Chapter 4702? 8-Armed Anger

Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated, raised his palm directly, and the great power came out.

The terrifying power that even Yanxian was enough to annihilate turned into an incomparable beam of light, soaring upward, and slammed into the black and gold giant palm that descended.

However, an unbelievable scene appeared.

The two collided, and the thousands of tassels produced by the explosion scattered, but the giant black and gold palm only trembled, not only was not damaged at all, but it became more and more solid.

"Retreat!" Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and his body quickly retreated. Chun Qiu and others also set off instantly, trying their best to escape the range of the black gold palm.

There were five people who were slightly weaker, who were hit on the spot, and all their majestic energy was absorbed.

The earth was smashed and sunk thousands of feet, tearing out an abyss.

The bald-headed Arhat standing on the lotus pedestal grinned savagely, and as he walked around, the eight-armed, angry-eyed Arhat behind him also came out of the clouds, looming in the cramped clouds, unspeakably strange.

Two heads, one black and one white, then dropped four beams of light from their eye sockets.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand to cast a barrier, covering everyone in it, and then he held the invisible sword, swept up, stepped on the beam of light, and went straight to the lotus platform in the sky.

The bald-headed Arhat's eyes narrowed, and he waved his palms down to the layers of gossip, and the eight-armed glaring eyes behind him also opened their huge mouths, sucking all the escaping energy.

Rao Shi Jian Wushuang felt that the power that escaped all over his body was swallowed up.

"Smell-mouthed junior, please accept your head." The bald Arhat smiled strangely, and Jiangxi blasted countless gossips while his arms danced wildly.

Jian Wu stepped on the beam of light with both feet and guided the invisible sword with one hand, stabbing straight ahead.

Another great sword!

One hundred thousand swords are unified, and there is no flashy overflow, but people dare not look directly at them.

The sky was torn apart by this blow.

Juejian, as if entering a realm of no one, broke through the layers of gossip in an instant, and then stabbed the bald Arhat unabated.

Because everything was so fast, the bald Arhat didn't even react, and the sword struck him on the left side of the face.

God's blood spurted out,

A complete left ear fell on the lotus pedestal.

This is a total blatant insult!

The bald Arhat recovered from his disbelief, and the repeated humiliation drove him crazy.

Regardless of the wound on his head, he took another step forward, raising his arms with angry eyes behind him, and smashing at Jian Wushuang!

A total of eight boundless powers that cover the sky and the sun cover the entire swirling sky.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are solemn. Judging from these several confrontations, this bald Arhat, who claims to be the ancestor of the whirling ancestor, is still at the peak of Yanxian, but the Yanli he shows has faint signs of breakthrough, especially the one behind him. The eight-armed glaring eyes made him go beyond it in one fell swoop, reaching a certain unknown state faintly.

The terrifying power shook the sky and fell, and Chunqiu and others had already opened the barrier of power generation, in order to deal with this catastrophe.

As for Jian Wushuang, he wanted to open the Boyang bottle and let the three emperors participate in the battle, but there were still more than 20 little emperors who accompanied him.

After quickly dispelling this thought, Jian Wushuang's mind moved, and the heavenly gate of a style arose.

The giant palms that covered the sky, which were condensed from the essence of thousands of divine soldiers, surged like the great sun, hitting the eight black and gold giant palms.

Layers of sacrificial explosion ripples swept up from the center point, instantly dislodging the clouds and mist shrouded in the entire whirling sky, and at the same time, the surface of the huge sea also stirred up huge waves.

In this unimaginable martyrdom, even Yanxian was unable to retreat, even Chunqiu and the others, who were far away from this battle circle, felt a strong heart palpitation.

Jian Wushuang took half a step back, and Tianmen Jiyi finally dissipated, but although the eight black and gold giant palms were dimmed to the extreme, they still existed.

At the critical moment, an ethereal but incomparably tenacious extension force turned into layers of barrier, blocking Jian Wushuang's head, making it difficult for the eight giant black and gold palms to advance.

At the same time, a thin purple robe appeared behind him at some point, and hummed two words, "Go."

Jian Wushuang understood in his heart, and immediately swept away, turning into the sharpest arrow and shooting at the bald Arhat.

Thousands of strands of Huamang condensed in Jian Wushuang's palm, and almost as soon as the bald Arhat came to his senses, he surrounded him.

A look of panic flashed across the bald Arhat's face, he hurriedly waved his hands, abandoned the lotus platform, and sat in the palms of the eight-armed angry eyes behind him.

Jian Wushuang urged him to come, smashed the lotus pedestal with one foot, and looked at the bald Arhat as calm as water.

The ears that were cut off by a sword have grown back, but he was still resentful in his heart after being humiliated many times.

Even though the bald Arhat now understands that he has hit a hard stubble, driven by his thoughts, he can no longer turn back!

As long as it can be completely swallowed, it will definitely be able to take that step!

Thinking of this, the bald-headed Arhat's eyes flickered, and he looked at Jian Wushuang with a sneer and said, "Smell-mouthed junior, if you are willing to kneel down and kowtow three times for this seat today, this seat will disregard the past and let you all leave safely. How is it, swirling heaven?"

Jian Wushuang was so calm that he smiled coldly, "Just because of your inexperienced practice, is it worth letting me kneel? If you kowtow to me three hundred times, I can consider leaving you with a whole corpse. "

"Arrogant, I will sit here today and see what you can do to me." The bald Arhat got up and stood in the palm of the eight-armed angry eyes, shouting loudly.

Undoubtedly there was him, Jian Wushuang swept away with his sword, and the vast sword intent slashed forward, but he did not dodge or evade, and took it up with his body.

Sword Intent swept across, directly breaking one of the bald Arhat's arms.

Then he folded his arms and let out a pained cry, and his figure subconsciously retreated, obviously trying to escape!

Jian Wushuang didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he grabbed it in the air, and prepared to kill him directly.

With the thin purple robe, Zheng Ying and the others glaring at those eight arms, Jian Wushuang could go all out to hunt down the bald Arhat.

With his arm chopped off, he seemed to be scared out of his wits. He rushed forward in a hurry, and the speed was a little slow.

In just a few breaths, Jian Wushuang had already come behind him, raising his sword and slashing straight down.

Suddenly, an arm grew out of the bald Arhat's back and grabbed the sword.

"Hey hey hey..."

A strange voice sounded, and on the back of the bald Arhat's head, which had only a few locks of hair left, another ugly face was born, and his lips as large as a cake slapped towards Jian Wushuang involuntarily.

Jian Wushuang felt a chill in his heart, and immediately raised his sword and stabbed into the mouth of this strange face.

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