Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4724: Yu Bo

For a time, only the wrath of the uncle's unwillingness and the slap of the little emperor bowing left and right were left outside the entire hall.

Nearly two hundred old men in the heavenly court looked at this scene and shook their heads and sighed. This is not the first time about the little emperor's flying and arrogance. It was a total of five feasts and three fights.

However, although the emperor has a little rhetoric about it, he never stops it, and even has no crime or lesson.

This also caused the participants to dare to speak out, fearing that the little emperor would be upset and give himself a sword for nothing.

With Chen Qing as an "accomplice", Xiao Dijun let go of his hands and feet and slapped his face, and the son could only bear humiliation. As for the more than ten Yan Xian brought by him, he didn't dare to move forward despite his eyes dissuade.

At this moment, I sang out loudly.

"Gongziyan, don't you want to think of this heaven as your six-day realm, is your heaven a place where you want to be?"

The same figure in a plain kimono, stepped into this sapphire giant hall, quite a heroic brow between the eyebrows, full of coldness.

Little Emperor Wen Yan slowly raised his head and looked at him with murky eyes, and then let go of the young man under him, and walked slowly towards him.

"What are you going to do?" The rather heroic young man unconsciously stepped back half a step, his eyes showing vigilance.

It was a powerful slap in response to him.

It seems that the Yingwu young man had already expected that his neck would escape the blow a little bit, but then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen.

I saw that Xiao Emperor, with an incredible speed, directly hit the top of his knee and hit his lower abdomen, forcing him to lose his resistance instantly, and at the same time the slap of the storm threw up.

The young man stood up, covered his slightly bluish cheeks, and looked angrily at the little emperor who was still violent, and then raised the palm of his raging rage.

"Second son, secretly attacked, you have done it many times, this time, just pause."

Chen Qing sounded with a little sneer, and at the same time, a more prudent force was blocked in front of the son.

The son corrected his gaze, and looked at Chen Qing’s gaze with a flash of death, "Chen Qing, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, people are doing it, the sky is watching, oh, I almost forgot, you two are already heaven," said Chen Qing, arms folded behind his head.

The murderous eyes in his eyes became more and more heavy, but the young man just snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and then backed away, closing his eyes and raising his mind.

"Brother Jian," Chen Qing immediately leaned towards Jian Wushuang, with a mysterious look on his face, "Guess who the little emperor is smoking now?"

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "Is it his brother again?"

Chen Qing nodded, "Third brother, Gongzi Yu."

He smiled dumbly, "Would he want to draw several brothers one by one?"

"I’m not sure," Chen Qing shrugged. "But it is estimated that when the fourth is drawn, it is estimated that the emperor will be here."

The brave young man named Gong Ziyu, after the slap of the little emperor's storm, hardly hitting dozens of slaps, he roared and smashed his vigorous palm into his face.

However, the space seemed to stagnate for a moment, and Xiaodijun slightly passed his head, and then stepped back, then stepped back, and kicked the son off with a kick.

It's an uproar, the companion brought by Gongzi Yu can't help but take a step forward, whispering, "You are a prince, why are you the second son, and the three sons are embarrassed in this heavenly court, is it really? Are you arrogant and arrogant by emperor?"

Little Emperor glanced at him with a cold eye, and in his hand a real sword lingering in immortality appeared.

The partner wearing the purple robe saw it, took a step back, and gritted his teeth, "Heaven cannot be stained with blood!"

At this moment, four more bodies in white kimonos were walking into the sapphire giant hall.

But after seeing this scene, the four figures took a half step back in a tacit understanding, and looked at the little emperor alertly.

"Come here." The little emperor withdrew the real sword and waved at several people.

One of the slightly younger people responded quietly, "Brother, don't come unharmed."

The atmosphere is heavy, and all Yanxian stared at the impending battle.

Little Emperor sneered, and a soft sword was wiped from his waist without a trace on his palm.

The face of the five people has changed slightly, and one of these thin youths has stepped forward, "Brother, stop, don't make the emperor unhappy anymore."

He turned a deaf ear to the sword and moved forward step by step, revealing his murderous intentions from his eyes.

Chen Qing's complexion also changed at this time, "Brother Sword, Little Emperor seems to be really killing this time, so I will step forward and stop."

Jian Wushuang nodded, this magnificent heavenly court, if it is really bloodied, I am afraid that the emperor who has not yet appeared will never forgive the little emperor.

The young man covering his cheek aside with a happy face, the look in his eyes, I wish they could fight on the spot.

A total of five magnificent powers instantly filled the square in this sapphire giant hall.

Every young man in a kimono is ready for a battle.

And Xiao Dijun didn't seem to worry at all. He carried the soft sword in his hand and moved forward as if he had entered the unmanned state.

Jian Wushuang and Chen Qing were about to step forward to stop the sky dome, which was originally flown with clouds, and I do not know when there will be a colorful Chinese rhyme.

At this moment, the entire cloud-filled sky vault has changed.

Jian Wushuang seemed to realize something, staring at it.

I saw a black robe shaped by a gathering and scattered cloud. He stepped on the colorful rhythm and walked down the sky, shockingly, as if there were rules of the road flowing around him.

"Is this the true Wuyang Emperor?" Jian Wushuang murmured in his heart, somewhat shocked by his general trend.

With the palm of your hand, you can directly put down the struggle of Xiaodijun and others and dissipate.

Even if it is Jian Wushuang, it is clear that the strength of the body is suppressed.

The black robe is standing in the center of the square, like a sculpture.

The faces of the five people all changed, and then they bowed at the same time, "Have seen Yu Bo."

Little Emperor didn’t open his mouth, he reached down and placed the soft sword around his waist, then said quietly, "Yu Bo."

The black robe fluttered slightly, and a pair of turbid eyes slowly swept around, and finally looked at him, "Little emperor, don't be angry anymore, the emperor will arrive later."

When the voice fell, it was another voice that seemed to permeate through the ages, carrying the supreme majesty, resounding, "Are you killing someone?"

All Yanxian gathered in the heavenly court heard this voice, and they all shouted their hands and said, "I have seen the emperor."

The dignified sky dome lined up on both sides, and a majestic figure dressed in the costume of the Emperor Shanhe emerged.

Behind him, there are ninety-nine figures.