Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4762: Jiuling Zhenwu
Jian Wushuang heard the words, grasping the son's neck with one hand, and the other hand directly walked into his arms.
Chen Qing, under the combined offensive of the five mysterious bodies, has not been able to persevere for too long, and has already begun to catch up.
He will find the sky-shaped bone armor in less than ten breaths and escape from here.
But at the next moment, the completely unmovable son suddenly flashed a bit of tyranny, and the palm behind him brought out a glimmer of light, and stabbed directly at Jianwushuang.
A strong crisis rushed into his heart. He almost stabbed his head an inch at the same time as the light stabbed.
However, it was still too late. The palms glowing in the light left a narrow wound directly in Jian Wushuang's neck, and the blood spewed out.
He was in pain, a conscious release of the palm of his hand, and son Mo took the opportunity to push it back with another palm, and then quickly escaped!
"Looking for death!" Jian Wushuang was furious, and his neck was recovered at a very fast speed. He smashed it forward and almost blocked all the escape routes of Gongzi Mo.
However, this established situation has changed again. The young man Mo is desperate, pouring all his energy into his left arm, and at the cost of breaking an entire arm, tears the majestic momentum of Jian Wushuang.
Then, Master Mo turned around and looked at him bitterly, his body flickering towards the outside of the temple and disappeared.
Seeing this situation, how could Jian Wushuang let him leave, and even if Chen Qing was struggling to resist, Chun Qiu and the two heard it and chased them out.
"Lao Tzu, I won't play with you anymore!" Chen Qing's forehead and blue muscles are very fragile, and the figure that was almost hung up and beaten barely separated. The five figures' goals are very clear, and there is no plan to fight with him again. , As soon as they separated, they ascended directly outside the hall.
The entire temple is irreparably collapsed.
In the sudden battle, a group of Dianxiu and Yanxian who had gone to the Banquet Temple had already suffered more than half of their deaths and injuries, and the rest survived. They had already escaped from the Temple.
At this point, there are only three Dayan Immortals left in the crumbling temple!
Under two towns and one, the black robe is embarrassed.
The two Dayan Immortals shot him down, making it difficult for him to get out, and even the immortal body faintly reached the edge of collapse.
Although the long-time sleep in the Temple of Heaven, the black robe is very clear. Except for the ninety-nine under the seat of the emperor Zhenwu Yang, there is absolutely no more than one hand in the Dayan Immortal that exists in the vast vast Division. Number.
The so-called Dayan Immortal is a mysterious existence that completely transcends the Immortal Immortality. Only when you reach the realm of Dayan Immortal, will you have a chance to touch the Emperor's luck.
This shows how scarce and scary Dayanxian is.
But right now, there are two Dayan immortals to intercept the son's ink, what a big deal.
Looking at the vast vast territory, who can have such a means of communication?
He couldn't even imagine it, and even thought it was the will of Zhen Wuyang.
"Which of you are the seated people, but did you know that the killing of the master son Mo was an enemy of the real Wuyang Emperor and the entire big domain?"
Under the hard resistance, the black robe still had the last chance, trying to let them know the serious consequences.
But the two Dayan immortals who dealt with it, ignored it, and did not care about the so-called Zhenwuyang emperor in his mouth, and the entire Sisi.
The terrible force has already crushed and shattered the temple above this little fairy, and countless ruins and fallen walls fell in Xianzhou.
A scene of destruction.
The son Mo who ran out of the Temple of Heaven was like a dog of the mourning family, dragging a broken arm and fleeing desperately.
On the whole Xiaoxianzhou, the red prairie field, and the extremely dark clouds under the hands of Dayanxian, all show signs of collapse.
Jian Wushuang followed, and the narrow and long wound between his necks had healed completely, leaving no scars.
Everything that is happening now has far exceeded his expectations. He did not expect that there would be other people coming to intercept the son.
And looking at this posture, it seems that it came from a complete extermination.
Jian Wushuang does not care about his life and death, but the impact or consequences after this incident will be huge.
As the fifth son of Zhenwuyang Emperor, if he falls, I am afraid that all the top repairs and Yanxian in this war will be thoroughly investigated.
The three of them are also very likely to be involved.
So son Mo can’t die, even if it’s dead, they can’t die.
Find the sky-shaped bone armor, and then escape silently. This is the best solution for the moment.
After Chen Qing and Chun Qiu were in charge, they cut off the mastermind who led the incident, and five of the seven swordsmen were isolated.
At the moment, only Jian Wushuang is chasing Gongzi Mo in the clouds.
Cangyun is vast, and the real life and death terror has caused him to burst out his final potential. Even Jian Wushuang, who is pursuing with all his strength, is faintly struggling and pulled away for a short distance.
Young Master Mo broke through the clouds and fled towards the center of the entire Xiaoxianzhou.
There is a heavenly hibiscus tree based on Xianzhou.
The canopy of the canopy is made up of huge dark green branches and no leaves.
A huge golden cage hangs above the crown of this sky-high hibiscus tree.
The golden cage is entrenched in a big day that cannot be looked directly at!
At this moment, the figure of the young man Mo Nacang has already run to the hibiscus tree.
"Teach me to save me!"
A loud and frightened voice resounded from the mouth of Master Zi. He was already the end of a crossbow and placed all hope in his voice.
In the golden cage of the hibiscus tree, the dazzling round of the sun moved.
The bird's head with the golden light wheel slowly lifted up.
This is a Jinwu with four purposes!
As its bird's head lifted, the polar night was dispelled, and the two pairs of red eyes were like four rounds of big sun, Yao Yao could not look directly.
"Whee--"
It is about to ring the cries of the territory, and the whole night of the Northern Celestial State is dispelled, and the glare comes.
The golden cage was opened, and it spread its wings and flew out. With its wings and wings spreading, the glorious momentum shone to Xianzhou.
A total of nine red purple long Ling, with the Jinwu wings spread out to form a giant sun, hang down from its tail, with a magnificent momentum.
At this moment, even the sword Wushuang is subconsciously raising his hands to cover his eyes, and can no longer take a step forward.
Hot, it is too hot.
A burning sensation from the depths of the god's soul makes even Yanxian retreat.
The transversal trend emanating from the Jiu Ling Zhen Wu can no longer be measured by Yan Xian.
With such breath, Jian Wushuang vaguely feels that it is about to reach a certain level of mystery, reaching another level.
In his current cognition, this kind of breath has been infinitely close to the top existence in the heavenly court.