Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4765: One finger extinct source

He did not intend to stop Jian Wushuang anymore, but to see what he intended to do.

As for the safety of Gongzi Mo, in the eyes of Di Qing, it can be almost ignored.

At the same time, the two Dayan Immortals worked together, and finally defeated the black Wu Baoxiang of Di Qing.

The dark power of Yanhe disperses, one tall and two strong Yanxian, still standing calmly, but the slightly undulating chest shows that they are not easy to win.

Diqing showed a lot of chuckle at this, "If you only have these strengths, let’s go, guys who can’t help themselves."

And the two Dayan Immortals, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Now it should not be ours, but you. If Zhen Wuyang knows that there is a near emperor in his heavenly domain, you will definitely not survive!"

Yi Qingwen said that the grinning on the original face gradually became stagnant, and a pair of black and white eyes also had a strong killing intention.

"You guys, dare to threaten me?"

"So what? As long as you continue to struggle, Heavenly Court will definitely be aware of your existence, and by that time, Zhen Wuyang will definitely shoot you to kill you!" That tall and thin Dayan Immortal stepped forward, Shen said, "It's not worth putting yourself in for the sake of a son's ink."

"You alone can never compete with the entire heavenly court."

Yi Qing's face grew colder and colder, "I hate threats the most. Since you threaten me, you must be prepared to die before me."

"Relax, I promise to kill you first when Zhenwuyang notices it."

After the words were finished, Yiqing reached out and raised a long ling between the hair tips.

Then, a white wubao photograph that covered the sky and sun gradually emerged.

Compared with the previous black wubaoxiang, this white wuwu looks even more tyrannical, projecting an unparalleled beam of intense sunlight in its wide open eyes.

"Cheng Kai!"

Ying Qingshen sang out loudly, and he no longer planned to keep his hand, releasing the most tyrannical form, trying to suppress it directly.

The big fight starts again.

On the other side, Jian Wushuang got rid of Yi Qing's shackles, and hurriedly swept towards his son.

The son Mo, who had already killed him and put it into action, saw the sword Wushuang splitting half of the Xianzhou with his own strength, and he was shocked by the spirit, and he stopped in the air. , And then turned around and turned back to the hibiscus tree.

"Want to go? Leave me!" Jian Wushuang drank coldly and reached forward with a hand.

The space suddenly collapsed, and the ink of the young man who was flying, suddenly staggered, and rolled directly out.

Jian Wushuang evenly took advantage of this empty space and suppressed him with a palm.

The rocks raised from the ground nailed him firmly under the hibiscus tree.

"Let me go!" Gongzi Mo shouted in panic, "I will give you whatever you want, as long as you let me go."

Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed, and he pulled it straight up to make him shut up.

Then he stretched his hands and touched him in his arms.

But he didn’t find what he wanted, and there was nothing in him’s arms, where there was half a piece of sky-shaped bone armor.

"What do I want?!" Jian Wushuangqiang forbeared his heart, coldly.

The young man was horrified in his eyes. "What kind of thing are you looking for? It's really in my arms. I haven't discarded it."

Jian Wushuang didn't look like he looked in his eyes, and he searched again.

But the result is the same as before, and the sky-shaped bone armor is still not found.

"You lie to me?" Jian Wu's double-faced color is cold, and the raised palm has burst out of his murderous air.

The young man’s ink surface is like dead ash. He clearly remembers that the jade bone armor has never been lost in his arms after being picked up by himself, but how can it disappear now?

Jian Wushuang did not intend to kill him. In this case, if the required things are not found, he must get out as soon as possible to avoid being affected.

Just as he was about to leave an impressive lesson to his son Mo, a cold voice echoed from behind him.

"Boy, go die."

Di Qing’s figure appeared quietly behind Jian Wushuang.

Then he extended a finger and touched the back of Jian Wushuang.

"Om!"

One finger with the general trend of black and white, from the back without any obstruction, blasted his entire chest.

The Divine Blood, Yan Li, and Xian Yuan are all broken at this moment.

Jian Wushuang’s pupils were placed to the greatest, unspeakable pain, with a blank of divine consciousness, which made him staggered, and then fell to the void.

Yi Qing withdrew his palms, the color of regret was flashed away, and his back turned back again.

The whole process was almost completed in one breath, and when the son ink reacted, Jian Wushuang's broken body was already dead.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He sat down under the hibiscus tree and muttered to himself.

The entire Northern Celestial State has been completely messed up, and all the top repairs and Yanxian that have not been affected have left in the first time.

The guards who were supposed to be here for the first time, after seeing the terrible scene of the battle of Dayan Immortal, all tacitly played and disappeared.

The entire Northern Celestial State is located in the most northern northern territories of Dasiyu, which is a short distance from Tianting.

So at this moment, what happened in the Northern Celestial State has not affected the rest of the sky.

......

On a broken ground still lingering with black spots, a broken figure lies on his back.

The belly in front of him was empty, replaced by a big hole, and the fairy body was nearly broken.

This kind of injury, replaced with the rest of Yanxian, is already too dead to die.

But if you look closely, you can find that this figure, which should have disappeared, is full of life and vitality.

The broken fairy body is also repairing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Immortal immortal body, even if the immortal source is broken and scattered, but as long as there is a will to survive, it is enough to reshape.

Similarly, this was replaced by the rest of Yanxian. The tragic injury was on Jianwushuang, not even a heavy hit.

Finger moved slightly, his blank consciousness slowly recovered.

Although the immortal immortal body is constantly recovering, the severe pain after trauma still affects him.

A big battle still broke out above the clouds, and the magnificent martyrdom exploded.

Jian Wushuang lay on his back, only expecting a quick recovery.

At this moment, a pair of white and tender feet tied with silver bells quietly stepped on the ground burned by flames. It seemed that the owners of these feet could not feel the heat.

The Luo skirt hanging on the ground is melting, exposing the bright white to the extreme calf skin.

In the end, the master of these feet came to Jian Wushuang and squatted slowly.

At the same time, something quaint and covered with fissures and ravines was placed in front of him.