Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4737: Sneak attack severely injured

If you look closely, on the broad back of this giant ape, a slightly immature and thin figure is looking excitedly at what is happening on the sky dome.

Yanxian with more than 20 new faces showed a trend of encirclement and wrapped Yanxian including Gongziyu into dumplings.

"Yongzi is coming?!" At this moment, Xiaodijun and Gongziyu, Gongzi Jiao all shouted the same name.

The comer is the only seven emperor who has had a two-faced relationship before, and is the only emperor who has a good impression on the little emperor.

"Brother, is this your horse really pulling the wind, I am the first time to take the fairy as a horse!" Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the seven emperors looked at the little emperor's eyebrows and danced.

Little Emperor's brows were slightly frowning, apparently he didn't expect the young son to intervene at this time.

Yong Ziyu also looked at him with surprise, and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here, do you want to fight for Xiantao too?"

"Third brother, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have much idea about that stuff," the young man scratched his head, then raised his eyebrows, "I am just here to help the elder brother, you and the second brother did It's too much."

Yong Ziyu heard the words and sneered, "Are you looking for death? Even if you add one, can you change the result?"

"It's hard to say whether to change or not, but is it always necessary to try it?" Gongzi Lin said, stretching a lazy waist on the back of the strange ape.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will solve you!" Yuzi Yulan smiled and launched the offensive first.

When the young man was about to see him, he shot the strange ape's head and escaped directly.

Almost at the same time, Yanxian who was in the same camp as the son also dispatched one after another, and the melee was together.

Jian Wushuang only felt the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and there was no urgency to resist hard.

Nearly fifty Yanxian battles, with different Yanli dying and magnificent.

Jian Wushuang looked at the young son Yu who was attacking the young son, and his eyes began to flourish.

"Be careful." Xiaodijun reminded in a low voice.

He nodded, his palm lightly pressed against the handle of Tai Luo, and his figure disappeared like a ghost.

Zheng Ziyu is concentrating. When he is about to force his son to retreat with a palm, a strong sense of crisis makes him almost subconscious.

"Xilah..."

However, everything was too late. The knife was half an inch, almost nearly cutting off his entire head.

Yong Ziyu quickly retreats, and at the same time releases his self-preservation.

Looking at the mysterious young man dressed in a black ranger, Gongzi Yu only felt the wound between his neck hurt into the bone marrow.

The wrist shook, and the blood on the Tarot Excalibur fell, and the sword looked at him calmly.

Waves to heal the wound between the necks, the madness in the eyes of the young man Yu disappeared, and he watched with caution.

Being able to approach him unknowingly, another sword almost beheaded, this terrible strength makes the young son shudder.

There is no extra cliché, Jian Wushuang directly raises the sword and presses it, and the broken Tai Luo Excalibur is full of momentum.

A sword fell, and it was easy to break the strength of Gongzi Yu.

He was terrified and at the same time used all his resistance.

Although the sword body is broken, the swordsmanship is still there. Each sword carries a powerful momentum, and the forced young son Yu begins to panic.

Every sword style is as thick as water, but also wide open and wide, making it difficult for the male Ziyu to use the corresponding force.

Although there is only one sword at a time, thousands of sword intentions are differentiated, and the more persecuted he is miserable.

And Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, and Gong Ziyu is an iron embryo, constantly being hammered. During this hammering process, each of his swords is becoming more condensed.

Yong Ziyu almost suffocated. Under such a showdown, was he actually regarded as a whetstone? !

Disgrace is on his mind, he is ready to release the fairy style desperately, and kill Jian Wushuang like a bug.

But soon, Gong Ziyu was shocked to find that, in his current state, he couldn’t call out the fairy style...

A powerful sword fell, and a shocking wound was directly plowed from the male lute bone of the son Ziyu.

This sword almost cut him into two pieces from the middle.

Yong Ziyu felt terrified. He found that the cold and death-like young man was far more terrifying than he thought.

If the Emperor Xiao brought him shock and confusion, then the sword of Wushuang is the representative of coldness and death.

When he realized the horror of life and death, everything was too late.

There is not even any unnecessary nonsense. Jian Wushuang held up the broken sword in his hand, as if he had sinned and tried, and finally dropped the ultimate sword.

But in the next moment, the change is steep.

A pale red scroll quietly swept through, while a beam of light directly penetrated the back of Jian Wushuang.

The gentle blood of the **** sprayed the face of the young son Yu.

Jian Wushuang's face was pale, and that sword failed to be cut in the end.

Tairo Excalibur slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.

He also lost his strength, like a fallen leaf, suddenly fell from the clouds.

"Jian Wushuang!" Xiaodijun exclaimed, almost at the same time, he wanted to hold him.

But a light red barrier blocked it.

Yongzi walked out of the scroll and looked at him with a smile, "It's really embarrassing. I had such a consequence when I missed it. I'm afraid he can't even get out of the game."

Little Emperor’s gaze changed from Sen Leng to anger, "Young Master corrects, you must die in my hands."

"Really? But in order to prevent this result from appearing, I will let your big brother completely disappear before this." The son said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

A round day without any warmth traverses the sky, the black and white mixed colors reveal the silence and nothingness.

This is a fairy style that belongs to the little emperor.

The son also started to be fanatical in his eyes, the most unpredictable. Like the abyss, he also showed his strength at this moment.

It seems that the turbid and unsettled atmosphere, the unknown but extremely suppressed atmosphere, appears like a mist.

"Although you cannot beheaded in the realm of heaven, it is also a good choice to make a heavy addition to your weak body."

......

"It hurts..."

Feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him, Jian Wushuang, who has lost consciousness, is gradually sober.

At the moment, half of his body was soaked in the stream, and the black shirt on his body was mostly broken.

He barely propped himself up on the ground and gasped slightly.

The original fragmented chest is healing rapidly, and the evanescent power and vitality recover quickly.

All this is naturally due to Jian Wushuang's super-perfect life form.

As he cut off the past to achieve Yan Xian Realm, his super-perfect life form did not disappear with the past cut off, but became stronger and stronger after entering this great Yan Huan.