Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4670: Siege the Emperor (Part 1)

After seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang secretly surprised himself, and the hundreds of muddy black flags that appeared out of thin air were the Fengtian flags previously lost in the virtual universe!

But at this moment, this sky flag is not only valid for the virtual universe as before, and each one is like the eye of the supreme array, firmly fixed in the void, holding all the supreme of the divine universe. Enclosed in it.

I don’t know what secret method the bite emperor used to turn the heavenly flag of the divine universe into his own use, but Jian Wushuang knows that they are in trouble.

As soon as Feng Tianqi fell into the void, they directly cut off their connection with the universe and heaven and earth, and the magical power in the body could no longer be derived.

Jian Wushuang waved his arms, the supreme divine power of the ancestor level, blasted towards the endless array of Feng Tian, ​​but could not shake it.

The emperor bite giggled with a smile, "Just because you want to break this great array? All die to me!"

After the words were finished, the emperor, who was also in the Fengtian Formation, faced the entire army of the Divine Power Universe and released power beyond the rules of the Avenue.

The broken void, such terrifying energy, only ancestors can compete with it!

All kinds of supernatural powers come one after another, Jian Wushuang directly releases the ancestor technique, and cuts out the river of swordsmanship at the same time!

But the power that surpassed the rules of the avenue easily annihilated the Quanjie Tianmen, even the Kendo River only blocked it for a moment, and then it was all destroyed.

That terrifying force is getting closer in Jian Wushuang's pupils.

But then Lao Zun shot, he reached out a hand, and the endless black water ripples appeared.

The two collided, bursting into a dull martyrdom, making all the supremes numb with hands and feet, and the heart beating wildly.

The unimaginable energy of terror slowly dissipates and dissipates, and the sword is not dignified.

He can feel that the Emperor Devourer is now stronger and has become a detached rule.

Without the slightest pause, the Emperor Yan directly locked his target to Sword Warriors, releasing even more terrifying energy.

However, the next moment Lao Zun was directly in front of him, holding the almost crazy bite emperor firmly.

With the attack of the Emperor Yan, nearly ten members of the organization have also shot, and each has the terrible half-ancestor strength.

After the noble head of Chaoxue Zhizun and others slightly nodded, Jian Wushuang directly confronted Yan Yi.

"We've met again." The strange, deep voice resounded from the bite, and his scarlet eyes looked at him.

Jian Wushuang frowned when he heard the words. Now he feels strangely bitter, just like a semi-finished product made up of a bunch of parts at random, both speech and movement are very rigid.

The puppet, which is the most direct feeling of Jian Wushuang.

"Isn't it that Yan Yi is not the previous Yan Yi?" Jian Wushuang secretly said to himself, then he raised the Tai Luo Excalibur and slashed towards Yan Yi.

A weird scene appeared, biting Yi did not have any dodge, the vast sword intended to directly twist him into countless pieces.

But then, the void suddenly accumulates several small black holes, and the already broken body slowly slowly condenses out again.

"You, you can't kill me." Eat a weird way, and immediately raise your palm up and bombard the sword with unparalleled power.

Jian Wushuang didn't support it, and directly released the second form of Quanjie Tianmen. Tianmen was very good.

The brilliance rises as bright as the sun, and the purest blow comes in the face of a crush.

The polar day flashes for a moment, and under this blow, his entire body becomes powder again.

Watching the complete disappearance of Yan Yi, Jian Wushuang did not relax at all, and looked frowning slightly forward.

Next, just like gathering sand into a tower, the bite that turned into powder was condensed again and again.

There is no sound, the two bodies collide with each other, and the forces belonging to the ancestors struck together, and wailed with great avenues.

A sword chopped off one's head, but it only grew out in a few seconds, which made Jian Wushuang very confused.

He can feel that although he can inflict heavy damage on him, he still hasn't hurt the origin of biting one.

Instead, it devours every bombardment, leaving indelible damage on Jian Wushuang's body.

After chopping his **** body so nearly a hundred times, Jian Wushuang suddenly realized something.

"It’s impossible, this bite one, from the beginning to the end is the real shadow of the bite of the emperor bite?"

With a try attitude, Jian Wushuang Yi Jian splits it into two pieces, and reaches for the origin of Yan Yi.

The Emperor Eater, who was fighting with the Old Master, was shocked, and looked at Jian Wushuang violently, "Dare?"

Jie Tiandamang flew towards him at the same time, Jian Wushuang sneered, and took advantage of this great deal, and took the origin of the bite into his hands.

This time, the eccentric figure can no longer be condensed.

"Sword Wushuang, you **** it!" The Emperor Yan, who has been calm and prestigious, regardless of it, forced the old Master to go straight to the sword Wushuang cover.

The supreme energy that is as deep as a prison is like devouring the entire universe, even if it is the ancestral sword Wushuang, all of them feel the great horror between life and death!

If faced with this blow, his best result is a serious injury!

The old Zun Chi aid is too late.

At this critical moment, Jian Wushuang is almost instinctive, throwing out the Qiyuan mud tire ancestor in his arms.

The Qiting mud tire was originally exposed to the void, and the mud tire could not wait to get out of the na stone.

"Sword Musou, I want you to die!" Qi Ting Mud Tire uttered angrily, but waiting for him to move, his back was like a thorn.

He turned back slowly, and was swallowed by the terrifying energy of the Emperor.

In the entire Fengtian Great Array, like hundreds of millions of large sun bursts, the vast shock wave directly tears the Fengtian Great Array.

Because of the "dedication" of Qiting Mud Tires, Jian Wushuang and the Supreme Army behind him have no casualties. Instead, tens of thousands of marks-level virtual lords have all died under this indiscriminate attack.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang gazed at the void.

And the Qiting mud tire that can’t be annihilated is also under this blow, even a trace of its origin has not been left...

The Emperor bites his anger, and his hair is scattered from the crown of the emperor, like a mad demon.

Feeling the crazed ancestral origin in the palm of my hand, Jian Wushuang finally realized that this is the real shadow of the emperor's mud tire.

After being sealed in Na Shi, the energy that engulfed the Emperor's body also slightly weakened.

For a long time, the angry bitter emperor calmed down again, and said sullenly, "Give me back that point of origin, the life and death of the virtual universe will survive, I will not interfere."

Lao Zun came to the side of Jian Wushuang and said quietly, "If you want to go back, you must pass this level first."

The atmosphere is strange and dead, and the emperor bites down the anger in his heart, "I really want to wait forever?"

"I want to never die, it was not my divine universe at the beginning, but you, your whole bite!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.