Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4920: Emperor Zhenying is here

A guy who can kill Dayan Immortal, even make all the immortals lower their eyebrows.

At this moment, being under siege and suffering, and irreversible decline, is nothing more pleasant than this kind of thing.

Young Master Yu didn't even bother to wait and see, the terrible Cangyu Bell couldn't even escape from Rank Nine Dayan Immortal, let alone a small Xiaoyan Immortal?

The immortal immortal body is collapsing, and the immortal body is disintegrating like stars, never returning.

At this moment, under the siege of the dark blue sky, Jian Wushuang's consciousness has been blurred.

The fairy body is inevitably declining, even if he is still immortal, I am afraid it will be silent for endless years.

Jian Wushuang wanted to contend against the Dao of the day, but found that everything was useless. It was a suppression that was completely beyond the realm, and it was unimaginable.

Even if he tried his best, he didn't have the slightest chance to destroy the Cangyu Bell.

"Did I just fall like this? But I am unwilling, unwilling!" Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes red.

The blood flowing on his body is quickly repairing the dilapidated fairy body, seeming to be contending with the way of heaven.

"Huh?" Gong Ziyu's gaze condensed, he saw that his figure turned out to be against the heavens!

"This, how is this possible?!" He was shocked, knowing that even the Nineth Rank Dayan Immortal could be convinced by this Cangyu Clock!

But soon, he relaxed again, and he felt a little palpitating.

Because Jian Wushuang only resisted for a moment, he was irresistibly declining.

When Gong Ziyu was feeling a little palpitating, it was unimaginable that a Yanxian could compete with Cangyu Bell.

Just when Gong Ziyu was about to learn about Jian Wushuang in advance, two shaky figures walked from a distant void.

The leader is Xiao Dijun, his luxury clothes are already in bad condition, and his exposed skin is full of wounds.

But at this moment, his eyes are full of the majesty of the emperor.

He glanced at Gong Ziyu, and then walked towards the rapidly shrinking Cangyu Bell.

Young Master Yu was overjoyed when he saw this. He never thought that Xiao Dijun would actually fall into the trap by himself, saving him the trouble of searching.

"Your Highness, do you want us?" You Yanxian asked.

Gong Ziyu waved his hand and looked arrogant, "I want to see what he is doing back with this waste, and I will take him down later."

All Yanxian promised, all looked at this scene with a smile.

The long and slender palm stained with the blood of God was attached to the outer wall of Cangyu Zhong. Looking at Jian Wushuang who was suffering in the clock, Xiao Dijun tapped on the outer wall with his fingers, "Wushuang, Wushuang."

Blood all over, Jian Wushuang, who was about to fall, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the figure outside Cangyu Zhong, he sighed secretly.

"Listen to me," Xiaodijun affixed to the outside of Cangyu Clock and said clearly, "Take out the golden jade ring I gave you earlier, and then open it."

Jian Wushuang could hear his voice, but at this time it would be difficult to move a finger, let alone take out the golden jade ring in his arms.

The little emperor outside Cangyu Zhong seemed to know his difficulties, and began to feel at a loss.

The son Yu, who was far away, heard something was wrong, and he hurriedly gave orders, "Hurry up, work together to catch the son Yan, don't let him talk!"

All Yanxian hurriedly set off to catch Xiaodijun.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang, who was about to die, tried to break the fairy body and stretched his palm into his arms with all his strength.

Even the ancient unknown heaven can't help but shake.

The golden jade ring was taken out, and a unique color appeared in Jian Wushuang's bones.

"Yeah!"

He screamed and pushed away the jade ring in the center of the golden jade ring.

In an instant, an even more remote and unknown aura of Heaven burst out of it, turning into billions of tassels.

The appearance of that kind of aura made Jian Wushuang loose, and the dark cyan Heavenly Dao bound around him was directly broken.

Immediately afterwards, a supreme true figure wearing a white shirt and looking like a star walked out of the golden jade ring.

All Wang Gu Tian Dao in Cangyu Bell was squatting on the ground at this moment and shuddering.

He seems to be an ordinary person without any power, but there is a certain kind of authority in his eyes.

All the immortals who saw this true shadow were shocked, almost unable to stand still, and hurriedly knelt down in the void, the immortal bodies shook together.

Including Jian Wushuang, they were all shocked. What he never expected was that in the golden jade ring that Xiaodijun gave him, there was a true shadow of Zhenwuyang Emperor!

Furthermore, this true shadow is actually the true shadow of Emperor Zhen Wuyang in his peak period, full of the meaning of looking at it vertically and horizontally!

The already silly son Yu never expected that a small Xiaoyanxian would actually hold a true shadow of his emperor in his hands.

This is simply incredible and unimaginable.

You know, he doesn't even have the true image of the emperor in his hands!

Along with the appearance of the true shadow of Emperor Zhen Wuyang during his peak and prosperous period, Cangyu Bell began to mourn, and it could not withstand the pressure of the Emperor!

Zhen Wuyang Zhenying in the middle age, at this moment, seemed to have a faint doubt in the eyes of Wan Yu. He looked at the barrier of Cangyu Zhong, and then casually brushed it.

This Cangyu Bell, which contains the Supreme Way of Heaven, is directly broken!

The residue was scattered in the void, and soon disappeared.

Then, Zhen Wuyang Zhenying looked at Jian Wushuang who was dying, and a bit of satisfaction and uncertainty flashed across his eyebrows.

Finally, he said, "Are you Yan'er?"

Jian Wushuang, who has no strength to speak, can't even shake his head, so he can only look at him firmly.

And that Zhen Wuyang Zhenying smiled, "Yes, my son Yan'er really has the posture of the emperor, even though he is so embarrassed, but it does not matter, there is a father, no one wants to hurt you!"

"..."

Jian Wushuang is completely speechless, but it's just a fate. The true shadow of Zhen Wuyang actually regards him as a son, don't they know each other?

Just as Jian Wushuang's divine thought was empty, Zhen Wuyang, who was full of anger, already looked at the Yanxians who were all kneeling in the void.

"A group of ants, dare to hurt me Yaner!"

The son Yu knelt directly into the void with a "plop", and said in shock, "The emperor, it's me, I'm Yu'er, it's your third son!"

"Huh? The third son?" Zhen Wuyang's true shadow was directly puzzled, "I only have Yan'er, why do I have a third son?"

Gong Ziyu knew that this was a terrible thing, and if he couldn't explain it clearly, he might have no chance to leave here.

So he acted decisively, cut his wrist directly, and spilled the blood in the meridian, "If the emperor doesn't believe it, check the blood of the child."