Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4740: A little mountain and river
The dark red sky has already appeared, and there is a raging wind.
There are very few Yanxian who can stand here.
The less proficient young son arrived and dragged the younger son out at the last minute.
At this moment, only less than ten figures are still standing.
The young man's face is gloomy, and his white tooth dress has broken, and his long black hair is broken and the belt is dancing with the wind.
It is the little emperor who is standing on the opposite side of his mouth and suffocating his breath.
His palm holding the soft sword was trembling, but he still looked at the son with scorn and sarcasm in his eyes.
"Last time, give me Xiantao, and then get out." The voice of Gongzizheng became colder, and the murderous intention in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The little emperor with a hint of red color on his cheek, coughed out a ray of divine blood, and then quietly said, "You said, how many days have Xiantao been on this emperor, should it be six days?"
The son has a cold face, and the time for Xiantao to disappear has indeed been six days. During these six days, he had several opportunities to kill the little emperor, but he did not play the killer because of some concerns.
This also causes time to pass quickly.
Once Xiantao stays in the hands of a certain Yanxian for seven days, the battle for the peach is declared over.
And this is the last day.
"Are you really not planning to hand it to me?" The son took a step forward and horrified rally swept up.
Xiao Dijun's thin body seems to fall at any time.
But there is no fear in his eyes at all, and the meaning of sarcasm is more obvious, "Idiot, don’t you really think Xiantao is in my hand?"
The young man fixed his gaze, and was about to speak, a stone infused with Yan Li hit his head without warning.
"Fool, look here."
A clear voice rang, and looking around, a black-shirted Ranger figure held Xiantao in his left hand, looking at him with a smile.
My son corrected his pupils, and he clearly remembered that he had already beheaded and killed him.
"Why didn't you die?"
"If I am dead, how can I take revenge by hand?" Putting Xiantao into his arms, Jian Wushuang calmly said.
The next moment, he suddenly set off, carrying the endless momentum, and ran into the young man without fear.
Looking at the re-entered body, Xiaodijun spit out a deep breath and relaxed completely.
The most magnificent Tianmen pole was pushed down, and the unparalleled surging power almost completely suppressed the son at the moment of collision.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang pulled out the Tailuo Excalibur and slashed down with great force.
A sword is like a thousand swords, a sword that reverts to its peak, Wushuang, a sword style wide open and wide, full of domineering sense of desperation. For a time, the oppressed son was difficult to fight back.
The young son is very stubborn, and he also understands why the young son Yu was difficult to compete with before.
This Yanxian is extraordinary!
A sword sword exploded in the stars and lakes, and a horrible sword sword swept up, letting the unprepared son correct, and suffered a big loss!
Kicked out, Jian Wushuang backed away from the battle circle.
The tooth white dress was completely broken, and the skin cut by thousands of sword intentions exuded Yinhong Shenxue.
The son's anger is extremely extreme, but the seemingly horrible sword, but it is just over, but only torn his clothes, not even serious injuries, this is an insult to him.
He couldn't stand it. Between the palms of his hands, a pale red picture scroll spread out.
At the same time, a silky misty chaotic atmosphere emerged behind the son's correction, in which unimaginable power surged.
Jian Wushuang also took away the contempt, he could feel this kind of move, and he had surpassed the existing state.
"Damn things, since you still come back to die, then I will fulfill you!" The son's uncontrollable rage broke out, and he stretched out his palms and snapped together.
The silky misty chaos behind him vacated.
Jian Wushuang wanted to avoid it, but found that the pale red scroll that spread to his feet somehow seemed like a kind of prohibition, and he was firmly trapped in place.
Two immortal fairy-style encirclement Xiang Jian Mushuang, he simply cannot survive!
Yong Zi Ding Na Ying Wu's face even had a sneer on his face.
The silky misty chaotic atmosphere, without accidentally swallowing the sword Wushuang.
The little emperor who was watching from afar was suddenly shocked, and he really understood the terrible trick of the son.
If you don’t have a fairy-style body, you can never escape from his hands!
Although Jian Wushuang is even more powerful, I am afraid that he cannot escape.
"This guy can never die so easily." Little Emperor shook his head and looked closely into the distance.
There, it seems that the chaotic breath of the unknown monster seems to be eating away.
There was a flash of pleasure on Gongzizheng’s face, watching those who dared to rebel against him, and dying in front of him, there was nothing more pleasant than this.
Looking at the chaotic breath that kept creeping, thinking that the time was almost running, he was ready to recall with a wave of his hand.
However, at the next moment, an abrupt mountain peak suddenly burst into that chaotic atmosphere.
At the same time, a vertical waterfall falls from the sky dome and falls completely.
Another big day emerged out of thin air, glorious.
These strange weathers dispelled the chaotic atmosphere in a moment.
You know, it’s the most difficult fairy style.
Young Master Zhengyuan opened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.
When the breath of chaos completely dissipated, the thin and firm figure appeared again!
The sword at the moment is unparalleled, and his eyes reflect the boundless stars.
At his eyebrow, a galaxy of seven stars moves slowly.
In the face of the young master, he pointed out.
The giant water surging roared by Yanli swept away directly.
At the same time, long winds, mountains, rivers, big sun, and other natural scenes will appear one after another.
The unimaginable landscape appeared on the stage at the moment, and all of them hit the son.
Jian Wushuang's eyes gradually cleared, and he slowly raised the corner of his mouth.
The magnificent galaxy that was constructed in his mind before is now embodied by him.
A so-called mountain river means a mountain river.
What the heart thinks is self-made.
All these wonders are what Jian Wushuang thought.
Whatever I want, I use everything.
At this moment, everything in this entire universe can be used by Jian Wushuang.
Two-finger halberd, the giant mountain Shenfeng, which was originally pulled off by the son's feathers, now grew out of the clouds, facing the son's correction, the boundless Shenfeng cover pressed down.
Reluctant to get rid of the giant water and endure the sun-drenched son's correction, it is already miserable.
These methods are actually fairy style!