Chapter 4708? Array Blockade

It was pointed out again that a Yanxian used the same method to destroy the source of the divine body.

Of the twelve immortals, there are only ten left at the moment, and at the same time, there are more than eight hundred top ancestral cultivators left.

Seeing him kill a Yanxian so easily, Rao Shijian Wushuang was secretly shocked, knowing that even he himself could never do it so easily.

Standing in his own domain, the little emperor is like an unquestionable ruler, taking away dozens of black-robed ancestors with every wave of his hand.

The thin purple robe, Chen Qing and others also reacted and started to fight back.

After Jian Wushuang glanced back, he continued to break through the siege.

Frightened by being killed, there are only eight of the more than ten Yanxian left at the moment!

In the end, a black-robed Yanxian reacted, took something out of his arms with difficulty, and nailed it to the ground.

It was a palm-sized flag, and with the fall of the first flag, all the black-robed top cultivators took out the same flag from their arms and threw them out.

There were nearly a hundred flags shrouded in strange energy, and as soon as they fell into the air, they were directly linked to each other, forming a large formation, which was directly suppressed.

The skinny purple robe's complexion changed dramatically. He wanted to reach out and grab the flag, but he was a step too late.

The flag is like an eye, and once it hits the ground, the vast ban will break the realm of the little emperor in an instant, like a big bell, and it is firmly bound in it.

Seemingly suffering from a backlash, the little emperor suddenly oozes out a ray of red blood, and the terrifying power of his body wilts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Chen Qing's face was horrified, and he raised the long sword with immortal energy in his hand and stabbed at the array.

However, the invincible sword edge has lost its previous role this time, and even the magic circle has not been shaken in the slightest.

"Young Master!" The skinny Zipao rushed forward, and immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood because of the rush of fire.

The black-robed Yanxians, who gradually wrapped a few people in them, stopped after seeing this scene, and looked at them with a playful expression.

This formation is specially tailored for the little emperor. Once he is trapped, and even without anyone else's hands, the divine body will automatically be dissolved by Nirvana, and there is no possibility of surviving.

He and Chen Qing alone could not break through this great formation like a prison.

The thin purple robe's eyes were reddish, and he was completely mad and desperate to urge the power to destroy this formation.

As for the little emperor, he seemed to have anticipated his own fate. Instead, he sat on the spot calmly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. He looked at the thin purple robe and said with a low smile, "My friend, just leave, the farther the better. If Jian Wushuang is willing to take you, just follow him."

The thin little purple robe shook his head, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned to look at Jian Wushuang not far away, and then knelt down on one knee, "Please save the little emperor."

All Yanxian's expressions changed slightly after hearing this, and after they glanced at Jian Wushuang, in order to prevent the change from happening later, they started again!

The figure flew into the formation, and nearly ten terrifying forces were intertwined, striving to take down the life of the little emperor with one blow.

With a sigh in his heart, Jian Wushuang finally took a step forward, and the unparalleled power surged out, instantly sweeping the earth around him.

A kind of black-robed ancestor who wanted to step forward to stop them, was surprised to find that it was difficult for them to enter!

Chun Qiu followed behind him, using his eight arms to block some attacks.

A magnificent river constructed entirely of sword intent, like a rewinding Tianhe River, all swept forward with Jian Wushuang's finger!

Chen Qing's eyes widened to the fullest. He also entered the Dao with a sword. How could he not understand the terribleness of this swordsmanship, which is like a vast ocean!

Even if he practiced swordsmanship to a point that even Yanxian couldn't reach, but after seeing this magnificent sword intent, he knew directly and clearly that there was no way to stop it.

Who is this mysterious young man like a ranger, Fang Juqing? !

Everything seemed to have condensed, and the eight Yanxians were still in mid-air, only the swordsmanship galloped forward.

The banning formation composed of hundreds of flags only existed for a moment under the impact of this magnificent sword intent, and then shattered instantly.

And the terrifying power of the eight in one, which should have been smashed to the little emperor, was also destroyed in the long river.

There are those who are closer, and the divine body is cut off by the endless kendo on the spot!

"Whoever takes a step forward will die." Jian Wushuang said indifferently, but his eyes never looked at those Yanxians from beginning to end, as if they were like air.

The magic circle was broken, and the little emperor who was sitting on the ground looked at Jian Wushuang, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The thin purple robe, Chen Qing and others immediately protected him by his side.

Jian Wushuang looked at him indifferently, then tilted his head slightly, "Go."

The eight Yanxian surrounded him at the right time, and one of the eldest Yanxian in black robe took a step forward and gritted his teeth, "Your Excellency is not the one under his seat, do you know that if you let him go, you will be my enemy?"

Jian Wushuang glanced at him and said in a low voice, "If you have one, I will let you all survive. If you insist on blocking, you can stay here."

As soon as these words came out, all the black-robed top cultivators were stunned, and then all looked at Jian Wushuang strangely.

This young man dressed as a ranger, who can't see any identity or realm, although the control of Yanli is extremely terrifying, it is not impossible to deal with. In the face of this still has nearly a thousand black robe top repairers, not only does he not Cowardly, but instead ranting?

Is this because he really has the ability or his trump card, or is he brave and exogenous?

A group of Yanxian reacted first, and grinned for the first elder, "It's not us who want to stay, it's you!"

After the words were finished, a majestic light beam poured out, and went straight to the sword's double-sided door.

Without even looking at him directly, Jian Wushuang slammed his palm to his side, and a force with awe-inspiring killing intent slammed into the past.

The smirk that held the victory was even hanging on his face, and the next moment, the old man Yanxian flew upside down.

A blow that was enough to make the whirling ancestors who surpassed Yanxian vigilant, and bombarded the elderly who were only in the realm of Yanxian, enough for him to drink a pot.

Jian Wushuang, who has been completely released, has lost the burden in his heart, and walked in the encirclement indifferently as if he had entered a realm of no one.

If he really can't deal with it, the big deal is to directly call out the true shadow of the three emperors and completely clear this place.

If the little emperor investigates later, he may not go further.

"Don't linger, you all leave first, and I'll be responsible for the break." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.

The thin purple robe solemnly thanked him, and then led the way with Chen Qing and others!

Xiaodijun glanced back at Jian Wushuang, pretending to be relaxed, "Thank you, I owe you one."

"Save your life first." He still had no extra expression.

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