Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4687: Little Emperor (Part 2)

Jian Wushuang leaned in front of the haystack and said, "I am not the emperor you said, but you are the Yunhehe."

Chunqiu didn't say much. After giving a smile, he stopped talking.

"Why did you get caught here as a prisoner?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him.

"Because of the defeat," Chunqiu did not conceal, and said slowly, "My father used to be an emperor, but died in the war. Although I was the emperor, although I was saved from slaughter, I also became a prisoner of the ranks. Happy after he died."

"Do you know how many years my appearance has been?" Chunqiu laughed at himself, "I don't even know how many reincarnations have begun in the galaxy's birth and death."

"I want to leave here all the time, but in the end it is nothing but extravagance."

Jian Wushuang did not speak, and the chain of imprisonment between his necks was difficult to lift. This fundamentally limited his ability greatly, and he might die if he was not careful.

So he can’t do anything now, can’t say, wait for the time.

Time passed by, and a few days later, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the dead prison.

Nearly ten black robes appeared.

Jian Wushuang, who is slowly restoring Yan Li, just glanced at it, and he knew that there were at least two ancestors among these nearly ten people.

One of the slender old men stepped forward, and after glancing at him and Chunqiu, they immediately raised their palms and grabbed them.

Jian Wushuang's eyes flicked, and at the same time, his palms flicked away, and the ethereal force directly offset the palm print of the dry old man.

A bit of horror flashed in the eyes of the dry and thin old man, and then took a deep breath, "Are you going to kill?"

Jian Wushuang glanced at him calmly, then got up and walked out slowly, followed by Chunqiu.

As he was escorted away from this prison, Jian Wushuang looked into the vast square.

In front of the vast square, there is a quaint bronze giant hall located in the clouds and smoke, which is quite mysterious.

Walking forward, Jian Wushuang at this time is like a dignified emperor, without any consciousness as a prisoner.

The dry and thin old man was quite angry about this, but judging from the confrontation just now, this little emperor designated someone to see, which is by no means beyond his control.

Following the spring and autumn behind Jian Wushuang, looking up at the bronze giant palace, the wrinkled eyes twitched, the hatred flickered, and then calmed down again.

The huge bronze gate up to a hundred feet deep opened, and hundreds of clouds of smoke flew out, turning into chasing birds, and the cloud butterfly hovered in front of everyone.

In the depths of the giant hall, a figure dressed in extravagant clothes, half leaning on the bed, looked out of the hall door.

Four eyes meet, the extravagant figure slowly rises, with long hair hanging down to the ground, the faces of boys and girls, the unspeakable charming and charming.

"Welcome to the emperor's bedroom, everyone." He smiled and raised his arms slowly.

"Have seen the little emperor." More than ten black-robed guards knelt and knelt in resignation.

Waving gently, the extravagant figure of the little emperor said softly, "Come on, no one is allowed to step further without my order."

All the black robes responded and then withdrew from the main hall.

Staying barefoot, the little emperor stretched lazily and walked slowly.

With every step of his movement, an identical real image emerged from behind him, and there were already dozens of real images in the originally empty and dead palace.

The rich and extreme dynamism fills every space.

Looking at the more and more figures in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved slightly, and he could feel that all the real shadows were the realm of Yanxian.

This little emperor's strength is unfathomable, even he feels a sense of inexplicable crisis.

A total of nearly a hundred true images are close together, a strong fragrance with a slight fishy smell is coming.

"Newcomer, do you know where I am?" Zhenying Pan attached to Jian Wushuang and asked.

Spring and Autumn, who stepped back a few steps, was dreadful, and the dagger was already clenched in his palm.

Jian Wushuang is as immobile as the mountains, just closing his eyes for a moment, then suddenly opening his eyes, like crossing the mountains and rivers, with a glance for thousands of years.

The eyes are far apart, and the little emperor smiles quietly, and then applauds, and hundreds of real shadows are unified.

"It's really a bit of a skill, but why haven't I seen you before?" Xiaodijun smiled, and then looked at the spring and autumn behind him, "Hey, I have seen you, son of Fenghua Emperor, Chunqiu?" "

The face of Spring and Autumn changed drastically, and resentment crawled across his face. The right hand holding the dagger suddenly snapped out, and the powerful Yan Li directly pierced the heart of the little emperor.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he stood there in no way.

The next moment, a layer of undulating ripples wafted in the space, and a thin figure hidden under the purple robe emerged.

At the same time, an even stronger strength directly destroyed the Chunqiu offensive, and all of them hit him.

Chun Qiu snorted, his figure fell for dozens of feet, and he slammed into the bronze giant door before he barely stopped.

He spit out a big mouthful of blood, and at the same time, the treasures with the purple mansions scattered one by one.

The little emperor's face was solidified. How could he not know what it was from the treasures scattered from Chunqiu's arms, and just go through the sky, and all the treasures scattered on the ground would fall into his hands.

"This is, Yan Xian under the Black Mountain was killed by you?!" Little Emperor looked awkward and waved his palm to kill Spring and Autumn.

However, at this time, Jian Wushuang Kui suddenly stood in front of Chunqiu and said softly, "That Yanxian was killed by me, and it has nothing to do with him."

Little Emperor withdrew his palm, as if nothing had happened, carrying his hands and turning to walk slowly.

"The spirit who guards the Black Mountain is the realm of Yanxian, but I really want to know, how do you kill him with a chain?"

Suddenly raging in the palace of death and silence, the thin body of the purple robe moved and waved directly to Jianwushuang.

Mastering the power of Haoding, there is no overflow, and even the air has not been swept, but the terror power contained in it makes Jian Wushuang not dare to carelessly, and directly urges the power to resist.

The seemingly indifferent palm directly knocked him back a few feet, and the raging power dissipated.

When the blood in the body of the strong ninja was turned, and Jian Wushuang was about to fight again, the thin purple robe closed, and turned and followed behind the little emperor.

"It's a bit of a skill, no wonder you can kill Yan Xian with imprisonment." The little emperor turned slowly, his eyes flowing.

"But you need to know, that the Heishan Yanxian is my competent man. If you kill him, you break my arm. What should I do with this account?"

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but his internal strength has been adjusted to the peak. If he fights in the next riot, he is confident that he will be able to hit Xiaodijun hard.