Chapter 4689? Former Emperor

The complexion of Spring and Autumn changed greatly, the supreme aura that penetrated the heavens and the earth absolutely surpassed that of the Black Mountain Yanxian!

On the contrary, Jian Wushuang was extremely calm, looking forward with his hands on his back.

"Jian, Brother Jian, I think we should leave quickly. I'm afraid this is not something we can deal with..." Chunqiu's voice trembled, and he already had the intention of retreating.

In his opinion, leaving is not necessarily dead, but staying must be violent on the spot.

Even if he believed in Jian Wushuang again, it would be hard to imagine how he could fight this supreme aura when he was imprisoned in the realm of Yanli.

As the terrifying force of the wind raged, the entire Red Sand Wasteland turned into that giant face!

Jian Wushuang and Chun Qiu stood on the tip of the giant face's nose.

The dark eyes of the two rounds are like an abyss, like an endless black sea, making people seem to fall into the abyss just by looking at them.

"Brother Jian, it will be too late if you don't leave." A strand of cold sweat poured out from the temples of Spring and Autumn.

Jian Wushuang heard the words, looked at him and said, "Do you still want to go back and become the prisoner of Wang Duan Galaxy again?"

Chun Qiu was shocked, and the dark past came to his mind again, and then his eyes gradually firmed, and he gritted his teeth, "Then give it a shot!"

The red sand wasteland is on the sunken and condensed huge face, in addition to standing Jian Wushuang, there is another figure like quicksand gathered together.

It was a figure wearing a splendid imperial robe. Although the imperial attire was damaged, it was still difficult to conceal its majestic appearance.

The long, dry hair was like dry grass, swaying from side to side in the wind. The man in the imperial robe was a tall, thin old man with bare feet, who looked like a powerful emperor.

But right now, the tall and thin old man's expression was particularly bad, "Is that the real Wuyang old man again? Who gave you the confidence to disturb this emperor?"

Chunqiu on the side gave Jian Wushuang science knowledge in a low voice and attentively, "The real Wuyang Laoer in his mouth is the emperor's father of the little emperor."

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, and then directly drew out the invisible sword, and the surging sword intent swept up.

Although he has been promoted to Yanxian, his realm is firmly suppressed by the chain of imprisonment, but fortunately his own swordsmanship has not been suppressed, so Jian Wushuang is confident and can fight against the realm of Yanxian!

And obviously,

This tall and thin old man who claimed to be an emperor, his body has been damaged, and now this is just his true soul.

If it really does fight, Jian Wushuang is confident that even if it is difficult to win, he will be able to retreat.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to completely clear this Wanmutian today." Jian Wushuang said in a condensed voice.

The tall and thin old man's eyes narrowed slightly, "The boy with no hair on his back, dare to speak madly? Destroying you and others is just a turn of the emperor's hands, as the so-called..."

Ignoring him, Jian Wushuang directly bowed slightly, and with a vertical sweep, he raised the invisible sword in his hand and slashed towards him.

Chunqiu also set off at the same time, and with a move with both hands, a puppet of his destiny transformed from an octagonal talisman, ran with him.

"Dare to insult this emperor, court death!" The tall and thin old man screamed in anger, nearly a hundred giant pillars of red sand surged up from behind him, like the meridians deep in the heart of the earth, swept towards Jian Wushuang.

The sky trembled, and cracks ripped apart the sky, extremely hideous.

The red sand giant pillar directly wrapped the two of them and began to nibble.

And the tall and thin old man rose high above the sky, sitting on a throne condensed by red sand, leisurely looking towards the front of the battle in the void.

Although Jian Wushuang's breath made the tall and thin old man palpitate, he was confident that in this red sand world, he was an inextinguishable existence. Even if the real Wuyang arrived, he would dare to fight for three points!

The giant pillars of red sand are intertwined with each other, forming a rounded trend. Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu are in it, and they can easily feel the rapid disappearance of the force in their bodies.

At the same time, the fluidity of this red sand is extremely high, and it can easily absorb and obliterate most of the attacks, which is extremely difficult.

Another sword intent smashed out, but it just smashed Chisha into a crack, and soon disappeared again.

Seeing that the siege is getting tighter and tighter, Jian Wushuang no longer hides his clumsiness, and stabs out a sword without fancy.

Unparalleled Kendo, the first style of Xinghe Lake Sea Sword Intent, Star.

The sword intent rises into the sky, and the unparalleled treasures appear behind him, transforming into the most arrogant sword, slashing forward!

Even with a hundred sword intent beams rushing into the sky, it exploded directly in the siege of the red sand.

The tall and thin old man sitting on the throne suddenly changed his face and looked down in shock.

The next moment, the most shocking sacrificial explosion burst out from below the entire sky.

The red sand, flowing clouds, and the sky are all shattered into a ball at this moment!

Jian Wushuang closed his sword and stood, looking directly at the sky.

"Good boy, you have successfully angered this emperor!" The tall and thin old man angrily smashed the throne under him, turning it into a thick golden light, and shot towards Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang snorted coldly, raised his left palm suddenly, and attacked without flinching.

Chunqiu was also at this time, resisting the paralysis of the meridians and releasing the majestic power!

"Boom!"

The collision of three majestic and extreme forces directly tore apart this small world.

Jian Wushuang took a half step back and quickly wiped away the dust permeating the sky with his palm. Only then did he see that there was no real shadow of the tall and thin old man on the foggy sky.

Chunqiu on the side spit out a big mouthful of smoke and dust, then looked around and said, "Where are the people, shouldn't they be photographed directly?"

"You actually ran away, chase!" Jian Wushuang frowned, and jumped straight ahead.

Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, then followed closely.

Away from this small world of red sand, under the dim sky, a slightly embarrassed figure fled in a hurry.

It was the tall and thin old man who was full of Fan and pointed at the sky and the earth.

"Damn it, the real Wuyang old man, this emperor has been dead for so many years, and he still doesn't intend to let it go. Just wait, I will go back to move the rescue soldiers and kill all your bastards first!"

Jian Wushuang ran at an extremely fast speed, and could span hundreds of millions of miles across almost every breath.

This is due to the fact that he entered Dayanhuan by mistake for the first time, and lay down for 500,000 years.

Wherever the heart desires, the mountains and rivers will come.

Moreover, the power consumption of this little magical power is almost negligible. In the current situation, it has become an important method for Jian Wushuang.

With the blessing of mountains, rivers and rivers, almost in a few moments, he approached the tall and thin old man who was still fleeing in embarrassment.

And Chunqiu, also in a breath, can't see Jian Wushuang's figure.

Aware of the sudden sound of breaking air behind him, the tall and thin old man looked back subconsciously. At this glance, his terrified spirit was a little scattered.

Jian Wushuang did not know when he had followed closely behind, and the sharp invisible long sword in his hand was almost about to slash.

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