Chapter 4709? Return for 6 Days

Jian Wushuang always seems to have the appearance of knowing everything in his chest and not in a hurry. In the eyes of the little emperor, it seems that no one around him is similar to him, and he is a maverick.

The invisible sword intent rose quietly and condensed around him.

a...

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Wan Dao!

Countless invisible long swords rose from the sky, turning into a terrifying light that covered the sky, hanging high above the heads of every black-robed top repairer.

A great terror between life and death surged in everyone's heart, even Yanxian felt a chill under this sword curtain.

Chen Qing, who was escorting the little emperor, looked back at this scene in shock, a deep fear flashed in his eyes, and then turned around.

Jian Wushuang's robes fluttered all over his body, like a lonely sword left in the world. No one could see what he was thinking. With every step he took, the sword curtain hanging above the sky, A rush forward.

An ancestral top-level cultivator with a daring exogenous, tentatively took a step, and there was a sword in the sky, and the sword fell!

"Pfft!" A voice so subtle that it couldn't be more subtle, resounding like an urging death, resounded in this heavenly city that was about to be shattered.

The ancestral top cultivator was smashed into powder, and even the source in the body was shattered together, and there was no possibility of resurrection!

With just one sword intent, he beheaded an ancestor. Looking at the extremely dense sword curtain on the sky, all ancestors took a step back subconsciously, and their expressions were all horrified.

For a time, even a few Yanxian didn't dare to act rashly.

Jian Wushuang glanced at all of them coldly, and his pace increased slightly.

Although this sky-filled sword curtain is mighty, he knows that if he really wants to make a move, these sword curtains can at most kill a hundred ancestor-level top cultivators. If the eight Yanxians work together, I am afraid the effect will be greatly reduced.

So Jian Wushuang was betting that they would not dare to go forward.

Once you get out of this heavenly city, it will be much easier to escape.

But after walking only a few miles, the Yanxian looked at each other, and a fierce rush poured out, no longer caring about the sword curtain in the sky,

They joined forces to attack!

Jian Wushuang was startled, and almost without thinking, he released the sword curtain.

However, this sword curtain was a shock to the top ancestral cultivators, but it was still a little weak for the joint efforts of Yanxian.

The first black-robed Yanxian waved his hand and threw out a force of energy, swaying all the approaching sword curtains, and went straight to Jian Wushuang to kill.

"Boy, no matter who you are, leave your life here today!" The eight Yanxian rushed forward together, and the Yanli in their hands changed a lot, and went straight to Jian Wushuang's pocket.

The majestic and terrifying power was transformed into a big net that covered the sky. After Jian Wushuang pushed Chunqiu far away from the battle circle, he snorted coldly, holding a long sword to face him.

In an instant, one hundred thousand swords, the leading black robe Yanxian just waved his palm to seal the seal, and suddenly felt a sharp sword intent breaking through the void and stabbing directly.

At a critical moment, he made the most correct choice, his body slanted suddenly, and most of his left body was instantly shattered.

The divine body was shattered, and the unbearable pain made him cry out in pain. A look of luck was still hanging in his eyes, but the sword glow that completely erupted in the next moment was torn to pieces.

All the top cultivators are crazy, no one cares whether Jian Wushuang's strength is or not, all of them are like a mountain torrent.

If the little emperor escapes, they have one calculation, and there is no possibility of survival if they return to their lives. Only by killing him completely can they survive!

Jian Wushuang's color changed, and at this moment, the boundless power all poured down towards him, and the entire vast heavenly city was completely turned into powder under this terrifying pressure.

Without any hesitation, he directly drew the sword up, and kneaded all the two styles of Xinghe of Wushuang Kendo into one style, forming an invincible sword!

Raised from the sky, the crazy momentum that was about to overwhelm the sky was rapidly rising, and then resolutely crashed into the general trend that was descended by more than 500 people and the seven immortals!

There are giant awns galloping and flickering, and the earth in the Jingchuan Tianyu is cracking open.

You must know that the strength of each side of the Heavenly Domain in this Great Evolution Universe is far stronger than any place in the Divine Power Universe!

Even there is no comparison between them, the place where the immortals can sit and practice is already the ultimate place in the world.

But Rao is such a heaven, and under the collision of the two, it began to collapse.

The little emperor, who was being surrounded by Chen Qing and the skinny Zipao, felt a blush on his pale face after feeling the power of destroying the world.

Then he suddenly broke free from Chen Qing and the two of them, took a false step, stepped directly on the waist of the eight-armed angry eyes, and galloped behind him with a single force.

"Little Emperor!" Chen Qing shouted in a hurry, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only watch the little Emperor's figure go away.

And the thin purple robe, called the big companion, did not hesitate at all, and returned almost at the moment when Little Emperor Jundong set off.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth, and then flew behind the fierce battle.

And Chunqiu, who was sitting on the shoulders of the eight-armed and angry eyes, was also a little dazed. For him, the little emperor went back to die, which was regarded as the hatred and resentment in his heart, but he also thought of the sword Wushuang who broke it by himself.

The eight-armed glares under him stopped, Chunqiu turned around and looked into the distance, that figure was like a moth to a flame.

The next moment, he also flew back without any hesitation!

‘Little Emperor? It would be more pleasant to die in my hands by myself. When I go, I will only save Brother Jian! ’

An absolute sword that transcended the meaning of kendo in the past, breaking through the supreme trend layer by layer, but was then replaced by a more profound theory of Yanli.

Jian Wushuang is holding on strongly, and the power in his body is madly passing away, and he is already beyond his reach!

Just when he was about to call out the Three Emperors recklessly, a pair of palms without the slightest blood came next to him, sticking to the majestic general situation.

Jian Wushuang was a little stunned. It was none other than the little emperor who could faint at any time.

"Didn't I let you go?" Under such pressure, Jian Wushuang still gritted his teeth and said solemnly.

The little emperor smiled slightly, and a ray of divine blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth again, "Returning for six days, you must be there..."

"Don't, don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend to the throne..."

"If you are dead, I'll lose a lot..." The power that he exerted with all his strength seemed to put a heavy load on his divine body, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

But this is the case, the little emperor seems to have something to say, "Remember, you can't go back for six days without you."

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