Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4720: Jinghong

One Yanxian couldn't retreat, was crushed into powder by the Quanjie Tianmen on the spot, and the Xianyuan was broken.

Jiao Zhuo's battlefield was immediately vacated, and more than ten Yanxian all looked at Jianwushuang with vigilance.

That kind of Xuanqi's magical power is so vast.

On the other side, Chen Qing opened a killing ring, and each blow was enough to hit several Yan Xian who dare to run forward.

But Rao is so, the Yanxian under the little emperor's seat is still showing signs of fatigue.

Twenty to forty, how could it be an opponent?

Without the help of the three emperors, Jian Wushuang is at least undefeated in the face of the digital Yanxian, but at the moment he is surrounded by no less than ten.

He alone attracted a quarter of the firepower, very depressed.

"Give me your head, obediently, I can make you less painful!" A force of vigorous vigorous force hit Sword Musou.

The long sword reversed in his hand, and the sword tore the offensive, and the sword smiled disdainfully, "On the basis of the shameless waste of you, can I also take down my head?"

For the first Yanxian's face, and then a move with both hands, a total of eleven Yanxian worked together, and the sky covered the sky as if carrying the power of the entire void.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were dignified, when he first raised up a force to block, and then lifted the sword straight up.

Absolute sword!

A sword is worth a hundred thousand swords, with a few broken faces!

"Boom!"

Thousands of streamers burst into flames, Jian Wushuang, holding a long sword, moved forward.

Na Zhetian Damang was split in half from the middle, dissipating quickly.

And Jian Wushuang is also very uncomfortable at this moment. The combined effort of these eleven Yanxian was not what he could bear. In this, the skin surface seemed to start to burn.

"Brother Sword, I'll help you!" With a low cry, Chunqiu manipulated his eight arms with wrath, and rushed directly. The eight giant arms, together with the unparalleled sword, roared in the sky.

Jian Wushuang only felt loose, and the vigour in front of him disappeared.

Spring and Autumn came to him, Shen Sheng said quickly, "Brother Jian, let's retreat, forty Yanxian, let's continue this stalemate, we will definitely die ten lives!"

"Can't go." Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He had his own set of life rules. If he left in this way, it would be a disaster for Chen Qing, Xiao Dijun and others.

Retreating without fighting, the first thing to fight is morale.

In any case, he can’t retreat today.

Stretching hands to separate the huge power from the impact again, Jian Wushuang turned around and pushed Chunqiu into the protective circle.

He is just an ancestor, even if he has eight arms of anger, he will directly die in Yanxian's offensive if he is a little careless.

The only thing Jian Wushuang can do now is to try to protect him behind him.

Yanxian is constantly dying, and the power of such existence can destroy the world between hands, not to mention that there are nearly 60 Yanxian players.

The void is torn, and the planes and worlds that are slightly closer are also affected and continue to collapse.

Nearly one hundred ancestors were killed by the town as early as the beginning, and the immortals brought by the little emperor were also rapidly decreasing.

A few people are already at the end of the crossbow. Even if Chen Qing has reached the top of his strength, he is also weak in the face of so many Yanxian.

A sword intention emerged from the Xinghe Lake and the sea, barely blocking the crowd of Yanxian who threw again, Jian Wushuang and others have been encircled.

At this point, there are only eight Yanxian left on the side of Xiaodijun.

Chen Qing’s right arm is scarred, especially on his right rib.

The wounds caused by the same Yanxian are difficult to heal in a short time, which also means that the combat power will be reduced to a certain extent.

Looking at Yan Xian, who still has nearly twenty-six or six, Jian Wushuang and others are all sinking into their hearts.

"Little Emperor, after I leave, I will return to the six-day realm and stop reaching the heaven." Chen Qing whispered, "Only alive can I continue to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

"Brother Sword, the safety of the little emperor please please." He looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang has not spoken yet, the little emperor said coldly, "Chen Qing, this matter, when will you need to decide?"

Chen Qing is anxious, "But Xiaodijun, if you don't leave, you can't leave!"

"As a successor emperor, I have to go to the heavenly court, even if I die on the road, I can't change it." Little emperor's voice was indifferent, and there was death in his eyes.

"Oh, successor emperor, a waste that can only be continuously cultivated, but cannot be enlightened, dare to call him successor emperor?" The first one was a soft-looking Yan Xian who disdainfully sneered, and more than 20 Yan Xian behind him were also at this moment Laugh out loud.

"Master, just give it to me." The thin purple robe lowered his head slightly, and was taken by the little emperor while taking a step.

"Just let the waste in his mouth send him on the road." His voice was indifferent, but he swept up with a deep dignity.

The next moment, fight again!

The realms full of dark colors sprang up, and the little emperor was in it, as if to become the emperor who truly controlled the party.

"Destroy the son of Yanzi, reward!" The soft-faced Yanxian not only did not fear, but grinned, and looked like a ghost, but rushed directly to the little emperor.

One sword pierced one of Yanyan’s pipa bones, Jian Wushuang sipped, and Qitianyan force slammed forward.

The terrifying power of Tianmen Jilai came back again.

However, the terrifying Yanxian who have already been taught among them all stopped together, and under the full blow of Jian Wushuang, there was no casualties!

Jian Wushuang's heart sank fiercely, but he immediately started up the invisible sword and rushed forward.

Various supernatural powers bombarded him, even if he could not destroy the body, he was injured.

Little Emperor releases the realm, and when he reaches out his hand, he destroys a Yanxian, but then is blocked by the rest of Yanxian.

Chen Qing and others are also reluctant to protect themselves.

A shocking wound began to appear on everyone.

In this fierce battle, when the people such as Jian Wushuang are completely besieged, from the boundless void, there is a sudden burst of vigour.

Jian Wushuang almost subconsciously grabbed the little emperor in front of him, then slammed back.

"Zheng!"

A horror that easily breaks the void cuts through the sky, as if the sky and the sky are open, hundreds of thousands of miles of the void are cracking like a void like a prison under the blow.

Almost at the same time of retreating, that I don’t know where it came from, but with a direct breath of destruction, he came to crush the sky.

There are more than a dozen Yanxian who have no time to dodge, and the body turns into powder and the fairy source turns into nothingness.

This dreadful and terrifying sword directly plowed the void into a gullies of nothingness!

Death, extreme silence, all the surviving Yanxian froze at this moment.