Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4690: The Three Emperors of Living Treasure (Part 1)

Take a deep breath, the tall and thin old man who dare not stop in one step, and don’t forget to turn around and drink, "Shuzi, I advise you to return at a fast speed. Before you offended, the emperor will not be blamed!"

"Otherwise, this emperor’s iron fist is not something you can afford to wait for!"

"Why is this guy so long-winded?" Jian Wushuang was a little speechless. He used to see too many disagreements, drawing swords and fighting each other, and facing such a kind old man, he didn't know how to shoot Too.

Judging from the troubles in the mouth of the little emperor, this entire Wanmu Heaven should have cleared the true soul of these emperors.

Jian Wushuang has never been an indecisive person. There are still too many things to do when he enters Dayan Huan. He can never be imprisoned in Montenegro.

No longer hesitating, Jian Wushuang directly struck down the tall, thin old man, and the sharp and unmatched sword stood up.

The tall, thin old man was shocked, almost instinctively sideways, able to escape the horrific blow.

At this point, the two are chasing each other in this world.

Rao is a tall and thin old man who is only in the form of a soul, but his strength is at its best. Jian Wushuang can't help him for a while.

However, the chaos all happened to kill the master. Jian Wushuang waved a sword dance behind him. One of the swords was piercing the old man's butt, making him scream like a plucked pig.

"Shuzi, dare to sneak attack on this emperor, in the future you will be called upon by your soul to be lashed out." The tall, thin old man couldn't cover the injured part, turned his head and said ruthlessly.

Jian Wushuang was helpless, and at the same time, he began to doubt deeply whether this kind of commentary is really a king...

Another round of confrontation, the invisible sword made several wounds on the tall and thin old man, and he cursed again and again when he hurt.

Jian Wushuang ignored him, and was determined to wipe out all eyes.

Perhaps knowing that the general trend is gone and cannot escape, the tall and thin old man simply stayed in place, looking like he was waiting for his death.

Jian Wushuang almost stabbed in the past with this sudden surprise.

The tall and thin old man carried his hands on his back and laughed aloud, "Good boy, this emperor is the **** of death today, and I want to ask you to bring a sentence to that real Wuyang old man, you say, Yang Jun died with regret, he The biggest regret is that I haven’t been able to see you and put on filial piety. As a filial son, hahaha!"

"..."

Jian Wushuang is full of black lines.

"Come on, kill this emperor and go back to his life!" The tall, thin old man spread his arms.

Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed a bit of hesitation, and the raised invisible long sword was put down again.

Judging from the performance of this tall and thin old man, he is not a man of great evil, but has a real temperament.

Compared with the boy and girl, the little emperor with a sly look, it is more like a good person.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth, and a tall, thin old man with a deadly expression did not wait for a blow.

"Do you have any way to hide the breath, or leave here and never step here?" Jian Wushuang retracted the long sword and said quietly.

The tall, thin old man was stunned, apparently he hadn’t responded yet, "Aren’t you killing me?"

"Too lazy to kill." Jian Wushuang said concisely.

The expression of the tall and thin old man became exciting immediately, "Good boy, I said you are righteous, how can you be with shameless people such as Zhenwu Yang Laoer, and this emperor is right!"

"Don't interrupt, just talk about business and leave here." Jian Wushuang said helplessly.

The tall, thin old man scratched his head, his face awkward.

In the next moment, the sky and earth suddenly change color, and the clouds are like the sky and the sea, turning and changing.

"Who dares to trespass to Ten Thousand Sky!"

The low-pitched voice with supreme power resounded through the world and rushed.

Even the calm heart of Jian Wushuang trembles.

The tall and thin old man was so impatient when he saw such a changing scene, "This old thing, like every time it is played, is like a big show, it is very cheap!"

"..."

Next, an old man with supreme prestige came to the wind, also wearing the emperor's clothes, although it was also worn, but it was difficult to conceal the power of terror.

Four eyes are far away from each other, Jian Wushuang runs Yanli almost immediately.

But the tall, thin old man was very calm, and he raised his head and drank directly, "Old Dao Gong, come down quickly and pick up the guests!"

"..."

Jian Wushuang is full of black lines.

"Old stuff, just crying and crying for help just now, is there a brace for your father to support you now, is it hard?" The old man, who was still holding a frame in the cloud, heard the words, and he rushed down with his sleeves in his hands. .

The tall, thin old man lipped his mouth, and very skillfully avoided a kick, and said, "The old thing quickly has a shape, which is about the three of us."

The old man of Weiyi heard that, as if nothing had happened, he rolled down his sleeves, watching Jian Wushuang vigilantly, "Lao Zhenwu Yang asked you to persuade?"

"Wrong, this kid must not deal with Zhenwu Yang." The tall and thin old man reminded timely.

"Then what are you doing here?" Elder Weiyi looked at Jian Wushuang again.

"It's about yourself, and you have to come to clear this million-eyed heaven under desperation," Jian Wushuang said, "I don't want to make a killing for no reason, so I want to invite the two to leave and stop here."

As Jian Wushuang's voice fell, there was an angry scream from the sky, "Speaking loudly, ignorant child!"

This time waiting for the sword Wushuang to react, the tall and thin old man and the Weiyi old man shot at the same time, and the two forces rushed directly to the cloud, so that the voice disappeared directly.

"What's your relationship with Zhenwuyang?" Weiyi old man asked.

Jian Wushuang directly said, "I don't know anything about Zhenwuyang. The reason why I came to clean up is just to be helpless."

"What if we don’t leave?"

"Then I can only clear this place." Jian Wushuang spoke slowly.

The elder Weiyi smiled angrily, his strength condensed into substance, and turned into hundreds of pointed cones pointing at him.

"It’s up to you, isn’t you planning to pray for some survival?"

"If you have something to discuss, use brute force to be too vulgar!" the tall, thin old man said quickly.

Then he looked at Jian Wushuang, embarrassed in his eyes, "It's not that we don't want to leave, but this is beyond the realm of sight, and it is all in the realm of Zhenwu Yang Lao'er. Once he found out, The three of us, even the true soul has to dissipate."

"So for this ten thousand eyes, we simply can't get out, there is no return."

Jian Wushuang frowned, they wouldn’t leave if they didn’t leave, and it wouldn’t be possible to let the little emperor let him go.

Just between these hesitations, a broken air sounded behind him, and some breathless spring and autumn flew by.

"Brother Jian, you are here, let me find it."

The tall and thin old man's nose flicked slightly, looking at Chun Qiu with some doubts, "A breath of treasure?"

Spring and Autumn are unknown, but they are alert.

"How can this boy smell like a bowl of Yang." The tall, thin old man whispered.