Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4741: Finally win
He didn’t think of it anyway. The **** guy, instead of not dying, manipulated the fairy to return.
A seemingly inconspicuous and impenetrable guy, who also realized the fairy style, how could he not be shocked.
Be aware that being able to comprehend the immortal style means that the realm of Yanxian is in harmony, and you have touched a higher level.
Understanding and making good use of it further illustrate its terrible point. Breaking through Yanxian will only be a matter of time.
Since Wang Gu, I don’t know how many top practitioners have been able to enter the realm of Yan Xian. Above Yan Xian, such a state of delusion has made Yan Xian desperate.
Yanxian is a watershed. Even if Shouyuan is endless, he can't feel the luck of the mysterious and mysterious, and he can only despair.
At the same time, even if it is an extraordinary fairy, there are very few who are able to die.
The state cannot be broken through to another level, and the endless Shou Yuan is like a trap and a cage to them.
Yanxian, who has not broken the shackles, may die in a fierce battle with the turmoil of one side of the sky, or he may cut off the source of the fairy, and he may not even enter the cycle.
This is a path of cultivation without retreat. The vast silence is far more than the brutal killing.
The first step in breaking through shackles is to realize the fairy style.
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At this moment, the spectacle that is coming one after another is not a fairy style!
The little emperor was already shocked. When he saw that figure, like the emperor of a party, he ordered the scene of the river, and the scene he was most unwilling to see in his heart appeared.
"So, is this his real strength..."
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"Enough! You stop for me." Young Master Jiao's eyes began to turn red. He waved his palms and suddenly torn the mountain that suppressed him.
The series of fierce battles has made Master Zizheng tired, especially in the previous fairy style of the little emperor, which has consumed more than half of his physical strength.
Several Yanxian present were retreating consciously, for fear of becoming a cannon fodder.
Jian Wushuang, dotted with Canggu galaxies, looked at him indifferently.
Sonson wheezed slightly, with a little hysterical, "Do you think, do you think you just want to deal with me by just hitting the fairy style?"
"Be prepared to regret it."
The pale red scroll that stretches for thousands of miles becomes more and more intense, and the young man stands in the center of the scroll, slowly condensing his vigorous strength in his hands.
Then, the scroll twisted up and formed a real shadow.
Every real shadow is a son's correction.
The light red real shadow condenses like substance, all encircling to Jian Wushuang.
"You guys, have never seen the coffin without tears. Since you have to fight to the end, then I have to send you to see the coffin."
The young man smiled strangely, and after whispering a word of extinction, he was swallowed by the darkness in the scroll space.
The outsiders simply cannot detect the scene.
Nearly one hundred real shadows in the entire scroll space moved at this moment, carrying powerful vigour and rushing forward.
And Jian Wushuang noticed the change as soon as possible. He suddenly waved his hand, and a round of Yaoyao hung up and shone a hundred miles.
The indescribable beam of light barely tears open the darkness, and the real shadows running forward and back are touching the beam of the sun, and they are directly transformed into a pool of mud and fall to the ground.
But Jian Wushuang immediately felt something was wrong. The real shadows that had turned into mud were tumbling, but in an instant, they turned into thousands of chains, trapping him from bottom to top.
The next moment, in this originally dark space, there were countless strange eyes!
Every pair of eyes is joking, cruel, or indifferent, as if one side is an endless abyss, which makes one sink into it at a glance.
Jian Wushuang was trapped by a chain, unable to move at all, and could only watch the eyes above him madly eating away the strength in his body.
Besides this extremely dark space, the corner of Mourinho’s mouth reveals a meaningless smile. “If it’s not in the heavens, I will treat you well.”
Then he turned slowly and faced the lonely little emperor quietly, said, "Your reliance is already one step ahead. You haven't quit yet. Are you going to let me throw you out?"
Little Emperor looked at Gongzizheng coldly. With his own intuition, he knew that Jian Wushuang couldn't get out so easily.
Sure enough, when the smile on the son's corrective face hasn't receded, the extremely dark space that stretches behind him suddenly burst!
There is a wailing cry and howling with the wind, a large amount of mixed black bursts burst.
The shape of a hand Qingshenfeng is coming!
Jian Wushuang was indifferent in his eyes, and then he confronted the younger son and threw the Shenfeng in his hand.
Because of this sudden unpredictability, Gongzizheng didn't even make a sound, but was overwhelmed by Shenfeng who came from the face.
The Shenfeng, which was a thousand feet tall, rose into the storm and turned into a mountain of a thousand feet high. With an irresistible power, he sealed his entire body in the roots of the mountain.
The earth collapsed, the Tianhe River was against the current, and the vision was engulfing.
By adhering to the principle of taking advantage of his illness and killing him, Jian Wushuang condensed his strength on the soles of his feet, and then he shook the earth with a powerful foot, stomping heavily on the top of Shenshan Mountain.
"Boom!"
Millions of gods can’t bear this foot, and a deep gully has cracked.
Juli went straight to the surface, and the young man, who was under the pressure of the mountain roots, was right and wrong, and when he was ready to rush out, he almost kicked Xianyuan by this juli.
As soon as his eyes were dark, Yin Hong's blood spewed out of his nose.
Jian Wushuang prepared a drumbeat and took off his son's life, a loud sound from the morning and evening drums.
"The time has come, please stop and go to heaven."
In a black robe, the extremely mysterious Yu Bo appeared in the heavenly realm, and some muddy eyes looked at each Yanxian who only survived to the end.
Jian Wushuang’s eyes flashed through Sen Han. When he was about to release the last thunder blow, he found that the air seemed to stagnate, which actually restrained Yan Li.
He seemed to feel something, and turned to look at Yu Bo who appeared in the heaven.
Four eyes meet, Yu Bo's turbid eyes have a subtle fluctuation, and then he turned his head and waved his robe, then sent the son who was sealed under the Shenfeng back to Heaven.
"Please, rush to heaven immediately."
After saying this last sentence, the whole heaven was completely silent.
The remaining Yanxian glanced at each other, and then all fled here quickly, rushing to heaven.
Jian Wushuang finally relaxed after a spitting breath.
This six-month battle for the peach, ended with the victory of Jianwushuang Zhenfeng and holding the fairy peach.