Chapter 4706? Tiancheng Death Battle

If the little emperor dies in this siege, then the promise between the two of them will be lost, and he will know everything and go to find everything hidden behind the fog.

All kinds of thoughts came to mind, Jian Wushuang did not make any statement.

At this moment, all the top cultivators in this heavenly city have already escaped, and in the vast city, there is only the sound of breathing.

Nearly a thousand figures came from all directions, cautious and murderous.

The ramifications linked to each other turned into the strongest cage, covering the entire Heavenly City in it.

The little emperor was extremely calm, standing in the same place, straightening the front of his luxurious clothes with both hands, then tightened the jade belt around his waist, and drew out a slender soft sword.

This is the first time Jian Wushuang has seen him make a move, and a unique and lonely aura is surging.

Immediately afterwards, the little emperor lifted the soft sword in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, cut off the long hair that grew to the waist at the back of his head.

All of them took half a step back without a trace, and their eyes with Sen Leng's deathly intent remained undiminished.

"Let you know the whereabouts of this seat, it is the seat's carelessness, but if you want the life of this seat, let's see if you have the qualifications."

The little emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long cut hair in his hands fell to the ground.

The silent death battle begins quietly!

With a single sword, the supreme power is like a frightening dragon rushing and smashing directly at the nearest black-robed man.

Those with a weaker realm were strangled on the spot by the sword intent transformed from Yanli.

Holding a slender soft sword, the little emperor entered the realm of no one, and at the same time as one sword was cut out, another palm bombarded out.

In just a few breaths, dozens of ancestors fell into his hands.

But when the nearly fifteen Yanxian surrounded him, the little emperor who had the upper hand immediately fell behind.

At most, he is only at the peak of Yanxian, how can he resist the killing moves of fifteen other Yanxians?

With one finger strike, it hit his waist and abdomen, the little emperor took a half step back, and a blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks at the same time.

The luxury clothes are torn,

A trace of divine blood spilled out.

At the same time, the fifteen immortals and the fifteen supreme powers combined into one, and shot at the little emperor.

Just at the moment of life and death, Jian Wushuang shot, a palm containing surging sword intent, directly over him, and attacked forward!

The extreme day flashed, and the layers of shock waves made the ancestors unable to act in the center of this martyrdom.

One enemy fifteen!

Jian Wushuang took a step back, completely offsetting the combined force of the fifteen Yanxian.

The little emperor opened his eyes wide and looked at him with some incomprehensible meaning.

"If you don't want to die, just do your best to get out of here." Jian Wushuang didn't look back, his voice was low.

When the little emperor heard the words, he smiled slightly, "Understood."

The fifteen Yanxian who were also repelled glanced at each other, then rushed forward again, using more violent force than before, to contain the three.

Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to fight a protracted battle. In order to cause wider damage in the first place, he directly released the Heavenly Gate of the Ancestral Technique.

The giant fingers that cover the sky broke through the cage barriers on the sky, like thousands of great suns descending.

All the black-robed people felt a strong sense of crisis and tried to avoid it.

However, when the Heavenly Gate of the Power Realm was completely released, hundreds of ancestors who tried to resist died on the spot and turned into powder!

Even the pavilions in Tiancheng are under this style, and a gap is forcibly erased.

As the Heavenly Gate of Quanjie dissipated, a more majestic and terrifying kendo poured out, turning into a long river of kendo!

Some ancestors died on the spot, and even a black-robed Yanxian was directly cut off half of his divine body by accident.

The little emperor is located by Jian Wushuang's side, and he can easily capture any ancestor who comes forward.

Three against thousands, it's impossible and crazy.

Although the ancestral level did not cause much damage to Jian Wushuang and Xiaodijun, but with them attracting damage, the fifteen immortals still caused great trouble to the two of them.

With a sword to trap and kill the first Yanxian who approached, Jian Wushuang directly released the vast sword intent to barely block them.

At the same time, more than ten purple robes rushed over from far to near.

"Little Emperor, the big companion is late." The thin and small purple robe directly waved away a group of ancestors, blocking the front of the little emperor.

"It's not too late, it's just right," the little emperor smiled, "and rush out with me!"

After the words were finished, the strong and vigorous power rose from the sky and swept the four fields!

Chunqiu struggled to support him, but he was at the ancestral level. If he hadn't been blessed by Jian Wushuang, he would have been strangled long ago.

Unwilling to do so, Chunqiu stretched out his hand and took out the eight-armed painted pottery that Jian Wushuang had given him earlier.

The eight-armed painted pottery rose against the storm in Chunqiu's hands, but in an instant, it grew into an eight-armed, angry-eyed Arhat.

"It's done!" Chun Qiu smiled excitedly, even Jian Wushuang did not dare to underestimate the terrifying strength of these eight-armed angry eyes.

The full form of the eight-armed glaring eyes is almost on the same level as the whirling ancestor of the whirling heaven.

For some reason, the whirling ancestor far surpassed the ordinary peak of Yanxian and reached a more profound and mysterious realm.

And these eight-armed glaring eyes have naturally surpassed the peak of Yanxian, and they have reached some unknown level.

Looking at this almost ugly figure, all the people in black robes stopped subconsciously for a moment.

That is, at this moment, a total of eight black-gold palms smashed towards the ground with an unstoppable momentum.

"Boom!"

Because You Yanxian couldn't dodge in time, the source was crushed and shattered on the spot, and the ancestors even disappeared, turning into nourishment and being absorbed by Eight Arms' angry eyes.

"Brother Jian, let's go!" Chunqiu turned his head and shouted, "If you don't leave, it will be too late!"

Jian Wushuang nodded, stretched out his hand to call out Tianmen Ji, and tried to escape.

The giant palm that covered the sky, which was transformed from the collection of thousands of divine soldiers, descended from the gate of heaven and fell to the ground coveringly.

The group of Yanxian, who already knew its power, immediately dispersed in tacit understanding, rushing in all directions, blocking the retreat of several people in time.

Huamang subsided, and there were still thousands of black robes who were like the deep sea, and the depression made people breathless.

One of the black-robed Yanxian took a step forward, pointed at the little emperor, and then said, "Leave him, any of you can leave this place, and I will never stop him."

Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with a little urgency in his eyes. For him, it was obviously great to be able to see with his own eyes that his nemesis was besieged and killed.

But before Jian Wushuang could speak, the thin purple robe took a step first, slowly pulling down the hood on his head, revealing an old face full of ravine scars, "If you want to take the life of the eldest son, you have to beat this old man. At this level, even your master can't help it, let alone you bastards?"

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