save him like this?"
Jian Wushuang heard this, but didn't speak, obviously he didn't bother to reply.
It seemed that he felt being underestimated, and Young Master Yu felt annoyed in his heart, but soon calmed down.
"No matter what benefits the son Yan gives you, I will give you more generous benefits, as long as you stay with me, how about?"
"His son-in-law is by no means a good person, even his own younger brother can kill, do you think you will have a good end with him?"
"Rather than follow him, follow me. I promise you that I will give you what you want."
Young Master Yu said slowly, a triumphant color flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, what responded to him was an extremely sharp sword intent.
He was shocked and hurriedly changed his body shape, but he was still a step late. The sharp sword intent directly left a deep wound on his cheek.
The blood of God kept dripping, soaking his golden armor.
"Damn thing, you dare to hurt me?!"
Young Master Yu was furious to the extreme, letting the blood drip off his face, he suddenly raised his sword, "All Yanxian will kill him at all costs!"
The overwhelming Yanxian rolled over, and the mighty Yanxian force surged down.
Jian Wushuang still stood on the spot, leading the sword with his hand, fighting to exhaustion, and releasing Wushuang Kendo again.
Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the second style.
The river.
The long river of swordsmanship that didn't know where it came from, shattered the void and gushed out from every crack, and then gathered a line, madly rushing to every fairy.
All Yanxians were shocked when they saw this scene, and they could naturally feel the majestic momentum contained in this sword river.
Yanxian, who had the foresight, retreated to nearly ten thousand feet away, but there were other Yanxian who planned to resist, were directly strangled into pieces by Jianhe, without even making a sound!
Under this sword, nearly twenty Yanxians died.
Just these few encounters, the number of immortals brought by Gong Ziyu is less than fifty.
A wisp of cold sweat gushed from his temples, and he finally understood why the Yanxian who had been dispatched had disappeared cleanly.
That Jian Wushuang is very strong!
Although he is the pinnacle of Xianxian, he can easily obliterate Xianxian without the slightest effort.
"Could it be that he really killed Chang Duoling?" Gong Ziyu's pupils shrank abruptly, and he already regretted coming here.
Looking at the long river of swordsmanship that is still erupting, Yanxian constantly dies.
Gong Ziyu's expression was uncertain, and finally his heroic face showed a bit fierce.
Immediately after, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his waist, and a bronze bell the size of a wine cup appeared in his hand.
With the appearance of this bronze bell, the energy of the surrounding millions of emptiness fell silent, showing a strange dark blue color.
And around the bronze bell, dark blue crystals are condensing, as if there is life in rhythm.
Looking at the bell exposed in the void, Gong Ziyu's eyes flashed with fleshy pain.
"Cangyu Bell, this last time, I hope you can kill all enemies in front of me for me."
He murmured, then gritted his teeth and threw the bronze bell in his hand into the void.
The next moment, that bronze bell rose against the storm, and almost instantly formed a terrifying tripod that could encompass thousands of heavens!
This scene was too shocking. With the appearance of the bell ding, it seemed that even the boundless void was covered by it.
This Wanggu Great Bell named Cangyu Zhong appeared, making all the evangelists tremble, and the originally broken Heavenly Dao could not withstand the pressure, and was fragmented.
Jian Wushuang, who was in the center, felt that a life-and-death crisis that had never been imagined was approaching, making him almost ready to escape without even thinking about it.
But Wanggu Dazhong is really too vast, and the universe it encompasses is almost unimaginable, so Jian Wushuang has no possibility to escape.
He was ready to escape desperately, only to feel that his whole body had become a dead concrete pool, and he was directly imprisoned in it, unable to move at all.
A wisp of cold sweat flowed from Jian Wushuang's temples, and he could feel the breath that restrained him. It was the way of heaven.
It's a very old way of heaven, it's a way of heaven that doesn't belong to this era, and it's an extremely old and terrifying rule.
Faced with such a Cangyu Zhong with ancient heavenly principles, Jian Wushuang had nothing to do. He was completely restricted, and he couldn't even do it in the blink of an eye.
This is a big ban. I'm afraid that even the Qing Dynasty in its heyday can't get away from the pressure of this Cangwu Zhong.
And this Cangyu clock seemed to be conscious, after binding Jian Wushuang, it shrank rapidly, and from the original supreme distance, a big clock of thousands of miles was formed in an instant.
In this big clock, Jian Wushuang was bound by the dark blue heavenly power, unable to move at all.
At this moment, all Yanxians are surrounded by the clock, looking at the clock solemnly.
Later, Gong Ziyu moved slowly, his eyes filled with resentment.
His Cangyu Bell is a supreme immortal tool belonging to the Wanggu era. It was once the treasure in the hands of his emperor Zhen Wuyang. It killed countless Dayan immortals, and the laws of heaven contained in it were irresistible. .
Even the emperor will suffer.
It's just that this Cangyu clock is now dying, and its service life is only this last time.
As Gong Ziyu's most powerful life-saving card, Cangyu Zhong is now used on Jian Wushuang.
"The **** thing, wasted my last chance of Cangyu Zhong, I swear, I will turn you into blood, and it will be forever!"
Young Master Yu roared in anger.
As his voice fell, the Cangyu bell rang, and countless magnificent flowers bloomed from it, illuminating the boundless void.
In the Cangyu Bell, Jian Wushuang instantly spouted blood from Qiqiao.
He only felt that his whole body was about to be shattered.
The unimaginable ancient rules of heaven contain unknown unknowns that can't be said, making Jian Wushuang helpless.
"Did I just fall like this?"
Divine blood gushes from the corner of his mouth, and he can't break free at all. The dark blue rules of heaven are quickly devouring everything about him.
The immortal immortal body transformed from super-perfect chaotic creatures is rapidly fragmenting at this moment.
However, Jian Wushuang had no way to break free. This was the first time he was truly helpless.
The irresistible force is too domineering.
Young Master Yu's hideous face was reflected in his eyes, and all the immortals were laughing at this moment.