Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4689: Old Emperor

The appearance of spring and autumn has changed greatly, and the supreme breath that penetrates the world is definitely beyond the black mountain Yanxian!

Sword Wushuang is very calm, with both hands on his back and looking forward.

"Sword, Brother Xiong, I think we should leave now, I'm afraid it's not something we can deal with..." Chunqiu's voice trembled, and he had already retreated.

It seems to him that leaving does not necessarily mean death, but leaving a certain death on the spot.

Even if he believes in Jian Wushuang again, it is difficult to imagine how the realm of Yan Li is imprisoned, how to fight the supreme breath of the moment.

As the horror winds raged, the entire Chisha Wasteland turned into that giant face!

And Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu stood on the tip of the nose of the giant face.

Two rounds of dark eyes that look like abyss, like a borderless black sea, make people fall into the abyss with only one glance.

"Brother Jian, it's too late to leave." A cold sweat poured out of the spring and autumn temples.

Jian Wushuang heard the words and looked at him, "Did you still want to go back and become a prisoner looking out of the galaxy?"

Spring and Autumn were shocked, and the dark and extreme past came back to his heart, and then his eyes gradually firmed, and he gritted his teeth, "Then give it a try!"

The red sand wasteland is sinking and condensed on the giant surface. In addition to standing the sword Wushuang two people, there is also a gathering like a quicksand.

It was a figure wearing a beautiful emperor costume. Although the imperial costume had been damaged, it was still difficult to conceal its prestige.

The dry and long hair resembles dry grass, and it swings about in the wind. The tall man in the emperor's clothes is a tall, thin old man with bare feet. It looks like a ruthless emperor.

It’s just that the tall, thin old man is especially bad-looking, "It’s that real Wuyang Lao Er running dog? Who gave you the confidence to disturb this emperor?"

The side of the spring and autumn whispered carefully to Jian Wushuang popular science, "The real Wu Yang Lao Er in his mouth is the emperor of the little emperor."

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, then directly pulled out the invisible sword, and the surging sword swept up.

Although he has been promoted to Yanxian, he was firmly suppressed by the chain of imprisonment, but fortunately his swordsmanship was not suppressed, so Jian Wushuang was confident and could fight Yanxian Realm!

Obviously, this tall, thin old man who claims to be an emperor has already broken his body, and this is just his real soul right now.

If you really fight, Jian Wushuang is confident that even if it is difficult to win, he can withdraw.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to completely wipe out the ten thousand eyes today." Jian Wushuang Ningsheng said.

The tall, thin old man narrowed his eyes narrowly, "Boy with no hair tied up, dare to make a big whisper? Will it be wiped out, but it is between the emperor's hands turning, it is so..."

Ignore him no more, Jian Wushuang directly bows slightly, and a longitudinal sweep raises the invisible sword in his hand and cuts towards him.

Chunqiu also set off at the same time, with a move in both hands, and a naïve puppet transformed from the octagonal fusi, he ran along.

"Dare to bully this emperor, to death!" The tall, thin old man made a furious outcry, and nearly a hundred red sand giant pillars rushed up from behind him, like a meridian deep in the earth's center, stunned Xiang Jianwushuang.

The sky shook, and the cracks shattered the sky dome. It was terrible.

The Chisha Juzhu directly wrapped them up and began to nibble.

And the tall, thin old man rose above the sky, sitting on a throne condensed by Chisha, and looked leisurely in front of the battle in the void.

Although Jian Wushuang's breath made the tall, thin old man palpitate, he was confident that in this side of Chisha Heaven and Earth, he was an indestructible existence. Even if Zhen Wuyang arrived, he would dare to make a three-pointer!

The red sand giant pillars are intertwined with each other, forming a rounded trend. Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu are in it, and they can easily feel the rapid disappearance of the gravitational force in the body.

At the same time, this red sand is extremely mobile and can easily absorb and wipe out most attacks, which is extremely tricky.

Another sword blasted out, but only cracked a crack in Chisha, and soon disappeared again.

Seeing that the siege is getting tighter and tighter, Jian Wushuang no longer hides his clumsiness, stabbing with no fancy sword.

Unparalleled Kendo, Xinghehuhai Jianyi first form, Xing.

Sword intention rises into the sky, Wu Shuangbao emerges behind him, turning into the most arrogant sword, straight forward!

Hundreds of sword-inspired studs burst into the sky and burst directly in this red sand encirclement.

The tall, thin old man sitting on the throne changed suddenly, and looked down shocked.

The next moment, the most shocking martyr burst under the entire sky dome.

Chisha, Liuyun, and the sky are all shattered at this moment!

Jian Wushuang closed his sword and stood, looking directly at the sky dome.

"Good boy, you succeeded in angering the emperor!" The angry man rushed to the crown, and the tall, thin old man angrily shattered the throne under him, turning it into a thick golden light, and shot towards the sword.

Jian Wushuang snorted coldly, suddenly raised his left palm, and faced up without retreating.

At this time, Chunqiu also endured the paralysis of the meridians and released their majestic power!

"Boom!"

Three magnificent gravitational collisions tore to the extreme, directly tearing this small world.

Jian Wushuang withdrew half a step, quickly waved his palms and wiped the dust that filled the sky dome. Only then saw the half-shadow of the tall, thin old man on the misty sky dome.

The spring and autumn on the side spit out a large mouth of smoke and dust, and then looked around, "Why don’t people get photographed directly?"

"Actually ran, chasing!" Jian Wushuang's eyebrows were startled, and he darted forward and ran forward.

Chun Qiu froze for a while, and then followed closely.

Far away from this small sandy world, under the dim sky, a slightly embarrassed figure fled in a hurry.

It was the tall, thin old man who was full of fans and yawning.

"Damn Zhenwu Yang Lao, this emperor has been dead for so many years, and he didn't plan to let it go, wait, let me go back to move the rescuers and kill all your dog legs!"

Jian Wushuang's speed is very fast, almost every breath, it can cross a world of hundreds of millions of miles.

This is due to the first time he stumbled into Dayan Huan and lay down a kind of magical power that he realized after 500,000 years, named Shanhe Yinian.

Whatever the heart wants, mountains and rivers come.

And the power consumption of this little supernatural power is almost negligible, and the current situation has become an important method of Jianwushuang.

With the blessings of mountains and rivers, almost in a few moments, he approached the tall and thin old man who was still fleeing in embarrassment.

And Chunqiu, also in a breathing room, can't see Jian Wushuang's figure.

Aware of the sudden burst of air behind him, the tall, thin old man looked back subconsciously, and at this glance, the suddenly scared spirits were scattered.

Jian Mushuang doesn't know when he has followed, the sharp invisible long sword in his hand is almost going to be cut.