Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4767: Physical death

For a moment, the air fell into a state of silence.

Jian Wushuang soon came to understand why Zheng Ying was shocked, because he has now transformed into an ordinary guard's face, which is completely different from his previous face.

It was Zheng Ying who didn't recognize him as the sword of Wushang on that voyage.

It's just that at the moment when the two of them met again, there were so weird.

Why is this woman who disappeared quietly after the war of Whirlday suddenly appearing in Beitian Xianzhou, and it seems that she came from the town to kill her son.

Is she a messenger of a certain emperor under Zhenwuyang?

Jian Wushuang is a little uncertain, but opens his mouth slightly but says nothing, and then turns to leave.

At this moment, a sudden big crisis behind him suddenly turned his head.

Afterwards, a real sword with lingering force almost rubbed his neck and thrust forward, bringing a trace of blood.

If it’s not evasion in time, this sword is enough to cause serious damage to Sword Warriors!

After he survived the crisis, he turned to look at Zheng Ying, his eyes watering.

Zheng Ying’s beautiful face is so cold at the moment, he holds the sword in his right hand, and he doesn’t even say a word, carrying Yanli again to kill Xiangjian Wushuang.

"Are you sick?"

Two fingers in the food caught the blade that went straight to his door, Jian Wushuang pressed his heart and angered, and said to Zheng Ying, "Is it really like I am a persimmon?"

Zheng Ying’s stature remains in a stabbing state, and there are some doubts in her cold eyes, because she heard something familiar from the young guard in front of her.

But at the next moment, a more cold murderous intention broke out. From behind Zheng Ying, there were suddenly hundreds of magnificent forces, all of which were suppressed to Jianwushuang.

Rao is thinking about his old feelings again. Jian Wushuang also raised his anger. He suddenly slammed the front with his palms and fought against those forces.

A small burst of martyrdom stirred up under the hibiscus tree.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pointed out again and turned into several Yanli water dragons, trapped to Zheng Ying.

He doesn’t want to kill Zheng Ying. After all, he was one of the few people he saw when he first came to Dayanhuan, so he was just trying to trap her.

It is just that, the more Zheng Ying resists fiercely, surpassing the powerful strength of Yan Xian, which makes Jian Wushuang very headache.

"What the **** are you going to do, don't go too far, Zheng Ying!" Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of her and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ying, who has been silent, finally spoke, "How do you know my name?"

Jian Wushuang heard the words and was silent. At this time, he realized that he couldn't reveal any information about himself at all.

At the end, he emptied and pushed Zheng Ying away.

"Don’t care who I am, I advise you, it’s best not to kill him."

After leaving this sentence, Jian Wushuang apparently didn't want to get entangled anymore, and just walked away.

Looking at the somewhat familiar back, Zheng Ying did not catch up, but turned to look at the prince ink lying under the hibiscus tree.

After several fights and escapes, the son Mo has already looked away, and only the unwillingness remains in his eyes.

Under the cooperation of Diqing and Dayanxian, the entire Xiaoxianzhou and even Beitianxianzhou are on the verge of collapse.

The old root of Panshan in the hibiscus tree has broken, and the gravel is falling straight.

Zheng Ying stepped forward, facing the setting sun of the sun, without any hesitation, a sword cut off the head of the son Mo.

Then, she stretched out her palm again, releasing the majestic force to crush his fairy source easily.

At this point, Zhen Wuyang seated the fifth emperor, the son of ink.

Under the hibiscus tree.

Beijing Tianxianzhou, which was supported by Gongzi Modizi Qiyun, began to collapse, and all avenues and Qiyun began to be disordered.

Heaven and earth mourn, this is the reaction of the death of the emperor.

And Zheng Ying, the terminator of everything, looked at the dead head in his hand and waved his hand to intercept the last luck of his son, Mo, who belonged to the emperor.

Finally, the skull turned into a cup of powder, which was scattered under the hibiscus tree.

The emperor passed away, and the Avenue of Heaven and Earth trembles.

At this moment, Yanxian, or Dayanxian, who fought in the northern Tianxianzhou, has noticed.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the end with a complicated look. The figure standing under the hibiscus tree then left quickly.

Yong Zi Mo eventually dies, and any Yanxian or Dayanxian present will definitely be thoroughly investigated by Heaven.

If you leave any clues, it will surely be a disaster!

Jian Wushuang will never forget that apart from the true Wuyang, who is emperor's luck, there are ninety-nine Dayan immortals in the entire heavenly court.

Any of them has the absolute power to play against the Qing Dynasty alone.

So right now, escaping quickly is the most correct choice.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu, who are fighting desperately, only feel that they are all loose. The mysterious Five Musketeers stopped the offensive, and they all screamed at the sky, "The son of the son is dead, withdraw!"

Dai Yanxian, who was mottled with blood on his body, immediately gave up the confrontation with Di Qing and prepared to escape.

"Want to run? Leave it to me!" Di Qing screamed angrily, his arms shook, and they grabbed them.

The two great Yanxian, hurriedly running Yanli to resist, and at the same time, he said, "Yongzi Mo is dead, Tianting will inevitably track down, now I will not go, I will not walk away if I want to go later!"

Di Qingqing smiled, "There is so much time, I will kill you first, and it is not too late!"

"No brain idiot." Since they were unable to get out, the two Dayan immortals were also anxious. At this node, staying here for one more point would make it impossible for them to escape.

But Diqing did not allow them to leave, and once again got into a fight.

"Spring and Autumn, Chen Qing, let's go!" With a deep voice, Jian Wushuang's body was like electricity, carrying the general trend, directly opening the blockade of the five swordsmen, and giving aid to the two.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded, and the three escaped together.

"Brother Sword, Master Mo is really dead?" Chen Qing couldn't help asking when he was running away.

He still can’t believe that the fifth emperor under Zhenwuyang just died like this?

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "The luck has all gone, and there is no chance of survival by chance."

Chen Qing nodded, not knowing whether it was joy or worry in his eyes, "Damn, playing so hastily, I actually forgot to sprinkle hot urine on the Temple of Heaven."

"..."

"Don’t think about it, run away from here and talk again."

The Northern Celestial State is vast, but with the dispersal of the Emperor's luck, the avenue is extremely disordered, and the entire Celestial State is irreversibly broken.

And Jian Wushuang is to run away from Xianzhou with all his strength before the heaven comes, and hide the breath as much as possible.

The chaotic situation right now is exactly what he wants. As long as he leaves Xianzhou, even if the emperor comes in person, he will never be aware that he has been there.