Chapter 4700?

A fine ghost-like Yanxian took a step forward and said arrogantly, "Get off the boat for me! After entering my whimpering heaven, everything will be under our control. If we know each other, we can give you a way to survive. Otherwise, they will all die without a burial!"

No one would believe the words of these outlaws. Jian Wushuang was sure that even if they handed over the spar of these ships, the outlaws would never let them go.

Everyone was sarcastic, and Chunqiu even drew out the long knife from his waist.

It is inexplicably reassuring to have an existence that can destroy the Supreme Spirit by himself.

"Go away." A simple and concise word resounded throughout the world from Jian Wushuang's mouth.

All the bandits were startled, then looked at each other and laughed.

There are ten immortals in total, and nearly a hundred quasi immortals. They are extremely terrifying existences on any side of the world.

And there are at most five Yanxian in these ships, and they dare to make nonsense, how can this not make them laugh in amazement.

The fine ghost smiled grimly, and when he aimed at Jian Wushuang, he blasted a huge fire wave.

However, in the next moment, before Jian Wushuang could make a move, the plain-shirted woman named Zheng Ying next to him made a direct move, and a more vigorous force surged into the sky, instantly defeating the fire wave.

After that, Yan Li cast off his power and went straight to the fine ghost face door.

"boom!"

After the fine ghost flew several hundred feet upside down, he barely stopped his figure, his face seemed to be full of dye shops, and divine blood flowed from the seven orifices.

Jian Wushuang glanced at the extremely cold plain-shirted woman beside him, and after a slight smile, jumped to the bow.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the broken Tailuo Divine Sword from his waist. Thousands of sword intents came together.

"Okay, since you don't want to get off the boat, then you can all stay in this whirling heaven." The sturdy man in the lead smiled savagely, and there was a great magical power surging in his palm.

A six-line gossip diagram that is very inconsistent with his body shape sprang up from his feet, and there was a terrifying force in it.

With both fists out, a total of one hundred gossip shapes are like a dense net, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Jian Wushuang, who was still in a relaxed state of mind, saw this gossip shape.

Can not help but be surprised.

These guys can never be some wild foxes with similar smells, and most likely they are some kind of established hidden sects who can teach such moves.

The Tailuo Divine Sword was broken, but the entire Tailuo Sword Canon was in Jian Wushuang's heart, and there were stars and bright lights condensed on the broken blade of the Tailuo Divine Sword, acting as a blade.

With a single sword, the original star-slashing supernatural power is not the same now, and it has turned into the sword intent of revealing the sky, completely dispelling the dense net-like gossip graphics.

Then, Jian Wushuang stepped on the bow of the boat, stepped into the void, and stabbed out with a sharp sword.

A violent sonic boom resounded, and ripples appeared in the entire sea.

The burly man who stepped on the gossip-shaped foot condensed his eyes, and his left hand continued to choke.

The unfavorable sword only pierced through a dozen layers of Tai Chi and then dissipated.

The burly man smiled proudly, and slammed into Jian Wushuang again when he moved his body.

As the two of them fought in the void, the remaining 100 bandits sneered and rushed towards the giant ship.

In their eyes, it has long been regarded as a lamb to be slaughtered, and they rushed forward.

"Buzz!"

A pure awn column rose up, and the breath of Yanxian's absolute peak rushed out like a big river.

The thin purple robe suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a force that was as soft as a breeze but could not be resisted rose up, directly causing the dozen or so bandits who came first to retreat.

At the same time, Zheng Ying also moved, the cloak fell to the ground, and her whole figure was like a misty cloud standing on the outermost side of the giant ship.

Chun Qiu opened his mouth, swallowed the words he stopped, and immediately jumped over to be side by side with Zheng Ying, waiting for him.

The other thirty or so purple robes also jumped into the air and began to fight hard.

Jian Wushuang's eyes became more and more stern with one sword cut off the gossip treasures that came from all directions. Today, none of these robbers must survive, otherwise, if one escapes, they will most likely suffer a counterattack.

Another sword pushed the burly man back thousands of feet, Jian Wushuang was completely murderous, and his left hand was far away in the air.

Immediately, the sturdy man only felt that the whole body was broken and shattered, and a supreme power bound him tightly, and he ran towards Jian Wushuang uncontrollably.

A great terror between life and death surged into his heart, and he dared not hesitate any more, his hands clasped one after another, and thousands of layers of gossip treasures appeared all over his body, thus severing the invisible bondage.

However, Jian Wushuang had long anticipated that the innate magical powers of the original universe had been released earlier, directly weakening him unknowingly.

The strong man was terrified, but it was impossible to escape.

Jian Wushuang raised his sword and slashed straight forward, without any mistakes falling on his head.

A miserable howl sounded, but the imaginary origin was broken, and the scene of the annihilation of the divine body did not appear.

The Tailuo Divine Sword actually deviates by an inch, cutting off his ear.

The burly man finally broke free, clutching his blood-gushing head and exclaiming, "How dare you hurt me? Do you know that hurting me is the enemy of the whole swirling sky!"

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, raised his arms and brushed away the divine blood on the Tailuo sword, "Not to mention your whole swirling sky, even if there are ten more to stand in front of me, I will definitely slaughter it!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll let you all be buried in this whirling sky!" The strong man hated the sky, but the next moment he was like a shooting star, escaping hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.

When the other bandits saw this, they ignored it and fled directly.

Jian Wushuang used his magical powers, and only stopped after killing nearly twenty ancestors.

Even so, more than 30 bandits escaped.

Zheng Ying walked forward, obviously planning to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and pulled her out, then shook his head and said, "Don't chase after the poor bandits, it will be very troublesome if you are attacked in this sea."

Zheng Ying's face flashed an unnatural look, and lightly shook off Jian Wushuang's palm and returned to the boat.

Jian Wushuang did not expect to let go of so many gangsters. If it is true as he guessed, and behind these gangsters is the so-called hidden sect in the so-called whirling sky, then in the next voyage, there are extremely may fight back.

"Brother Jian, who are we next?" Chunqiu asked.

Glancing at the dozen or so people left on the deck, Jian Wushuang said solemnly, "Go ahead at full speed and don't stop in the middle."

The giant ship broke through the water, and every moment was counted in millions of miles. With such a speed, Jian Wushuang still felt a strong aura emerging from the end of the world when he was about to leave the whirling sky.

Undercurrents are surging, and everyone's heart is sinking. They did not expect that this kind of revenge would come so quickly.

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