Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5013: Yijian Mieyuyao

The Hongmeng purple meaning is all shattered, turning into billions of tassels and disappearing from nothing.

And the Mo Qing Sword slashed its momentum, directly towards Yu Yao.

She was shocked by the unspeakable horror. She almost didn't even think about it, so she blocked the Hongmeng True Sword in front of her.

"Ding——!"

The crisp sound of the sword sound was fleeting, and the moment disappeared completely.

The Hongmeng purple meaning is completely shattered, and the Mo Qing sword is also missing, everything seems to have never appeared before.

But the next moment, the long hair between Yu Yao's left ear was all broken, and the Hongmeng True Sword that was lying in front of him also quietly broke into two pieces from the tip of the sword!

The prosperity of a sword has forced a quasi-emperor to this point!

Yuyao has been completely shocked. She can't believe it. Why does the guy who had been easily wiped out by herself before give her an unpredictable feeling?

The black cloud, who was running away for his life, naturally took this scene in his eyes, and saw that Yu Yao was almost crushed, he couldn't help but smile happily.

But when he turned his head, he was shocked to find that the road ahead was blocked by a dark blue barrier!

The layers of enchantment are extremely tough, like layers of dark blue feathers, which are extremely curious.

A wisp of cold sweat flowed from his temples, and he suddenly realized that the moment Jian Wushuang shot, he didn't intend to let them leave alive.

Break the sword with the sword. At this moment, Jian Wushuang, his eyes are completely replaced by the dark blue color, and the whole body exudes a majestic momentum.

He used Six Crow Emperors to stay in the mind, and finally one of the six emperors' luck.

The power of the surging emperor's aura of the Six Crow Emperors has all poured into the fairy body.

Thanks to the weird characteristics of the immortal immortal body, Jian Wushuang can almost perfectly absorb and fit any emperor's luck, and can exert all its power.

The previous Zhenwu Emperor's Qi Luck, as well as the current Liu Crow Emperor's Qi Luck, can be fully utilized in his body.

This is so terrifying that even Jian Wushuang can't explain it clearly. It is obvious that he is only a peak evolving immortal, but now he can fight the Emperor Zhun...

Recovering from the shock, Yu Yao looked at him with a complicated expression.

And Jian Wushuang didn't bother to talk nonsense with her at all, a guy who set up such a poisonous scheme to make all Yanxian who follow her die, even if he becomes a quasi emperor, there will only be one end.

Dead!

Holding the black ink long sword, at this moment, thousands of sword intent are all in one.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the second style.

The river.

The lofty Tianhe River flows out from the eternal extinguishment and nothingness, and hundreds of millions of sword intents condense with each other and become a super sword river.

Different from the previous ones, this time the sword river and the borderless sea are full of death, cold and desolate.

It's like flowing from eternity, never extinguished.

This sword, beyond the realm, is beyond words.

Yuyao finally knew why Heiyun begged for mercy so badly and fled.

Because this sword is too variable.

Too late to think, Yu Yao directly moved out of the Hongmeng Immortal Formation, and at the same time condensed a Dao-breaking Hongmeng Purple Spear in his hand!

Tit-for-tat, the inch has appeared!

The lofty Hei Tianhe swept over, and the entire Hongmeng Immortal Formation was instantly swallowed.

Yuyao, who was in the center of the fairy formation, only felt darkness in his eyes, and there was no other color.

An even more unbelievable scene appeared. The Hongmeng Immortal Formation, which was so strong that the black clouds could not be broken, actually broke into countless fine cracks at the moment of collision.

Broken only in an instant!

Hunhei Jianhe roared, completely torn the Hongmeng Immortal Array, and swallowed it towards Yu Yao.

Yuyao can no longer remain indifferent, holding the Dadao Hongmeng Purple Spear and stabs Jianhe with the tip of the spear.

In an instant, the crazy river of swords was divided into two halves from the middle.

Yu Yao, who is in the middle of Jianhe's tide head, is trembling slightly.

Jianhe seemed to be endless, devouring her spiritual thoughts little by little.

She struggled to support her, and the arm holding the spear trembled even more.

Just as Yuyao was about to retreat desperately, the endless sword river suddenly dissipated.

However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, at the end of Jianhe, Jian Wushuang held the Moqing long sword, quietly appearing like a ghost!

With a sword stab, Yu Yao subconsciously stood up and broke the Dao Hongmeng Purple Spear to resist.

The Dao Dao Hongmeng Purple Spear, which can even destroy the chaotic throne of the black cloud, seemed to have lost its charm and became vulnerable at this moment.

The tip of the sword easily shattered the tip of the spear, and the forward stab was cast off.

The whole broken Hongmeng Purple Spear exploded inch by inch, along with the one that exploded, and Yuyao's right arm that held the spear.

"Puff!"

A sound that couldn't be more nuanced, and then everything died.

She felt an unbearable pain in the fairy body, and then looked down.

A black ink long sword pierced from the right rib and penetrated the entire fairy body.

Divine blood gushes from the wound and spills into the void.

The imperial suit was broken, and her entire right arm disappeared.

Under this extraordinary sword, Yu Yao was defeated.

There was still an incredible look in her eyes, and the blood flowed out of her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.

Jian Wushuang backed away half a step, his eyes still cold.

"Why, why, how did you do it, you are obviously just a fairy..."

Yuyao said in pain, she felt the emperor's luck in the fairy body was quickly dissipating.

Jian Wushuang did not answer her, his eyes still scornful.

Immediately afterwards, a cry resounded as if coming from nine days.

"唳——"

After that, from behind Jian Wushuang, a huge totem made of black ink aura appeared.

The totem is huge and full of supreme pressure, and only one chasing bird is depicted in the entire totem.

The chasing bird is like a flowing cloud, with a dark blue color, with a hexagonal head, and wearing ten thousand feathers.

Along with the appearance of this huge totem, Jian Wushuang fairy body revealed a breath that had never appeared before.

Yuyao's eyes suddenly widened, staggering back.

She knew very clearly what that breath represented, and because of this, she was shocked.

That is, emperor luck!

An immortal Yan, will have the emperor's luck? !

For a long time, she said bitterly, "Why do you have emperor luck?"

Jian Wushuang did not answer, but said in a low voice, "Is it me, or are you self-explanatory?"

Yu Yao was startled, but she already knew what Jian Wushuang meant.

Relatively speechless, she already knew everything was powerless.

Just a sword broke her fairy body, Yu Yao couldn't think of how to resist.

"Absurd, it is so absurd. The emperor's luck I crave so much has finally given me such a result."

She wept, and the fairy body withered to the extreme at this moment.

"I regret it."

"I knew today, why was it in the past?" Rarely, Jian Wushuang said this to her.