Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4707: Chen Qing

The black robe Yanxian's eyes were fixed, and the murderous intention revealed, "Old guy, today you will definitely die!"

"If you have enough courage, you can come and take it. Although the old man's strength has declined, but killing you is just like killing a group of bed bugs."

Without speaking, there are twelve Yanxian left. At this moment, they are all dispatched, and the terrifying Yanqi, which is enough to control one side of the sky, is all poured out.

Jian Wushuang frowned, with his current strength, crushing the ordinary three or five Yanxian is not a problem, but now there are twelve Yanxian joint shots, unless the three emperors are called out, Otherwise, they have one count and one can't escape!

But the Three Emperors are now his last life-saving cards, and in this eerie wave of Dayan, until the last moment of life-threatening, Jian Wushuang will never show anyone.

He is confident that he can escape even if surrounded by so many Yanxian, but Xiaodijun and others may never escape.

With all his palms, the more vigorous force directly forced the nearly one hundred ancestors in front of him, headed by Jian Wushuang, and began to flee to the gateway to the heavenly city!

Chunqiu also evoked an eight-armed rage at this time. Under each wave of repression, there were several ancestors who could not dodge and fell away!

At this moment, the little emperor, a pair of cold eyes like blood dripping, and his pale, sick-faced face also turned red.

The large number of people in this siege and the high level of it are obviously really running to kill him!

Death fighting is inevitable, but his end seems destined.

With a dark purple horror power rising, the thin black robe hunted around the purple robe. Between his palms, countless purple mansions were linked to each other, turning into a straightest long knife.

One of the most common straight slashes made the earth instantly cracked, and a tremendous pillar of turbulence spewed out, bursting out of those top repairs with a breath of destruction.

There is no sound, even with every death of the body of the top repair, no one made a sound, and some are just the tragic situation of fighting.

This is a team with clear goals and strict discipline. It is difficult for even Wushuang to imagine, who can have such a great energy, organized such a team led by nearly 20 Yanxian, over a thousand An ancestral team.

Is it an emperor? !

There is no answer. At this moment, Jianwushuang is like a ranger swordsman without emotion. Every time the invisible long sword in his hand swings, he easily reaps several ancestral lives.

And after having an eight-armed rage, Chunqiu's strength soared, and he was barely able to walk in the encircling circle.

As for the little emperor, as his face became more red, his strength decreased at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. If it were not for the protection of the thin purple robe, he might have died in the encircling circle.

The twelve Yanxian, all surrounding the little emperor at this moment, apparently ran for as long as he lived alone.

Jian Wushuang, not far away, glanced back subconsciously at the oldest paving. The mysterious guardian of the extreme did not know when it had disappeared, and no trace of it was left.

Just rubbed the day pattern bone armor quickly with his hand, Jian Wushuang also quickly inserted it into the bowl of Yang bottle.

At the same time, the voice of the tall and thin old man passed into his ears from the bowl of Yang bottle, "Little friend, but what is the trouble? I wait to feel that the outside world has a weak murderous spirit."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and used the consciousness to turn it into a voice into the bottle. "No problem at the moment, I am confident that I can leave this place."

The three emperors heard the words, and after answering, everything was calm again.

The sky city in the Chuan Tianyu began to collapse in a large area. Such a terrible battle has already recruited law enforcement in this heaven.

Nearly one hundred strong statures in embroidered robes came from all directions.

As the first middle-aged man in Yanxian Realm galloped forward, he was stopped by dozens of ancestors.

One of the ancestors faintly showed a gold seal, and the urn said, "The idlers retreat."

The middle-aged man's gaze was calm first, and then there was no sign of a violent murderous attack. A beam of diffusive force slammed into the front and shattered the ancestor-level into powder.

"Idlers retreat? I came here today to ask for your life!"

Shen Shen's voice fell, and hundreds of embroidered robes soared into the sky, suddenly joined the battle.

A total of five Yanxian, when they joined the battle, made everyone feel relieved.

"Little Emperor, Chen Qing is late, and he hopes to forgive sins." The middle-aged man, holding a fairy lingering around his sword, ripped apart and came to the little emperor.

Little Emperor smiled miserably, "Okay, it’s not too late, this Jingchuan is so big, only you will come to save me."

One sword flies to several ancestors, Chen Qing also looks dignified, "They, maybe have some hardships."

Without speaking again, Xiaodijun looked not far away, and he was struggling to encircle the sword Wushuang who had torn open a mouth.

He has been silent and quiet, it seems that he has already made a choice in his heart, and has not chosen to leave.

Severe fierce surged from the bottom of my heart, and Xiao Dijun's frowned brows suddenly sharpened, looking at the top repairers who were like the sea, he smiled sullenly, and his palms quietly flowed a dark purple flame .

A realm of dark colors spreads around him, and every inch of the earth swallowed quickly and madly.

Innumerable pavilions have been turned into powder in this eccentric field, while the rest of the black robes in this field have been repaired, only to feel the darkness in front of them, the **** body seems to have fallen into the mud, and the action has begun. unnatural.

The thin purple robe covered with blood was so sad to see this scene.

In his own field, the little emperor seems to have returned to his original appearance, and the state of being a peak of immortality seems to be still climbing.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes were real, and his eyes were fixed. He could feel that the realm of the little emperor seemed to break through the layer of shackles in the middle of the world, reaching another unbelievable level.

The long hair truncated to the shoulders dances in the wind, and the luxurious hunting of the mountains and rivers is depicted by the gold and silver thread.

With a point of understatement, the space would be shattered, and the nearest Yanxian, who hadn't even reacted yet, suddenly shrunk into a mass of chest, and then even with the body's origins vanished.

One finger kill!

So everyone has their eyes wide open and it’s unbelievable. With just one finger, it will make a Yanxian die. How terrible will this be?

Don't look away in spring and autumn, he recalled some past events.

The elder who had been serving him in the old court, as in this scene, was smashed into the fairy source and vanished with him.

With one finger killing Yanxian, the little emperor Junsen cold eyes stared at all the top repairs in front of him.

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