Chapter 4720? Jinghong

There was a Yanxian who couldn't step back, and was squeezed into powder by the Tianmen of the Quanjie on the spot, and the source of the immortal was broken.

The battle field was vacant immediately, and more than ten Yanxian all looked at Jian Wushuang vigilantly.

Those mysterious supernatural powers contain such vastness.

On the other side, Chen Qing went on a killing spree, and every blow was enough to hit a few Yanxian who dared to run forward.

But this is the case, these Yanxian under the little emperor's seat are still exhausted.

Twenty against forty, how could they be opponents?

Without the help of the Three Emperors, Jian Wushuang would be invincible in the face of several Yanxian at most, but at the moment he was surrounded by no less than ten.

He alone attracted a quarter of the firepower, which was extremely depressing.

"Hold your head obediently, and I can make you suffer less!" A powerful Yanli smashed Jian Wushuang hard.

The long sword in his hand was reversed, and the attack was torn apart with one sword. Jian Wushuang smiled disdainfully, "You scumbags have the ability to accept my head?"

For the first Yanxian, his face froze, and then he made a move with both hands. A total of eleven Yanxian exerted their strength together, and a radiant light that covered the sky seemed to carry the power of the entire void, covering it.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were dignified, and he first raised a side of Yanli to block it, and then raised his sword and stabbed straight up.

Absolute sword!

One sword is worth 100,000 swords to break the face!

"boom!"

Thousands of streamers shot up, and Jian Wushuang held a long sword and moved forward.

The big light that covered the sky was divided into two parts from the middle, and it was quickly dissipating.

And Jian Wushuang is also extremely uncomfortable at this moment. The combined force of these eleven Yanxian is not something he can bear. Being in it, the surface of the skin seems to start to burn.

"Brother Jian, I'm here to help you!" With a low voice, Chunqiu controlled his eight-armed glaring eyes and rushed forward, and his eight giant arms, along with Jian Wushuang, slammed into the sky-covering light.

Jian Wushuang only felt his whole body loosen, and all the energy in front of him dissipated.

Chunqiu came to him,

Shen Sheng said quickly, "Brother Jian, let's retreat, the forty Yanxian, if we continue to stand still like this, we will surely die!"

"I can't go." Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He has his own set of rules for life. If he leaves like this, it will be a disaster for Chen Qing, Xiao Dijun and others.

Retreat without a fight, the first blow is morale.

In any case, he cannot retire today.

Reaching out his hand to separate the huge power that came from the impact again, Jian Wushuang turned around and pushed Chunqiu into the protective circle.

He is just an ancestor, even if he has eight-armed glaring eyes, he will perish directly in Yanxian's offensive if he is not careful.

The only thing Jian Wushuang can do now is to try to protect him behind him.

There are Yanxian falling and perishing constantly, and this kind of existence can destroy the heaven and the earth in the blink of an eye, not to mention that there are nearly 60 Yanxian fighting against each other.

The void was torn apart, and the slightly closer planes of heaven and earth were also affected, constantly collapsing.

Nearly a hundred ancestors were all killed at the beginning, and the Yanxian brought by the little emperor was also rapidly decreasing.

Several people have long been at the end of the battle. Even if Chen Qing has reached the peak of Yanli, he is also weak in the face of so many Yanxian.

A sword intent burst out from the stars, rivers, lakes and seas, barely blocking a group of Yanxian who came again, and Jian Wushuang and others were already surrounded.

So far, there are only eight Yanxian left by the side of the little emperor.

Chen Qing's sword-carrying right arm was covered with scars, especially on his right rib, the scars were shocking.

These wounds caused by the same immortals are difficult to heal in a short period of time, which also means that the combat power will decline to a certain extent.

Seeing that there are still nearly twenty-five or six Yanxian, Jian Wushuang and the others are all heartbroken.

"Little Emperor, after I stay and break, you will return to the six-day realm, and don't reach the heaven again." Chen Qing whispered, "Only by living can you continue to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

"Brother Jian, the safety of the little emperor will be entrusted to you." He looked at Jian Wushuang and said.

Before Jian Wushuang could speak, the little emperor said coldly, "Chen Qing, when will I need you to decide the matter of this seat?"

Chen Qing was anxious, "But Xiao Dijun, if you don't leave again, you really won't be able to leave!"

"As the successor emperor, I have to go to heaven, even if I die on the road, I can't change it." The little emperor's voice was indifferent, and his eyes already had the will to die.

"Heh, the successor of the emperor, a waste who can only continue to cultivate, but cannot become a Taoist, dare to call him the successor of the emperor?" The first Yanxian, who looked feminine, sneered, and more than 20 Yanxians behind him were also laughing at this moment. stand up.

"Young master, leave it to me." The skinny Zipao lowered his head slightly, and was pulled by the little emperor as he took a step.

"Let the trash in his mouth send him on his way." His voice was indifferent, but it swept up with Shen Shen Weiyi.

The next moment, the fight starts again!

A field filled with dark colors sprang up, and the little emperor was in it, as if he had become the emperor who really controlled one side.

"Kill the young master Yanzhe, reward!" Not only was the feminine-looking Yanxian not afraid, but he smiled savagely, looking like a ghost, and actually rushed directly to the little emperor.

A sword pierced the pipa bone of one of Yanxian, Jian Wushuang snorted, and Zhetian Yanli smashed forward.

The terrifying power of Tianmen Ji reached it again.

However, the terrifying Yanxians who had already experienced it, all joined forces to block, and under Jian Wushuang's all-out blow, there were no casualties!

Jian Wushuang's heart sank fiercely, but he immediately picked up the invisible sword and rushed forward.

All kinds of supernatural powers of power were bombarded on his body, and even the immortal divine body began to be injured.

The little emperor released the domain, and with a single blow, he destroyed a Yanxian, but he was intercepted by the other Yanxian.

Chen Qing and others also barely protected themselves.

Shocking wounds began to appear on everyone.

Just in this fierce battle, when Jian Wushuang and others were about to be completely besieged and killed, a monstrous force suddenly erupted from the boundless void.

Jian Wushuang almost subconsciously grabbed the little emperor in front of him and backed away abruptly.

"Zheng!"

A terrifying straight slash that easily shattered the void, as if the sky and the earth were opened, and the void of hundreds of millions of miles was split into a nothingness like a prison.

Almost at the same time as he retreated, the straight slash that started from nowhere, but with a destructive aura, rolled over from the sky.

There are more than a dozen Yanxian too late to dodge, and immediately their body shape turned into powder, and Xianyuan turned into nothingness.

This terrifying and shocking sword directly ploughed the void into a ravine that was hundreds of millions of miles of nothingness!

Dead silence, extremely dead silence, all the surviving Yanxian were sluggish at this moment.

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