Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4693: Undercurrent surge

The emperor Fenghua died, and the heavens subsequently fell. The little emperor wearing a purple suit like a tuberculosis, as if entering a no-man's land, the horror means almost dominated the whole event.

All Yanxian, all destroyed, the vast heavenly heaven, leaving only the Spring and Autumn as the emperor of Fenghua Emperor.

He was then taken to Montenegro for a long, extremely prisoner career.

How resentful he is to the little emperor.

Step by step toward the depths of the Great Hall, Jian Wushuang's gaze did not fluctuate for a moment.

"A guy of unknown origin, who has been confined by chains, can kill three emperors one by one. How terrified he is to be able to complete this impossible What happened?"

Silence is so great that you can almost hear the heartbeat, but only the emperor's whimsical voice resounds.

"You, are you an emperor?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at Jian Wushuang.

And Jian Wushuang did not answer him, reached out and threw a mirror far away from him, "I have completed the conditions you want, and it is time for you to honor your promise."

"Oh? Really?" Reached over the mirror, but just glanced at random, Xiao Dijun turned and threw it to Jian Wushuang, "How can I never remember the promise?"

With this remark, whether it is Jian Wushuang or Chunqiu, the heart sinks fiercely.

He did not expect that this seemingly shameless little emperor would be blatantly shameless.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are as deep as water, and a long and invisible sword appears in his palm.

Little Emperor’s eyes were fixed, and he subconsciously stepped back half a step.

The image left by that sword Wushuang was so shocking and terrifying that it affected his judgment ability in a subtle way.

It seems that he feels the heart of his master about to explode, and the long sword emits a stern chirping sound.

Going forward step by step, Chunqiu followed, and his last bit of humiliation was buried in the resentment and anger after playing, making him more determined to revenge.

The chain iron plate between the necks began to show endless imprisonment, and the meridians began to be imprisoned. Each time a force was used, the meridians curled up painfully.

However, Jian Wushuang seems to be undisturbed, and still moves forward.

"I said, untie me!"

The repressed rage sounded resoundingly, and half of his face was covered with dark blue imprisoned sword Wushuang, which seemed particularly terrifying and unbearable at the moment.

In the last moment, there was a scared little emperor, but in the next moment, there was a strange smile.

"Don’t waste your energy, you can’t kill me now."

As soon as this remark came out, the thin purple robe came at a glance, flicking and smashing it towards Jianwushuang.

The endless dynamism is like a huge ocean.

However, Jian Wushuang only lifted the sword, and the infinite force split into two halves from the middle, sweeping away from both sides.

Little Emperor’s eyes narrowed, and then he said slowly, "I suddenly remembered again."

"Promise your promise, I will honor it, but I want to ask you a few questions before that."

He smiled slowly, not caring about his current situation, and said to himself, "Are you an immortal, or a lord of heaven, or a son of an emperor?"

Suppressing boredom in his heart, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Xianyun Yehe."

"Xianyun Yehe can reach your astonishing level, it is really unimaginable, I am afraid that there are few such arrogance in the world of all areas." Little Emperor Youyou Road, "Follow me, I promise what you want, first It will be presented to you in a moment."

"No interest." Jian Wushuang said concisely.

However, as if he didn’t hear it, Xiaodijun extended a finger and said, "One hundred years, you wish me to ascend to the throne. I will divide this whole world to you completely, and I can promise otherwise You have several conditions."

"I said, I'm not interested!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"You will promise me, I am not a wicked person, this is just a win-win situation," Xiao Dijun leaned back on the Chinese bed again, as if he had settled him, "Although you claim to be a fairy, I can feel that you left so urgently, not because of fear, but because I was looking for something."

"But in this great Yan Huan, all emperors and Yan Xian are nothing but a tiny dust."

"There is no heaven, no foundation, I can guarantee that you will die soon, let alone seek aimlessly?"

Little Emperor got up and approached Jian Wushuang softly, "As long as you help me ascend to the emperor's throne, I will definitely let you become a emperor in this great Yan Huan."

Jian Wushuang no longer speaks, but looks at him coldly.

Little Emperor smiled, and then stretched out his palm from the extravagant clothes and pressed it between his necks.

The iron chain with a big imprisonment shattered.

The surging to extreme power of Yan Yan instantly filled the limbs and the skeleton, the Yan Xian Realm, which had been imprisoned, was completely released, and his whole breath rose to another realm.

Jian Wushuang gave him a deep look, and then turned to leave.

However, stepping out, the dark places on both sides of the giant hall slowly walked out of a purple robe.

Every purple robe is filled with vast dynamism, no less than twenty Yanxian!

Jian Wushuang stood in place, and the little emperor followed up, placing his palm on his shoulder. "I have told you my ambitions and secrets, and you know what it means. "

More than twenty Yan Xian, even if Jian Wushuang has completely released the realm, until the last moment, I am afraid there is no possibility of rushing out of this siege, ten dead.

The threat is clear.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, just an attitude," Xiao Dijun shrugged. "This is a win-win situation. I really can't let you go."

"Only one hundred years, no matter whether it is successful or not, I will not disturb you again. In return, everything you want is served, including this entire six-day realm."

The hall is dead, leaving only the lights and candles indefinite.

For a long time, Jian Wushuang said, "Okay."

Little emperor's pale face finally showed a smile, "Very well, welcome to the New Territories."

The sword has no two-sided color and is extremely calm, "100 years is the limit."

"Understood." Little Emperor smiled and nodded.

Stepping out of the hall, a feeling of detached world emerged in Chunqiu's heart.

The imprisonment that almost bound the unknown number of years was lifted, which means that he has been free since then.

He didn't expect that Xiaodijun would let him go so easily, or even stop him a little.

I am afraid that he has also become the first, the former emperor who survived from the little emperor.