Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4742: Face wall punishment

No one can believe this is the end.

Jian Wushuang is like a shock, breaking into every line of sight.

It's unbelievable. This is the first time that Xiantao in the feast was taken away by Yanxian except the Seven Emperors.

And Jian Wushuang is not the companion of the little emperor, so this fairy peach in his hand is completely owned by him.

Take out the fairy peach containing the shackles of numerology from his arms. He didn't even miss it, like an ordinary fruit.

"Hey, then." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and threw the fairy peach to the little emperor.

A stream of light flashed across the sky before falling into his hands.

Looking at the fruit with vigorous power in his hand, Xiaodijun raised his brow slightly, he just had to bite a bit, and the chance in Xiantao would rush into the body to help him break through.

But the next moment, the little emperor's palm opened and closed, and the fairy peach was divided into two halves.

"Hey, then." He said the same, throwing half of Xiantao to Jianwushuang.

The two smiled at each other, and then bitten the fairy in their respective hands.

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The immortal rhythm is vast and the smoke is flowing.

In the heavens that still sing and dance, the silence is extremely extreme at this moment.

The Zhenwuyang emperor sitting on the throne, a pair of people with awe-inspiring eyes, suppressed his anger.

On his next head, all the emperors were silent and dejected.

It was only from the unconscious son who was awakened from the coma that a pair of British eyes was full of coldness.

The two figures walked slowly into the heavenly palace.

The little emperor who has changed into a luxurious kimono, with a smile on his face, does not care that all his eyes gather.

The sword has no double-faced color, and slowly paces forward, as if there are mountains and rivers in his chest, vaguely revealing the breath of prestige.

Facing this kind of scene, he did not panic, and even wanted to say a small scene in his heart.

Before he entered Dayanhuan, he stood at the pinnacle of the divine universe and mastered the experience of the avenue, so that he raised his hand and cast a foot with an indelible camera.

Even Zhenwu Yang, who was sitting on the throne, had a weird feeling of sitting upright when facing this young man.

But this feeling was quickly erased from my mind, Zhen Wuyang snapped the case, "Black smoke!"

Every Yanxian shivered, they naturally knew why the emperor was so angry.

Several battles for winning the peach, almost all of the taboos that cannot be committed have been committed this time.

They formed a camp with each other, and became a weapon in the hands of various emperors, the eagle dog under the seat, and where there is a half-century posture.

However, the most important point is that the iron rule that Heaven cannot be stained with blood is broken by the little emperor and the strange guy beside him.

So at this moment, the Yanxian who participated in the battle for the peach all looked at the two of them meaningfully.

"Keep me on my knees, something that doesn't work!" Zhen Wuyang yelled again, almost breaking the case in front of him with his palm.

However, the two figures are motionless.

Jian Wushuang only felt inexplicable, his eyes looked away.

The little emperor said a little in the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "The emperor wants me to kneel, and there must always be a reason. After all, I am an ineffective thing and can't stand in front of them."

After finishing, he looked at the other six emperors, and the sarcasm was beyond words.

The emperor Zhenwuyang was very angry, and it was another case, "I am your father! Is this reason enough? Is it enough!"

Little Emperor knelt on one knee, "Enough."

When seeing Xiaodijun kneel down, Zhen Wuyang's complexion slightly eased, and a pair of eye-catching eyes glanced at the public Yanxian.

"It's really black smoke, a good game, this is the end of the point, but even dozens of Yan Xian have fallen, do you have the right to ignore this iron law?"

Yang Ziyu, who looked angry, stood up at the moment, "Back to the Emperor, all the deceased Yan Xian were all done by Gongzi Yan and the fellow around him, we have not missed..."

"Do you think your mistakes are lighter than them?" Zhen Wuyang looked at him, "Shenfeng supporting the heavens was destroyed by your own hands and trying to break the rules. Want to use this to open the Xiantao ban, is it you? ?!"

Yongzi Yu cold sweat immediately fell, he did not expect that his meaningless actions will be found the real intention, "Emperor, listen to me..."

"No explanation, I will consciously go to Heaven Realm to get one hundred sticks, but one stick will not work!" Zhen Wuyang said angrily.

Yongzi Yu's face was pale. All the 100 sticks in this world were all held by the masters. Each stick is enough to make ordinary Yanxian suffer.

This hundred sticks go down, I'm afraid he can't get out of bed for a hundred years!

"Follow the orders." Young Master Yu gritted his teeth and retreated back to his original seat, and he even almost laughed out with his unfamiliar Young Master Mo.

Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "This time of the Xiantao battle, your performance has disappointed me, and everyone will consciously go to the Celestial Leadership Club for a moment to introspect!"

All Yanxian faced with a bitter face, and did not get much benefit from participating in the feast of the heavenly court, but ended up with fifty sticks.

But no one dared to refute, all bowed, "complied."

At this time, Little Emperor coughed up artificially, and there was another red color on the pale cheeks.

"Emperor, the son is weak, so I can’t lead the club..."

Zhen Wuyang Emperor heard the words, nodded, and brushed his hand, "Yongzi Yan was exempted from punishment, and the rest of the punishment remained the same."

As soon as this remark came out, all the other six emperors were angered, glaring at the little emperor, but they dared not say anything, for fear of getting more sticks.

It seems that Zhong Yanxian feels that he is partial, and Zhen Wuyang then said, "But Gongzi Yan's behavior is bad, so fine him for ten years."

It’s okay not to say this. As soon as I say it, all Yanxian’s eyes almost burned the little emperor to ashes.

Is it to listen to the punishment on the wall of the wind table, isn’t it more appropriate to go on holiday? !

The whole listening typhoon contains thousands of peach forests and immense charms of bamboo forests. Among them, there are fairy tales of heavenly courts, and from time to time, you can see the fairies dancing.

Under such circumstances, can you keep thinking about it?

"What are you waiting for before punishing? Isn't it enough?" Zhen Wuyang Weiyi's voice resounded.

All Yanxian heard the words and hurriedly rushed out of the heavenly court, fearing to take the next step.

Deeply glanced at the little emperor, a gloomy and violent flash flashed in Gongzi's eyes, and then he walked out of heaven.

For a time, there were only more than a hundred figures left in this large heavenly court.

Every veteran is looking at Xiaodijun and Jianwushuang with interest. It seems that they are very interested in this combination.

Looking at Jian Wushuang with supreme coercion, Zhen Wuyang said quietly, "Why don’t you still get the penalty?"