Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4718: On the eve of the banquet

Jian Wushuang took another four weeks to make a final decision.

From the past mud tires in the universe of divine power, he jumped from ancestor level to Yanxian.

With the strength of his Yanxian Realm, during the years that he entered Dayanhuan, he did not meet the moment of life and death.

Even Juhai Tianzhang and the whirling ancestors of Wootian did not give him a real fear of life and death.

Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that it would be the watershed to really take that step out of Yanxian Realm.

After sitting in Dingwu for a while, he seemed to realize something again, and reached out and walked out of the wordless book from his arms.

Opening the first fifteen pages full of small heads, Jian Wushuang's gaze stayed on page 16, but there was nothing but blank.

"Shouldn’t I just talk about Chen Qing with the sword just now? Why is there nothing in this book?"

With a somewhat skeptical attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer the battle memory in the consciousness out of a ray.

The ray of manifested consciousness soon sank into the pages of the book.

Jian Wushuang was not disappointed. This kind of consciousness cloud smoke actually started to write directly, and the regular small heads appeared on the blank pages.

And this time, the writing speed is extremely fast, almost tens of hours, and I have all finished writing.

The number of pages has also changed from the original number of pages to a thin page.

"No, Chen Qing's kendo, there are so few places to write?" Jian Wushuang was a little unbelievable, quickly read it again, and after confirming that there was really only one page, some could not laugh.

But then, a more mysterious scene appeared, that Chen Qingjiandao, which had only one page, disappeared line by line!

It's like having a pair of big hands in the midst, erasing.

"No, no, what is this operation?" Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, "Wouldn't this Jian Ji despise Chen Qing's kendo, so it was erased again?"

There is no answer, Jian Wushuang can only watch Chen Qing’s sword way, completely disappeared.

"It's a really weird collection of swords." He looked at the lone book in his hand, and at the same time thought that if he meets a guy like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn't he just print it and steal the teacher?

Jian Wushuang wryly smiles. This sword collection is simply a treasure of heaven. The predecessor who created this sword collection is probably an interesting guy.

After collecting the sword set close to his body, Jian Wushuang was seated.

For five years, for him, it was not even as long as he had been fishing in Yunxiao Palace.

He strives to adjust the dynamism and state to the peak state in these five years, in order to deal with everything that happens next.

Boyang bottle was also opened. After only wandering around in the small orphan day, the Three Emperors returned to the bottle and fell asleep.

Everything was spent in gentleness, Jian Wushuang did not know what was waiting for him next, and was forced to accept it.

Under the surface of seemingly calm water, the undercurrent surging.

Five years, but flashed away.

When Jian Wushuang's hairs re-emerge, the enchantment of Xiao Gutian is opened.

The little emperor who has lost his extravagant clothes and put on a kimono symbolizing the emperor.

On this dark golden kimono, the needle threading each depicts mountains, rivers, and lakes, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.

And on its collar, two thin-eared small animals symmetrically entwined with dark gold thread.

This kimono made the little emperor lose a bit of enchantment of boys and girls, and a little more hero and martial arts, but the pale paleness on his face could not be concealed.

Behind him, stood nearly a thousand figures.

"Little Emperor, I'm going to invite the Brothers of Sword to come." Chen Qinggong shouted, and then suddenly stopped when he set off.

"You guys are waiting here, I can just go." After leaving this sentence, Xiaodijun went to the depths of Xiaogutian alone.

Chen Qing's eyes showed envy, "Brother Sword is really awesome. I haven't seen one person with this treatment for so many years after Chen Qing has been with Xiaodijun's side."

Skinny purple robe raised his eyes slightly, looked at Xiaodijun's distant figure, and drooped his eyelids again.

Seemingly, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting in Wuwu, slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure coming.

"Brother Jian, Gongzi Yan came to visit." Xiaodijun smiled and stopped on the square.

Spit out a muddled breath, Jian Wushuang stood up and nodded, it is considered to have seen.

Looking up and down for a matchless sword, Xiaodijun said with interest, "How is it recovering?"

"Not bad, when will you leave?"

"All are ready, just waiting for you."

Jian Wushuang nodded, Chunqiu also walked out of the palace and stood behind him.

As he was about to leave, Xiaodijun suddenly stopped him, then stretched out his hand and stuffed a set of clothing to Jianwushuang.

"Put it on, the embroidered ladies in Dasiyu tailored it, which is not bad."

Jian Wushuang was quite helpless, and was not easy to attack. He had to quickly rush into the palace and change his clothes.

A moment later, Wu Shuang, who changed into a long suit with a silver-silk embroidered thread, appeared.

Although he is very handsome in this outfit, it also gives him some uncomfortable swordsmanship, which is far less comfortable than the black shirt ranger.

Little Emperor's eyes showed satisfaction, and then turned to open the way.

"Brother Sword, I don't see that you are not much worse than the emperor." Chunqiu looked up and down at Jian Wushuang with envy flashed in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, this dress is not very suitable for me." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, quietly loosened his belt, and then stepped forward.

Chunqiu scratched his head. "It's really a bit like my emperor's figure. It's really strange."

He would never have thought that this young man beside him, who was silent and quiet but seemed to have an inexhaustible story, was once an Eternal God.

A total of more than a thousand ancestor-level top repairers, twenty Yanxian, condensed in the void, at this moment, revealing the real fangs he has been hiding to Jian Wushuang.

Beyond the realm of Six Heavens, in the emptiness of Dasiyu, the little emperor's gaze was rare and rare, slowly sweeping over the figure standing in front of him.

And at this moment, the entire sky of the big division, there was a burst of hiss.

A monster that Zun Wushuang has never seen stepped on the moving clouds and came by the wind.

These beasts, like dragons and sheep, with curved ears and fine ears, are engraved on the body with golden scales, and they are quite mysterious at the same time that they can’t say anything strange.

A total of twenty strange beasts and ten imperial wards.

Every imperial dragon has a banner with Yan characters engraved on it.

For a long time, the little emperor's calm but full of dignity's voice resounded throughout the entire division.

"Everyone, with the son of Yan, go to heaven and go to the banquet!"