Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4706: Heavenly battle

If the little emperor dies in this siege, then the promise between the two of them will be countless, and he will be alone, looking for everything hidden behind the mist.

All kinds of thoughts came to mind, Jian Wushuang did not make any statement.

At this moment, all the top repairs in this day's city have escaped. The vast city is so dead that there is only breathing sound.

Nearly a thousand physiques are surrounded from all directions, with a sense of killing in prudence.

The tantalizing forces that are connected to each other are transformed into the strongest prison cages, covering the entire sky city.

The little emperor was extremely calm, standing in the same place, his hands were straightened and the clothes were straightened, and then he tightened the jade belt around his waist and pulled out a slender soft sword.

This is the first time Jian Wushuang saw him shot, a unique and lonely breath surging.

Next, Xiaodijun lifted the soft sword in his hand, without any hesitation, cutting off the long hair that reached his waist.

Every step backwards with no trace of body shape, the eyes with Morin's intent still remain.

"It’s your intention to let you know the whereabouts of this seat, but if you want this life, see if you have that qualification."

Little Emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long hair cut in his hand fell to the ground.

The silent death battle begins quietly!

With a sword out, the supremacy is like a thundering dragon rushing towards the nearest black robe.

Someone with a weaker realm was strangled by the sword intention transformed by Yanyan on the spot.

Holding a slender soft sword, the little emperor entered into the unmanned state, and at the same time as the sword was cut out, another palm came out.

It's just a few hours of interest, and dozens of ancestors fell into his hands.

But when the nearly fifteen Yanxian surrounded them, the little emperor who had the upper hand, immediately fell off.

At most, he is the peak state of Yanxian, how can he resist the fifteen tricks of Yanxian who are also Yanxian?

Fingered with one finger, right in the middle of the waist and abdomen, the little emperor stepped back half a step, and a flush of red appeared on both sides of the cheek.

The extravagant clothes were torn and there was a trace of blood overflowing.

At the same time, fifteen Yanxian, fifteen Daoyanyan forces combined, shot at the little emperor.

Just in this life and death, Jian Wushuang shot, including the palm of the surging sword, directly over him and facing forward!

The polar day flashed over, and the layers of shock waves made the ancestors unable to act in the center of the explosion.

One enemy fifteen!

Jian Wu took a step back without double weight, completely canceling out the fifteen Yan Xian's combined effort.

Little Emperor's eyes widened and he looked at him with some meaning.

"I don't want to die, I try my best to kill here." Jian Wushuang did not look back, his voice low.

Little Emperor heard the words and smiled slightly, "understand."

After fifteen Yan Xian, who was also repelled, glanced at each other, they rushed forward again, encircling the three with a more violent force than before.

Jian Wushuang apparently did not want to fight a protracted battle. In order to cause more extensive destruction in the first time, he directly released the ancestral power realm.

The sky-covering giant finger broke through the cage barrier on the sky dome, as if thousands of suns were falling.

Everyone in black robe felt a strong sense of crisis and tried to avoid it.

However, when the Quanjie Tianmen was completely released, there were hundreds of ancestors trying to resist, and they died on the spot and turned into powder!

Even the pavilions in the sky city are under this style, and a gap has been scratched out.

Along with the dissipation of the Heaven Gate of Power Realm, a more majestic horror kendo pours out, turning into a long sword kendo!

An ancestor-level body died on the spot, and even a black robe Yan Xian was accidentally cut off half of the **** body.

The little emperor is located on the side of Jian Wushuang, and in the extravagant clothes, he easily grabs any ancestor who comes forward.

Three pairs of thousands, which is impossible and crazy.

Although the ancestors have done little damage to Jianwushuang and Xiaodijun, the fifteen Yanxian still caused great trouble to them because of their attracting damage.

One sword lures the first immortal who approaches first, Jian Wushuang directly releases the vast sword to barely separate them.

At the same time, more than ten purple robes rushed to death from a distance.

"Little Emperor, the big companion is late." The thin and small Zipao spread his arms directly to the ancestors, blocking him in front of him.

"Not late, just came," Xiaodijun smiled, "and rush out with me!"

After the words were finished, the vigorous force was lifted up and swept across Shino!

Spring and autumn support is hard, but he is an ancestor. If he does not have the protection of sword Wushuang, I am afraid that he has already been strangled as a fan.

Don't be reconciled to this, he reached out and took out the eight-armed pottery pottery previously given to him by Jian Wushuang.

The eight-arm colored pottery rose in the hands of Spring and Autumn, but in a blink of an eye, it grew into a shocking eight-armed arrogant Luohan.

"It's done!" Chunqiu smiled excitedly, and even this sword-armed dreadful power, dare not underestimate even Jian Wushuang.

The full-formed eight-armed wrath is almost at the same level as the whirling ancestor of the whirling sky.

For some reason, the whirling ancestor is far beyond the peak of Yanxian, and has reached a more profound and profound state.

And this eight-armed angry eye has naturally exceeded the peak of Yanxian, and has reached a certain unknown level.

Looking at this almost ugly figure, all black robe people stop subconsciously for a moment.

At this very moment, a total of eight black gold palms hit the ground with unstoppable momentum.

"Boom!"

Yanxian was crushed and crushed on the spot because she was unable to dodge, and the ancestors even disappeared, turning into a layer of nutrients and absorbed by the eight arms.

"Brother Jian, let's go!" Chunqiu turned around and screamed angrily, "It's too late to go again!"

Jian Wushuang nodded his head, reached out to call out Tianmen's great achievements, and tried to escape.

The giant palm cover of the sky, which was transformed by the thousands of gods and soldiers, descended from the heavenly gate and fell to the ground cover.

Yanxian, who had already known its power, directly dispersed in a tacit understanding, rushing in all directions, blocking the retreat of several people in due course.

Huamang has subsided, and there are still thousands of black robes in the shape of the deep sea, which makes people breathless.

One of the black robe Yanxian took a step forward, pointed to the little emperor, and then urn said, "Leave him behind, any of you can leave this place, I will never stop."

Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with some urgency in his eyes. For him, it was obviously very good to be able to see the death of the enemy by siege.

But without waiting for Sword Wushuang to open, the thin purple robe first took a step and slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing an old cheek covered with scars of the gully, "If you want to take the life of the eldest son, Having passed the hurdle of an old man, even your master can't help it, not to mention you all these debris?"