Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5072: Twenty Quasi Dayan Immortals

Jian Wushuang raised his brows slightly, this kind of breath was strange and familiar.

He realized that he couldn't avoid it.

Along with the trembling of the void, the originally dead nothingness has changed color.

I don't know where it came from, misty clouds rose up, covering everything.

"Come back?" Nan Xuan solemnly said.

The clouds are misty, the atmosphere is here!

"Is it true that I have been slaughtered by you!"

A voice containing supreme prestige resounded through the void like Hong Zhong Dalu.

However, a figure that Jian Wushuang is most familiar with quietly appeared.

"Young Master Correct?"

"Jian Wushuang!"

I haven't seen him in nearly 20,000 years, and the temperament of Gongzijiao has changed drastically.

Now he is exposed, the invisible but qualitative supreme majesty oppresses the universe, and he is set off by a black gold armor like a great emperor walking out of a sea of ​​blood.

A golden mang burst out from his true eyes, and the photo was taken to the extreme.

Furthermore, behind Gongzi Jiao, twenty black robe figures were listed, like Yuanzhu Yuezhi, terrifying to the extreme.

Death silence, pervasive.

Four eyes are facing each other, the sword has no double-faced color and is calm, while Gong Zijiao's face is sullen, and veins have appeared in the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He said angrily, "Jian Wushuang, you have insulted me so much, do you really think you can't help it?!"

The huge sound is bursting, trembling the void.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Wushuang said, "I have no intention of being an enemy of you. This time I am only looking for a friend in Damitian, but the journey is not smooth, and some immortals who impeded the block were cleared."

"Then do you know that all the people who are purging are from my seat?"

The son took a step forward, and the Supreme Prestige directly came down.

Nan Xuan's face changed slightly, and the power in the fairy body began to boil.

Only Jian Wushuang is still indifferent and completely regards his dignity and luck as nothing. "As I said just now, I just shot out some hindering immortals, not because they are great immortals. Just shot it."

The prince frowned slightly stretched, "Even if you didn't mean it, but slaughtered so many immortals under my seat, I will never give up!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes drenched, and the Xuanhe **** pattern quietly surged all over his body, a kind of plain but not negligible pressure, from bottom to top, directly offsetting the prestige of Gongzi Jiao, and showing a tendency of resistance. .

Faced with this sudden, more majestic coercion, the son retreated half a step back, his face uncertain.

There was a shock that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, which lasted tens of thousands of years, and the feeling Jian Wushuang gave him surpassed the previous one.

But soon, he regained his composure again, his eyes sinking like a waterway, "Jian Wushuang, we have old accounts and new accounts, we will count them together today!"

The son had finished the conversation, and suddenly pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, bursting out with the tip of the sword pointing straight forward.

The next moment, all the twenty black robe figures behind his back moved, and the surging power rose to the sky.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang looked at Nan Xuan Dao, "If you go now, you still have time."

"My little friend, don't be kidding, I will never leave you here," Nan Xuan frowned. "It's too dangerous here. Let's go together."

He said calmly, "I won't go, he won't let me go."

Nan Xuan wondered, "Just rely on him, a guy who is not Dayan Immortal?"

Jian Wushuang wanted to tell Nan Xuan that this guy who was not Dayan Immortal, was the second emperor son Gongzi under the seat of the emperor of the Great Siyu, and his background was much deeper than it showed.

But in the end, he did not speak, but took a step forward and stopped Nan Xuan behind him.

"Jian Wushuang, do you think that you can resist the whole world?" The son said in a trembling voice, and the twenty black robe figures behind him also moved forward.

The surging power is almost as solid as the essence, and the unique aura comes down.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan's eyes condensed.

Twenty black robes are twenty evangelists, but these evangelists are no longer ordinary evangelists, but they control the immortal evangelists.

Once you control the immortal style, it means you have found your own way, the upward way.

Quasi Dayan Immortal!

Twenty quasi-dayan immortals!

"It's not that I want to resist the whole world, but the whole world will stop me!!"

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows are like a sword, so proud.

The long sword pointed, the son corrected, "Cut!"

"Rumble—"

The clouds filled with smoke, and the power exploded. Under the influence of twenty quasi-dayan immortals, the void began to shatter.

They have all mastered their own fairy style, which is totally different from ordinary fairy cultivating.

So, even Jian Wushuang is solemn.

The invisible sword wrapped in the bright red gold **** pattern quietly condenses.

Faced with twenty quasi-dayan immortals, he directly released Wushuang Kendo.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the first style.

Star.

Under this sword, the void shattered directly, and thousands of stars rose up like a giant dragon, devouring everything visible.

And Nan Xuan, who wears a long sword at his waist, also leads the sword without any hesitation at this moment.

The bright sun is condensed behind him, and the nine red golden sun shines straight up with the sword.

At this moment, the void is obscured by the meaning of pure gold.

Twenty quasi-dayan immortals were swallowed and wrapped like moths fighting the fire.

The giant sound erupted, enough to shatter the shock waves of the heavenly planes, and finally erupted in the southwest of the great sky.

The scope of this spread is so wide that the son can't sit back and watch.

He hurriedly waved his hand and lowered his endless prestige to suppress the unrest.

As the lord of the entire Damitian, Damitian is connected with the luck of Gongzi Jiao, so he can suppress the unrest at a very fast speed.

At the same time, the horror in his eyes continued to increase.

When did Jian Wushuang grow up to such a point that he could beat the twenty quasi-dayan immortals on his own?

You know, that is a total of twenty quasi-dayan immortals, enough to destroy any super universe!

But right now, you don't even know whether you are alive or dead? !

The resentment towards Jian Wushuang made Gong Zi Jiao unable to bear it anymore. He directly lifted the sword to shatter the void and cut towards Jian Wushuang.

The void was torn apart, and the young man wearing the ink-gold armor pierced the golden light, and the long sword in his hand broke everything.

However, his long sword did not fall on Jian Wushuang's body, but was blocked by a slender and clear sword.

"Hey, I said, let us leave, lest your universe is destroyed." Nan Xuan said in a loud voice, holding swords in both hands, blocking the young man from being rectified.

"Get out of here!" The son Jiao almost went mad, slashing with his sword.

The sparks overflowed, but they were all blocked by Nan Xuan.

"Ignorance!" He snorted coldly, shaking the Zhanqing sword in his hand, causing the son to retreat back a hundred feet.

The qi and blood were surging, and the son was irritated and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn't understand why Dayan Immortal always appeared beside Jian Wushuang?