Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4878: Fight against Dayan Immortal
This is the second time that Jian Wushuang has condensed the true shadow of the selflessness.
The first time to condense was to completely defeat Zhang Tianshi, the lord of the Celestial Sect of the Immortal Territory, and exploded his wretched wheel immortal style with the true shadow of selflessness.
This is the second immortal style of Jian Wushuang, a special immortal style independent of a little mountain and river.
Along with an unrestrained and unrestrained figure, Jian Wushuang's whole body burst into blood and energy, like the real shadow of the gods.
Diqing did not stop, and a black Wubao image gradually condensed, and it continued to expand and stretch for thousands of miles in the big formation.
Chen Qing, Chun Qiu and others all backed away, watching this scene nervously.
Through the colorful array, you can see a precious image, a black crow is soaring wildly. Almost between dozens of interest rates, it skyrocketed to a million feet.
But the formation shows no signs of breaking.
Based on sixty Yanxians, the formation is too solid.
Even though each Yanxian's complexion turned red, the steady flow of energy still firmly bound Jian Wushuang and Diqing in it.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang's true shadow of Wumei has grown to billions of meters, which has surpassed the height of the previous battle with Xianyu Tianzong Zhangtian, but it still failed to burst the big formation.
The clear black Wubao image has also reached a certain critical point.
"Damn, these gangsters are waiting for me to go out and crush them one by one!" Di Qing said with a flushed face. Not long after his life was damaged, his strength was far from recovering, so that he let this Wait for the formation to be besieged.
Jian Wushuang's brows furrowed. If Wumei Zhenying can no longer tear the formation, I am afraid he will have to find another way.
With the completion of the formation, the remaining two hundred Yanxian began to march again in the next three days of the six-day realm.
Apparently they were all given orders before they came to the Six-Day Realm, desperately destroying the Six-Day Realm.
As soon as this formation was completed, the black robe Yanxian, who had been mysterious to the extreme, and issued orders from time to time, soared to the top of the large formation, quietly condensing a dark short sword with forearm length in his hand.
The little Emperor, who was watching from a distance, quietly condensed his eyes, and the next moment his figure rose directly, holding a soft sword resolutely rushing to the big formation.
The thin purple robe also set off at this time, following Xiao Dijun closely.
A group of evangelists who acted as a big formation, constantly exchanged positions, released the evangelists and strengthened.
The next time Yanxian exchanges positions, a dead silence, emptiness, black and white aura quietly rises.
That was Xiaodijun's immortal style, the immortal style with a full blow, burst out in one of the weakest positions.
It is not easy to be a full-fledged script, and it is impossible to stop this full-fledged fairy style.
Ten evangelists, four fell on the spot, and the remaining six were all hit hard.
At this point, the six formations, under the full blow of Xiao Dijun, crashed one.
It was precisely because of this blow that the entire array was on the verge of destruction.
Jian Wushuang and Diqing, who were besieged in the formation, were also aware of them, and directly lifted the true shadow of the Wumei and the Black Wubao again, and finally the entire formation was broken!
"You are looking for death!"
The black robe Yanxian holding a jet black dagger fell from the top of the big formation, looking at Xiaodijun with anger and anger, then his body suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.
Until Xiaodijun noticed it again, the black robe Yanxian had reunited in front of him.
The long and narrow short sword that is concentrated with black power fell directly and easily went into his heart.
There, it is basically a place where immortals are generally condensed.
This sword came rushing to kill.
Little Emperor Jun’s pupils suddenly condensed, and then slowly collapsed.
"His Royal Highness!" At this moment, the thin purple robe was completely lost. He flew over, condensing the power of his palm and rushing towards the black robe.
The black robe Yanxian was also apparently taken aback. After reacting, he threw out Xiaodijun's immortal body like trash, and then fled.
The thin purple robe caught Xiao Dijun, and his original withered and steady face was filled with helplessness, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"My big companion, tell, tell Jian Wushuang, run away." Xiaodijun reluctantly opened his eyes, and after uttering these last words, he passed out.
The thin purple robe nodded, and after holding him tightly in his arms, he rushed towards Chen Qing.
Jian Wushuang, who closed this scene under his eyes, gradually cold his eyes, looking at the black robe Yanxian who wanted to flee, he pursued without any hesitation.
It's like a sword of slaughter stained with divine blood, and no fairy can stop him.
After Di Qing followed him to the death of Jian Wushuang, the strength of the Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal was also revealed at this moment.
With a thought, but within a few breaths, he tied the black robe Yanxian, and then stabbed it with a sword.
"Uh!"
Heipao Yanxian, who had no time to dodge, was directly cut off by Jian Wushuang's right arm.
He was in pain, turned around and slammed out with a palm.
Jian Wushuang didn't dodge. After resisting the blow abruptly, he stabbed it again with a sword.
The black robe Yanxian exhaled in pain, and the sword intent contained in the invisible sword poured into his meridians and strangled almost instantly.
"Damn things, today you have one count, and none will survive!"
Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice, the invisible sword in his hand was shaken, and Wubi's sword intent finally pulled it into powder.
The next moment, a vain voice resounded in the shattered void.
"What an extremely arrogant younger generation, whether it is speech or acting style, he is full of hostility."
The heaven and the earth are silent, all Yanxian all looked at the place where the sound was made.
Di Qing's complexion was solemn, and he smelled a breath that belonged only to Dayan.
The dark red void was torn apart a crack, and then a middle-aged figure with his hands on his back came out from it.
The breath surging around him was purer and more unfathomable than Yanxian. As he walked around, even the broken Heavenly Dao began to slowly repair.
This middle-aged man, dressed in an elegant gown, has a clean face without being quite elegant.
After coming here, he looked at Jian Wushuang, and slowly shook his head, "I don't like the hostility that emanates from you very much, but in order not to delay my time, you just leave, I will let you make a living ."
Jian Wushuang raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth raised, "You, what are you?"
The rather elegant middle-aged man was startled, obviously he didn't expect that a little fairy would actually humiliate him.
When he reacted, the original elegant gown suddenly oscillated, and an unimaginable power beyond Yanxian covered the entire shattered void.
Under this coercion, all Yanxian felt bored, and the source of the fairy shrank, and even the energy flowing in the fairy body slowed to a certain extent.
"What an unobstructed junior boy, since you begged to die, I will promise you and send you to death!"