Chapter 4598? Old Friend Boy? (Part 2)

An old man with a height of several feet and a very strong upper body naked appeared in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Jian Wushuang's pupils froze. He was very familiar with this tall white-haired figure holding two thunderballs in his left hand.

It was the old man whom he had seen in Shenshenzong and on the battlefields outside the territory. He was the right envoy of the False God, and his physical strength was at its peak. He was on par with the Patriarch Bai Yuan.

If it was Jian Wushuang before, he would have run away as far as he met him, but now, he has no fear at all.

Breathing out softly, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and pulled down the hood, revealing a face that the right envoy of the Void God was all too familiar with.

Sure enough, he fixed his eyes and asked, "It's you Wushuang, not Jian Wushuang?! Didn't you run away? How dare you come here alone?"

"I'm here to collect the debt." Jian Wushuang said coldly, "Blood debt!"

"Blood debt?" The Emissary of the Void God was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled fiercely, "Just because of you, a bastard who hides his head and shows his tail? I wanted to take your head and give it to Lord Void God as a chamber pot, but I never thought that you would come to die instead. , and save me the hard work of finding it."

Ignoring Void God's Right Envoy's insults, he stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the Tailuo Excalibur hanging from his waist.

Void God's right envoy's eyes lit up, "Very good, very good, I just happen to use this divine sword to cut off your head, without delay."

"Ten breaths." Jian Wushuang said coldly.

The False God's right envoy focused his eyes, and the monstrous virtual power instantly blocked all escape routes, and at the same time, he punched out his right fist, and the fist that could destroy the stars was aimed at Jian Wushuang's door.

In the star-cutting stance, a stronger sword light slammed into the fist head-on, easily neutralizing his attack.

False God stared at him, this person who was almost equal to an ant in his eyes, actually dispelled his offensive in an understatement?

Feeling restless, he directly threw the two huge lightning balls in his left hand at Jian Wushuang.

The thunderball swelled against the wind, and it was surrounded by a huge amount of lightning. Once it was hit by any one, even the Invincible Supreme would die on the spot.

Without dodging, Jian Wushuang just stood upright on the spot, only the Tailuo Divine Sword in his hand protruded forward.

The two thunderballs rushed over, but the moment they hit the tip of Tailuo Divine Sword, they stopped still.

Then Jian Wushuang raised his arm and stabbed,

How did the two thunderballs come from? Then they went back the same way, with even more momentum.

Void God fixed his eyes on the right, and subconsciously reached out to catch it, and immediately the blood mist exploded from his palm.

With a muffled grunt, he spread his palms, only to see two thunder balls shattered into dross between the bones.

Since the first battle of catastrophe, he has long forgotten what it feels like to be injured. Now not only the palm is broken, but even the two lightning balls that are regarded as his life are also damaged. violent.

"Jian Wushuang! I want you to die without a place to die!!"

The berserk emptiness centered on the right envoy of the False God instantly swept across the entire star field, shattering countless stars, and even the country below was instantly annihilated under his residual power.

"Incompetent rage."

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the Tailuo Divine Sword returned to its sheath, and he rushed directly to face the violent weakness like that.

The right envoy of the Void God, who was more than ten feet tall, punched him down, and at the same time opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of Void Flame, and the destructive breath easily tore apart the space.

The black robe surged, and Jian Wushuang thrust his palm forward without any fanfare, directly breaking through the thick black flames, and slashed on the black fist.

A fist the size of a water tank hit the palm without any suspense.

The imaginary minced meat did not appear, and the smug smile even hung on the face of False God Right Envoy.

That ghostly figure quietly appeared in front of him, and at the same time a scarlet gold divine pattern flashed past.

"Pfft..."

With a soft sound, a huge head naturally shifted.

Jian Wushuang held the white hair with one hand, and lifted the entire head of Void God's right ambassador in his hand.

"Boom..."

The headless body trembled slightly, and then fell heavily to the bottom of the bilge.

"My body, where's my body?" Void God right envoy shouted in horror, he wanted to escape but found that he only had such a head left.

Putting that huge head in front of him, Jian Wushuang said quietly, "Now, do you still want to use my head as a chamber pot?"

"No, I don't want to," the extreme terror of dying at any time completely frightened the mighty False God right envoy in front of him, "Jian Wushuang, Lord Wushuang, just let me go, I promise not to pursue what happened today , and I will definitely intercede for you in front of Lord Void God, and then the Divine Power Universe will leave you alone."

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and Jian Wushuang threw his head directly into the star field.

Before he could be delighted, a beam of divine light shot at him and directly wiped him out.

The right envoy of the False God, just disappeared!

Strolling towards the bottom of the cabin, he saw a very familiar figure in a huge cage.

The clothes in the white shirt were extremely filthy at the moment, and the playful bun before was scattered and covered most of the cheeks.

Jian Wushuang endured his heart that was about to explode, and cut off the mouth of the cage with one blow.

"Little boy." Jian Wushuang called softly, squatting down.

After calling several times in a row, the frightened and numb little figure raised his head timidly, and looked at Jian Wushuang with a pair of deer-like eyes.

In an instant, tears poured down, and a mournful cry resounded from Xiaodaotong's mouth, "It's you, stinky chess basket..."

The sobs resounded, and Chuzhi threw herself into Jian Wushuang's arms and wept bitterly.

Sorrow welled up in his heart, the miserable situation of this worry-free little Taoist who seemed to gather the spiritual power of heaven and earth as one, made him think of the ancestor Fengtian who used his body to break through the sky and save the flame of the universe.

With red eyes, Jian Wushuang murmured, "I'm late, I'm late."

"Smelly chess basket, where is my master, tell me about my master, I want my master to avenge me, kill these villains who bullied me—"

The young child in his arms vented all the fear and pain in his heart to his heart's content.

Since she was a child, she stayed by Fengtian Patriarch's side to serve, and she was not polluted by the filth of everything in the world. Jian Wushuang was the only person she had ever spoken to besides Fengtian Patriarch, so she naturally regarded him as the closest person.

"Stinky chess basket," Chuzhi stood up, looked at Jian Wushuang with red eyes, and sobbed intermittently, "Tell me, where is my master? I miss him very much. Does he want Chuzhi?"

"If he finds Chuzhi annoying, then Chuzhi won't contradict him. Chuzhi is scared and doesn't want to leave him any more."

The pain in his heart made Jian Wushuang unable to tell her the truth of the matter anyway.

He could only say sadly, "Don't worry, Chizhi, with me here, from now on, no one will bully you."

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