Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4921: Confusing and confusing

The voice of Gong Ziyu resounded in the void battlefield, and all the Yanxians who were kneeling on the ground let out a sigh.

As long as the emperor can be verified, they will certainly follow.

All the immortals have seen that this true shadow of Emperor Wuyang was actually sealed for too long, so he didn't know the identity of Gong Ziyu.

Looking at the colorful divine blood sprinkled in the void, the true shadow of Zhen Wuyang will be suspicious, looking at Gong Ziyu solemnly.

The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and the cut he made on his wrist just a moment ago was a bit big, causing the blood to flow out not slowly, but in a blowout...

If this continues, I'm afraid it will become weak after a while.

"The emperor, you can find out after checking it." Gong Ziyu said nervously, stretching out his hand.

The true shadow of Zhen Wuyang didn't hesitate anymore, and with a wave of his palm, he fetched a drop of divine blood.

In the palm of a hand condensed from a certain unknown aura that is above the heavens, lies a drop of colorful divine blood.

Zhen Wu Yang Ning looked at his hands, the blood of the gods was like a swallow, leaping happily, and in a blink of an eye it directly entered the true shadow, moisturizing the true shadow.

Retracting his palm, Zhen Wuyang took a deep breath, his eyes softened when he looked at Gong Ziyu.

"You said, you are my third son?"

The son Yu was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Going back to the emperor, I am the third son under your seat, son Yu."

Zhen Wuyang heard this, his original soft eyes suddenly became sharp again, like two heavenly paths, the directly pressed young man Yu Chang couldn't kneel down.

"Then why do you want to kill your eldest brother?!"

The cold sweat broke out again in an instant, but he quickly handed over and made a bitter bitter hatred.

"The emperor, you don’t know that although the son Yan is the eldest brother, he has never done a thing that the eldest brother should do. He was brutal to our six brothers. Not long ago, he He actually did something against it."

"The fifth son, Mo, he sent Yanxian to kill!"

"Poor fifth brother, his head was cut off, Xianyuan was crushed!"

Young Master Yu stood up and said, eyes filled with tears, and then couldn't help crying.

And Zhen Wu Yang Zhenying who heard about this incident was so shocked that he couldn't help but clenched his palms under the Chinese clothes.

Then he murmured, "I have seven sons?! Zheng Er actually gave birth to seven sons for me?"

"..."

The corners of Gongzi Yu’s mouth twitched, and it seemed that he had brewed so many emotions that Zhen Wuyang didn’t even notice...

Soon, Zhen Wuyang's Zhen Ying returned to his mind and frowned. If, as he said, the fifth son was killed by Gong Zi Yan, then I am afraid that today's affairs will be extremely troublesome.

The true shadow left by this true Wuyang during the peak period cannot last for too long, and it has even slowly dissipated.

So soon, Zhen Wuyang looked at Jian Wushuang, who was kneeling in the void, covered in blood, and asked, "Yan'er, what he said is the truth, the fifth son under my seat is the immortal you sent To beheaded?"

Being severely injured by the Supreme Heavenly Dao in Cangyu Bell was so severe that Jian Wushuang was still unable to speak at this moment.

And the son Yu, who was on the opposite side, saw this scene and hurriedly said, "The emperor, you are mistaken, he is not the son Yan, the one behind you is the son Yan!"

Zhen Wuyang was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked behind him, only to see that besides Jian Wushuang, there was a handsome young man standing behind him.

Four eyes met, Zhen Wuyang frowned soon.

The little emperor bends slowly, "Yan'er, I have seen the emperor."

He didn't say much, and directly stretched out his palm and placed it on Xiao Dijun's forehead to probe.

Soon, Zhen Wuyang's eyes flashed with sadness and pain.

The special physique of the little emperor can't be concealed at all.

"Yan'er, your physique..."

Zhen Wuyang couldn't continue, turned around lonely, and looked at Jian Wushuang, who had recovered somewhat, "Then who are you my son again?"

"The emperor is wrong, he is not the emperor at all, but the official of the emperor!" Gong Ziyu hurriedly corrected.

When Zhen Wuyang heard the words, his brows condensed, and he immediately took out a divine blood from Jian Wushuang's body.

The mystery of the divine blood is changeable, showing a hazy color, making it difficult for Yanxian to observe its core.

In the palm of Zhen Wuyang, Jian Wushuang's blood is also pulsating, seeming to have some unknown familiarity and tentativeness, but it has not blended into the true shadow of Zhen Wuyang, but has been walking around. .

"Why, I have a very strong sense of familiarity..."

Looking at the profound blood in his hand that seemed to be protected by some aura, the true shadow of Zhen Wuyang couldn't help but set out to relieve the aura.

But soon he was surprised to find that he couldn't undo the restriction on this drop of blood!

Zhen Wuyang's eyes became serious in an instant. He looked at Jian Wushuang and asked again, "You really are not my emperor? Why do I feel a familiar feeling in you?"

Jian Wushuang is at a loss. It has only been a few decades since he came to Dayanhuan from the Divine Power Universe.

Before this, he and the entire Dasiyu, as well as the Heavenly Court of Zhen Wuyang, had not had any intersection.

Being able to feel the familiar feeling from him is nothing short of a fantasy.

Just when Jian Wushuang was about to deny, the little Emperor who hadn't spoken for a long time said, "The emperor, he is indeed not your emperor."

When Zhen Wuyang heard this, he stopped talking, but the confusion in his eyes deepened.

The aura exuding from Jian Wushuang's body feels too familiar to him, like a certain cognitive feeling that is constantly cutting.

The son Yu, who was standing on the opposite side, couldn't help secretly worrying as he watched the stagnant scene.

Then he gritted his teeth and arched his hands again and said, "The emperor, please be the master of the fifth brother, and deprive the son of the fairy bone!"

Void and silence, only this sentence resounded.

Depriving the bones of immortality, for the little emperor who is unable to practice and does not have immortal roots, is completely stripping away his last immortal road.

Once the fairy bone is peeled off, he will fall in a very short time, and he cannot be reversed at all.

Young Master Yu wanted to completely fall the Emperor.

After hearing this sentence, various complex emotions flowed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

Finally, he looked at Xiaodijun, "Yan'er, have you done anything like that?"

Little Emperor Junqing smiled coldly, his eyes calmed to the extreme, "The emperor, my son's personality has never changed since he was young. Whether you believe it or not, I don't bother to do this kind of thing."

"Even if I am incomplete and unable to practice, I still never put them in my eyes, and naturally I will not argue with them."