Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4704: Broken eyes with broken arms

Jian Wushuang does not know when it will appear, and his figure is standing in the void, and Huamang overflows from his fingers, like golden sand, scattered throughout the whirling sky.

The people who are struggling to resist only feel that the pressure on their bodies is one of them. The almost shocking eight-arm anger is actually stopped at this moment, and then the eight arms are closed, and the four eyes are closed.

"Why, what's going on?"

Chunqiu was puzzled at first, and then looked at the sword of Huamang, who was standing on the sky, and the sand like a golden sand surging around him, he understood it.

Jian Wushuang has given him a kind of strong image in the invisible form, to turn the tide and to hold everything in his mind.

The only one who can give Chunqiu such a sense of concentration is his emperor Fenghua.

With the stagnation of the eight arms, the entire whirling sky is on the verge of collapse.

The bald-headed Luohan, whose **** body was blown up and shattered, opened his eyes and looked at Jian Wushuang desperately.

Although Yanxian Realm, as long as the breath is endless, it is close to immortality, but he is frightened, he feels that everything in his body is quickly dissipating, like being stripped by some kind of supreme energy.

Slowly spit out a breath, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand, and then grabbed the head of the bald-headed Luohan in his hand.

The great horror between life and death makes his teeth tremble, and even the words are incomplete.

"Yan, Master Yanxian, please let go..."

Jian Wushuang is obviously too lazy to talk nonsense. If this bald-headed Luohan had not been able to wait for the robbery, then there must have been no such thing.

This is the end of the matter.

Two fingers in the middle of the front door of the bald-headed Luohan reached out, and a kind of irresistible power of arrogance directly crushed his origin.

"No..."

The ugly head is fragmented, which occupies the entire whirling ancestor of the whirling ancestor, and eventually dies in Jian Wu's hands.

In order to prevent him from dying, Jian Wushuang used the supernatural power to completely wipe out the heavens and the earth that wandered for hundreds of millions of miles, and extinguished any breath that might be revived.

At this point, on the premise of not hurting other creatures, most of the whirling days have been reduced to death.

As the bald-headed Luohan fell, the shocking eight-armed eyes did not disappear, but instead turned into a slap-sized painted pottery, which fell into the hands of Jian Wushuang.

With eight arms stretched and staring like a bell, it was a bit ugly...

From the void to the ground, Chunqiu came forward excitedly, "Brother Jian, great!"

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and threw the palm-sized colored pottery to Chunqiu, "Send you."

"What's this." Chunqiu caught it in a hurry and fiddled with it curiously.

As soon as the bald Arhat died, his fellow disciples who were originally scattered as birds and beasts were wiped out by Jian Wushuang.

As soon as he jumped onto the deck, Jian Wushuang returned to his old position on the bow and began to sit up.

Zheng Ying glanced at his back, then stepped back to the boat.

In this whirling battle, the team with a large number of people left only less than twenty people, and more than half of them were killed in the sea of ​​the giant sea sky chapter.

And this whimsical voyage is coming to an end.

Walk through the whirling world and continue to move forward. For a certain period of time, the mysterious Zheng Ying quietly disappeared again.

For some woman who has a mystery, Jian Wushuang has some unspeakable concerns.

And as the channel approaches the end, one side of the heaven and earth is full of magnificent spirits, which has replaced the previous waves of strange clouds.

The atmosphere of Xuan Miao Zhi also relieved Jian Wushuang's vigilant heart.

From time to time, Yan Xian, who rides a fairy crane, leaves a splash of white on the sky, and the most powerful forms seem to be the main color of this great Yan Huan.

After several years, the ship finally sailed to the end-Jingchuan.

This is a majestic super heaven, and it is rumored that it was once a dojo without the sense of God. It is full of strength, but it is immortal.

Looking at several giant ships driving in the giant sea, the top repairers who have been traveling between them have already seen no strangers, and even do not even cast a curious look.

Swimming across the river, several giant ships entered one after another, and at this time there were dozens of black shirts coming out of the sky.

The thin purple robe immediately dropped a pale gold seal from his hand and fell into the hands of the first person.

After counting the interest, the head of the black shirt Yanxian flicked, and the sky gate constructed by Yunwu Yanli opened.

"It's finally here." Chunqiu stretched out a long lazy waist, and glanced forward subconsciously in the corners of his eyes, his body suddenly stunned.

Jian Wushuang also frowned.

I saw that after the Tianmen of Najingchuan, a body dressed in extravagant clothes, with a slightly scattered figure on his face, stood there as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

When the giant ship arrived safely, Xiao Emperor smiled and jumped towards the deck.

"Have seen the little emperor." The thin purple robe carrying more than ten purple robe kneeled down on one knee and returned to life.

"The big companion is accompanied by labor." The little emperor nodded his head, and Yanli turned into a breeze holding up the thin purple robe and others, and then he turned his attention to Jian Wushuang's body again.

"Well done, what do you want? Goddesses, exercises, heaven and earth?" Listed dozens of them one by one, he waited for Jian Wushuang to reply.

"Fifty years." Jian Wushuang said something unknown.

Little Emperor smiled, "70 years."

Jian Wushuang acquiesced, and then said, "Since there is nothing wrong, I will go back to sleep."

"Don't worry, you should haven't been to this place before, and I will take you here for a turn, and it won't be too late." Xiaodijun said nothing, and didn't wait for Jian Wushuang to answer. With his hands on his back, he hurried to Jingchuan.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, and then said to Chunqiu beside him, "You are waiting for me here, I will go back and go."

Looking around Spring and Autumn, he quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, I should follow Brother Jian, let's take care of each other."

Jian Wushuang didn't say much, and her figure moved forward.

As one of the most vast worlds, Jingchuan has terrible heritage, and the monks who can come here are all top repairers.

Just a glance, there are dozens and hundreds of ancestors.

On the issue of ancestry, Jian Wushuang had a brief discussion with Chunqiu not long ago.

There is no such thing as an ancestor in Dayanhuan, the ultimate of all things, but it is replaced by Yanjing.

That is to say, every ancestor in this great Yan Huan is actually called into Yan Yan.

At the same time, the ancestors in these great Yanhuan ancestors are slightly less powerful than the ancestors in the divine universe.

And this half of it belongs to the great luck of the avenue, which can not be copied and is unique.

Going side by side with the little emperor, he laid his feet in front of the portal of the river and marched on this reckless and vast plain.