Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4883: Jian Wushuang body falls

Yanxian is Yanxian, and Dayanxian is Dayanxian.

The gap between the two is too vast. Even the quasi-dayan immortal who understands the immortal style, wants to fight the dayan immortal, it is almost impossible.

So Chang Duo couldn't believe it. The corner of his eyes throbbed, and his eyes were cold. "That's a pity, I will never let you leave today."

The corner of Jian Wushuang's mouth slowly conjured up a sneer, "I can threaten you the first time, the second time it is more than just a threat."

Chang Duoling also sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared in the next moment, turning into countless plumes of smoke and dust.

Standing on the spot, Jian Wushuang condensed an invisible sword in an instant, holding it in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the sword in his hand shattered directly, and his figure retreated a hundred feet!

The blood surged, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, restraining the blood that was about to gush out.

This understatement hit him severely.

Chang Duoling, who was promoted to Rank 3, is completely different from the previous one. Whether it is the control of Yanli or the use of the immortal style, he has risen to another level.

He already has the mentality of killing, and his shots are several times fierce.

He stretched out his hand, and a star halberd condensed from stars fell into his hand.

This is the real battle!

The endless void is torn apart, and all the fairy sighs.

Xiao Dijun has also woke up leisurely, unable to condense the source of immortality, but survived by this. Not only is his face not pale, but rather sickly blush.

Supported by the thin purple robe, he watched the battle intently.

This is a very unequal realm, but it is caught in a fierce battle.

Chang Duoling held a halberd with flowing stars, and with every attack, Jian Wushuang kept retreating.

"Originally, I regarded Jian Xiu as a joke. The number of sword Xiuyan immortals who died in my hands was no less than fifty. They were nothing more than mobs, but now you have changed my opinion."

"If you are alive, you will definitely be able to go to the Sword Fairy, or start a sect, or take control of a hundred heavens, it is all easy."

"But if you are alive, I cannot return to life, and I will never allow it."

Chang Duoling's voice is cold and his eyes are sharp, "So, you must die in my hands."

After he finished speaking these last words, the star halberd in his hand suddenly slashed down, as if carrying the endless stars and crushing it down.

The invisible long sword shattered at the sound, Jian Wushuang's chest was torn, and a long and narrow bloodstain appeared.

After that, Chang Duo caused the star halberd in his hand to suddenly deform, turning into a soft whip, and directly bound him.

"Goodbye." He smiled weirdly, his palms pointed like knives, carrying endless power, and directly cut off Jian Wushuang's right arm with one palm.

The blood of the gods spilled into the void.

"Not good." With a startled cry, Chun Qiu was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Di Qing.

Diqing looked at him and said, "Even Jian Wushuang can't handle it. Even if you are all on it, it's just a dead end."

Chunqiu naturally understands, but if you don't save Jian Wushuang, I'm afraid it will be destroyed.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have caught the last straw, and looked towards Diqingdao, "Here, only you can save Brother Jian."

As the realm of the Nineth Rank Great Yanxian, he is in the absolute realm. He has grown to the Nineth Rank since the ancient times. He has reached the highest level of growth, and naturally he can easily crush him. Chang Duoling, who was promoted to Rank 3.

All this must be established before he loses his life.

He has lost his two true lives, and the battle with Chang Fu has made him weak so far, but even so, he can still save Jian Wushuang from Chang Duoling's hands.

It's just that now he doesn't plan to save Jian Wushuang, he can feel that Jian Wushuang needs such a **** battle that is not equal.

"I will shoot when necessary, but not now." Diqing said, "I have a hunch that this will never be his limit."

"Yes..." Chun Qiu didn't say anything in the end, looking solemnly at the void.

At this moment, the void seems to have been soaked with blood, and Jian Wushuang has been tortured!

Every inch of his fairy body was crushed into powder by Chang Duoling mercilessly.

"Let me guess where your fairy source is, heart? Head?"

Chang Duoling sneered, and the immortal body where he passed his palm was like a powder.

Jian Wushuang could not move, so he could only dismantle the fairy body.

The kind of bone-cutting and heart-breaking pain made his temples sweat like syrup, but even so, he didn't say a word, and looked at Chang Duoling coldly.

Chang Duo makes him look at him and feels even more embarrassed. He dislikes this extremely calm gaze. He is already a dying person and is still so calm, which is simply against common sense.

This look seemed to be with disdain and contempt, which made him renew his murderous intent, and directly blasted out Jian Wushuang's belly with a punch!

"It is unfortunate that you met me. If there is reincarnation, remember to converge."

Chang Duoling said coldly, raising his arm, and the back cover came down.

Thousands of stars died at the same time, and the general momentum emanating directly shattered Jian Wushuang's entire fairy body.

The stream of light faded away, and finally escaped completely in the air.

Seeing this scene, Yanxiandu had heart palpitations, and such an unequal **** battle finally ended.

After that, Diqing appeared in front of Chang Duoling with an extremely pale complexion, he was still a step late.

"Damn chop, do you know the consequences?!"

Diqing was furious, and ten wings suddenly appeared behind him, revealing the unconcealed realm of strength.

Nine-turn Dayan Immortal!

The endless coercion, like 10,000 heavens falling down, made Chang Duo shocked by the chill from the bottom of his heart.

He knows very clearly what this level of coercion represents, that is a more terrifying existence than him.

At this moment, Di Qing was completely furious. Regardless of the damage to his life, he slapped Chang Duoling with a palm.

Although he was prepared for a long time ago, Chang Duoling was taken hundreds of feet away in the face of such a blow.

"Miscellaneous, prepare to die."

Diqing walked forward slowly, the power of his body seemed to be burning, and the ten wings behind him were rhythmic, exuding a powerful force.

In the golden cage on the hibiscus tree in Xianzhou, North Tianzhou, he slept for an unknown number of years. It seems that he has not yet emerged from the ancient battle.

Until the anxious face appeared in his eyes, the kid with a certain purpose seemed to have a path in front of him.

Entering the sand devil's cave, breaking into the old heaven, and going to the great sky, everything brings him different feelings.

Unconsciously, he is willing to do things he shouldn't care about.

Perhaps it has been silent for too long, the endless years are too long, and he has changed some attention.