Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4692: The Three Emperors of Living Treasure (Part 2)

Su He looked at the tall and thin old man again, "If it wasn't for Yang Jun who sensed the treasure's breath, it would never be possible for Xiaoyou to take out the Boyang bottle."

"Then you talk about, where did he get this bowl of Yang bottle?" Weiyi veteran questioned.

The three of them looked at Jian Mushuang at the same time.

Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then he will fight Yan Xian in Montenegro roughly.

"So it turned out that I knew that it would never be possible for a young friend to be with that dirty old man. It's all Dao Gong's stupid thing that mistakes me!" Tall and thin old man hurriedly said.

The elder Weiyi also anxiously said, "You simple guy, just wait for the trap."

"Dao Gong," Su He suddenly said, solemnly, "We have already gone through the step of loosing, what can we lose now? If we give up this opportunity today, it is truly loosing." "

The noisy three suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke anymore.

For a long time, the old man of Weiyi suddenly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, tell us how to act!"

Jian Wushuang's mouth was slightly pumped, and then Chunqiu was taken out before he left, and the Emperor Xiaoxuan gave the inverted mirror.

"You only need to cooperate with me to save an image in this mirror."

"This kind of thing is of course the first of Dao Gong to come first, he pretends to have the highest level of death."

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After another in-depth discussion, the two made their first deference, and almost caused the three to fight again.

After reluctantly persuading the elder Weiyi, Chunqiu raised the mirror and began to record images.

"Start."

Jian Wushuang held up the invisible between his hands, and then cut his head towards the old man of Weiyi.

However, the two of them only went back and forth for ten rounds. The old man of Weiyi wailed directly and dissipated the real image automatically.

"Stop, stop, no, it's too fake, let the **** little emperor know it's fake at first glance." Chunqiu shook his head, "To highlight the most terrible scene, but also express the most sincere Emotions that can resonate."

The old man of Weiyi emerged, nodded thoughtfully, and then started a new round of performance.

Then, under the sky of this ten thousand eyes, such a strange scene appeared.

A figure is holding a mirror and looking at angles to record the effects. There are two protagonists who demonstrate the violent and shocking scenes over and over, and two old men stand outside the court, from time to time. Pointing...

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"Little Emperor, there is news in Tianxuan Mirror."

In the gigantic palace where lights and candles are indefinite, the figure in luxurious clothes slowly opens his eyes, reaches out a wave, and an image appears in the sky mysterious mirror suspended in the air.

I saw that in a mad sand whimpering world, a black robe was holding up the invisible sword in his hand. As he moved forward, the vast sword of mind shattered the wild sand coming from the surrounding, and the bombardment was on the one. Tall and thin old man.

Even the sky dome was broken, and the real shadow finally disappeared in the infinite sword.

Seeing this, the little emperor had already sat up from the Chinese bed, and the enigmatic eyes revealed a meaningless look.

"How is it possible, who is this guy? Even he can beheaded easily!"

"Amateur, did you find the news I asked you to find?"

A thin purple robe quietly appeared in the void, "His Royal Highness, has been found. This origin has become a mystery. There are two people who were unintentionally found in the mountains. When they found it, the breath was very weak, and there was nothing on him. There is no news other than trauma."

Little Emperor heard the words and frowned slightly, which was obviously not the answer he wanted.

He then moved his gaze to the sky mirror, silently.

"Is the origin a mystery, good, I want to dig out your identity little by little."

In the middle of the world, when Su He, who had a bizarre double pupil, was cut under the sword by Sword Wushuang, the acting award that lasted for several months was finally declared over.

In the face of these three living treasure old men, Jian Wushuang only felt that his head was all around, which was far more painful than a hundred battles.

Chunqiu wiped a virtual sweat on his forehead, and solemnly handed him the inverted mirror.

"It's finally alive, this emperor can finally leave here with a big swing." The tall, thin old man was excited.

The old man of Weiyi snorted, "Issue a big shake, don't you want to drill a night pot?"

"It's not like you are doing it."

"Okay, finally admitted that the bottle is a night pot?"

"You..."

Jian Wushuang quickly waved his hand to stop, "Everything is over here, please leave with me."

The three of them stopped a new round of scolding.

Then the tall and thin old man took the lead in solemnly arching his hand, "Yang Jun thanked the little friends here."

The elder Weiyi then said, "Dao Gonggong and Xie Xiaoyou."

Cold pupil old man smiled, "Su He and others, thank you all."

After saying this, the three figures turned into three golden awns and fell into the bottle in an instant.

Feeling the shock from the bottle, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, finally cleared.

"Let's go, now that the Ten Thousand Eyes have been wiped out." Jian Wushuang looked at Chunqiu Road.

In the spring and autumn, my heart is surging. From the beginning, I embraced the mortal mentality into this ten thousand eyes. Until the dramatic end now, everything is too mysterious and coincidental.

Eliminating Wanmutian means that he can already end his long dark prisoner career and be able to return to freedom.

But then, there was another nervous uneasiness rising from the bottom of my heart. Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with some anxiety. "If, I mean if, then the little emperor will turn back, what should I do?"

Suddenly spit out a cloud of breath, and a ray of golden gleam emerged from the depth of Jian Wushuang's pupils, "If he turns back, I will drag him back before he dies!"

The endless dimness dissipated, the whole Wanmutian began to be clear and clear, the river began to emerge from the ground, and countless trees and vines began to grow wildly.

Looking back at the last cleared world, Jian Wushuang disappeared into place.

In front of the bronze giant palace in the cloud top, the two figures fell quietly, and then stepped forward.

The gate opening of the Bronze Giant Hall opened, and in the middle of the hall door, a weak body stood.

Little Emperor seems to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the figure in the square in front of him, he smiled slightly, "My partner, please come and meet us, our guests."

After finishing this sentence, the little emperor turned and entered the palace.

The thin purple robe came to Jianwu's double-faced body and reached out to ask for something.

Jian Wushuang squinted at him, then walked straight into the bronze giant hall.

The rich musky scent with a light fishy smell no longer exists, and the unknown fragrance is greeted by waves.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, and walked inwards, spring and autumn followed her step by step.

For Spring and Autumn, the little emperor is like a nightmare.

He will never forget that the day when the heavenly court was destroyed, a purple robe appeared.