Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4709: Return six days

Jian Wushuang always seems to be everything in his chest, not in a hurry. From the perspective of Xiao Dijun, it seems that everyone around him is not like him, and he is a maverick. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test

The invisible sword sprang up quietly, condensing around him.

Together...

Ten ways...

Many ways!

Innumerable invisible long swords were lifted up into the sky, turning into a terrifying sky-covering awn, hanging above the head of each black robe.

A great horror between life and death surged in everyone's heart, even Yanxian, felt a chill in the sword curtain.

Chen Qing, who was escorting the little emperor, looked back at this scene in shock, a deep dread flashed in his eyes before turning around.

Jian Wushuang's clothes are floating around, just like a lone sword left alone in the world. No one can see through his thoughts. As he moves forward with each step, the sword that hangs above the sky dome At the scene, they stepped forward.

The ancestor-level repair of the exogenous boldness, a tentative step, a sword in the sky, and a sword!

The sound of "Poo" is so subtle that it can no longer be subtle, just like the sound of death, which sounds in the sky city that is about to shatter.

The ancestor-level Dingxiu was crushed into powder, and even the internal source was broken together, there is no possibility of resurrection!

Just as a sword, he killed an ancestor. Looking at the extremely dense sword curtain on the sky dome, all ancestors stepped back subconsciously, and their faces were all horrified.

For a time, even a few Yanxian dared not act lightly.

Jian Wushuang glanced coldly at all of them, and his footsteps accelerated slightly.

Although the sky is full of swords, he knows that if he really wants to get started, these swords can kill at least one hundred ancestors. If the eight Yanxians work together, I am afraid the effect will be even greater. Great discount.

So Jian Wushuang is betting that they dare not step forward.

Once you leave this heavenly city, it will be much easier to escape.

But within a few miles, the Yan Xian glanced at each other, and a fierce outflow sprang up. No matter the sword curtain in the sky, they joined forces to siege up!

Jian Wushuang was shocked, and released the curtain of the sword almost without thinking.

However, this sword curtain is shocking to the ancestor-level top repair, but it is still a bit weak for the joint force of Yanxian.

At first, a black robe Yan Xian waved a wave of strength, swayed all the nearby sword curtains straight, and went straight to Jian Wushuang to kill.

"Boy, no matter who you are, leave your life here today!" Eight Yan Xian rushed forward together, and the strength of their hands was changing, and they went straight to Jian Wushuang pocket.

The majestic force of terror turned into a big net cover. After Jian Wushuang pushed Spring and Autumn far away from the battle circle, he snorted coldly and held a long sword to attack.

In a flash of one hundred thousand swords, the leading black robe Yan Xian just waved his palms to seal it, and suddenly felt a sharp sword breaking through the void, and stabbed directly.

In a thousand shots, he made the most correct choice. His body suddenly slanted, and most of his left body instantly shattered.

He was shattered by the divine body, and the unbearable pain caused him to scream. A lucky look even lingered in his eyes, but the sword and mango that broke out completely in the next moment ripped into pieces.

All the top repairs are crazy, and no one controls the strength of Jian Wushuang's strength. They are all pressed like torrents.

If the little emperor escapes, they have a chance to count, and there is no possibility of survival when they return to life. Only by killing him completely can they survive!

Jian Wu's double-sided color changed into one. At this moment, the endless and infinite edge of strength, all rushed down to him, and the entire vast city was all under the pressure of terror.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he directly led the sword and kneaded the two styles of the unparalleled swordsword into one, forming an unparalleled sword!

Introducing the sky, the madness that is trying to suppress the sky is rising rapidly, and then resolutely hit the general trend of more than 500 people and the seven Yanxian forces!

A giant mangle is flashing, and the earth that has passed through the heaven and earth is cracking, like the deep rift of the sky, the earth is fierce and fierce.

Know that the strength of each of the heavens in this great Yan Huan is far stronger than any place in the divine universe!

Even there is no comparability between them. The place where the fairy can sit and practice is already the ultimate place in the world.

But Rao is such a heaven, and both of them collapsed and started to collapse.

The little emperor who was being surrounded by Chen Qing and the thin and small purple robe. After feeling the power of ruining the world, a pale red suddenly appeared on his pale face.

Then he suddenly broke free from Chen Qing and stepped on it, stepping directly on the waist of his eight-armed angry eyes, and hurried away behind him with an effort.

"Little Emperor!" Chen Qing shouted anxiously, but he could not stop it anymore, so he could only watch Xiao Emperor's figure go away.

And the thin purple robe called Daban, without hesitation, returned almost at the moment when Xiaodi Jundong left.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth, and then flew to the back of the fierce battle.

And Chunqiu, who was sitting on his shoulders with his arms glaring, was a bit dazed. For him, the little emperor went back to die, which was considered the hatred and resentment in his heart, but he thought of the one he broke with his own strength. Sword Warriors.

The eight arms that stopped suddenly looked angry, and Chunqiu looked back, looking like a moth.

The next moment, he also flew back to his body without any hesitation!

‘Little emperor? It's still a pleasure to die in my hands with my own hands. I'm going to save only Brother Jian! ’

A sword beyond the meaning of Kendo in the past, breaking through the supreme trend one by one, but then it was replaced by a more solid Yanli theory.

Jian Wushuang is holding on, and the strength of the body is madly passing, it is already out of power!

Just as he was preparing to call out the Three Emperors in desperation, a pair of palms with no trace of blood, and next to him, stuck on the majestic momentum.

Jian Wushuang was a little shocked. The person who came was not someone else. It was the little emperor who was likely to pass out almost at any time.

"Did I let you go?" Under such oppression, Jian Wushuang still gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

Little Emperor smiled slightly, and a ray of divine blood overflowed again at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend to the throne......"

"If you are dead, I'm going to lose a lot..." The strength released by my best efforts seems to have a heavy load on his **** body, and even his eyes can't be opened.

But Rao is like that. Little Emperor seems to have something to export. "Remember, six days back, you can't do without you."