Chapter 4736? Battle

Today's Young Master Yu has no chance of escaping at all. If this hit hits, he won't even be able to get out of the game, and the immortal source will be scattered!

"Father save me!"

With the last bit of strength, Young Master Yu's panicked voice resounded throughout the heavens.

Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting above the heavenly court, couldn't calm down. No one knew the character of the little emperor better than him. He was a completely lawless guy without any fear.

If he is motivated to kill, there is almost no room for manoeuvre.

Just when Zhenwuyang was about to drop his true shadow, the heavens shook.

Each of the giant awns, which were mixed with terrifying killing intent, seemed to be blocked by a transparent barrier while stabbing Young Master Yu.

At the same time, a light red force surged up, smashing every giant awn!

The little emperor's face froze, and the soft sword in his hand began to tremble.

With the light red power, it is the son Jiu.

He stood in front of Gong Ziyu for a moment, and looked at the little emperor with complicated eyes.

"Yes, it's you..." After the calamity, Young Master Yu was at a loss for words.

Without squinting, Gong Zijiu stared at the little emperor tightly, "Young Master Yan, I don't know how you realized the immortal style, but if you want to win the immortal peach just by relying on the immortal style, I advise you, or Don't bother."

As his words sounded, nearly 30 Yanxian swept over from the four fields, and they formed an encirclement, surrounding the little emperor and Jian Wushuang in the center.

"Young Master Yan, hand over Xiantao and quit now, I will spare your life." Young Master Jiu said in a low voice.

"Want Xiantao? It's up to you?" The little emperor smiled disdainfully.

For some reason, every time he faced the little emperor, the anger in Young Master Jiu couldn't be restrained, and even a single sentence could make him angry.

"Intercept on the spot!" Young Master Jiu shouted angrily.

The thirty or so Yanxian set off immediately, the most overwhelming Yanxian intertwined and pressed down facing the two of them.

The sword is inexorable,

Unreserved release of the force.

At the same time, a ancestral technique, the Heavenly Gate of the Power Realm is in the Heavenly Realm!

With the blessing of the power of the Yanxian realm, this ancestral technique has been completely transformed.

Under the guidance of the giant who covered the sky, the dense net that was condensed by the combined force of the thirty immortals could not be covered and pressed down for a while, showing a stalemate.

The little emperor raised the soft sword, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.

The combined force of the two actually broke through the offensive of a group of Yanxian.

Young Master Jiu, who was far away from the battle circle, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and his gaze towards Jian Wushuang became vigilant.

The move that Jian Wushuang released just now made Young Master Jiu feel a little intimidated.

"How much confidence do you have to fight against him?" He stretched out his finger and pointed at Jian Wushuang who was fighting.

The white-robed companion beside him froze, then dimmed, "Less than 30%."

"Is that so?" Young Master Jiu slowly raised the corner of his mouth, "No wonder Young Master Yan didn't even bring Chen Qing, it turns out that there is an even more unfathomable guy beside him."

"Young Master, let me go, I will definitely bring Xiantao back." Baipao Yanxian asked.

Young Master Jiu shook his head and turned to look at Young Master Yu.

With a tightness in his heart, Young Master Yu took a half step back, vigilant and apprehensive in his eyes. With his current situation, Young Master Jiu wanted to let him out, but it was just a wave of his hand.

"Doing one thing for me is your repayment for saving my life." Gongzi Jiu said, and suddenly put a palm against his confidant.

Immediately, a reddish force poured into Gong Ziyu's limbs and bones, filling his meridians, which had dried up to the extreme.

Gong Ziyu's state recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Remember, what Young Master Yan did to you just now, you will repay it with all your strength, and I will wait for your good news." Young Master Jiu patted his shoulder, and then slowly backed away with his companion.

And how could Young Master Yu not know what kind of abacus he was playing, but if there was no Young Master Jiu, he would have perished long ago, and how could he have retreated completely.

Even if there is no reminder from Young Master Jiu, he will take revenge and return all the horrors of life and death.

Returning to the peak, Young Master Yu felt the uncontrollable power in his body, and then stepped out one step at a time, the magnificent and terrifying power, like a huge wave sweeping forward.

With one sword flying a Yanxian, Jian Wushuang fixed his eyes on the huge wave of Yanli that came from the sky.

The next moment, the little emperor quietly came to him, turning his back to block the rushing waves of power.

"Boom!"

The indiscriminate offensive made Yanxian, who was a little careless, directly out of the game.

Jian Wushuang reacted and waved his hand to cast a barrier to protect the two of them.

The little emperor who had endured most of the huge waves of power generation, his face became more and more red, and most of the black shirt on his body was broken.

Without him, I'm afraid it would be Jian Wushuang himself who would be severely injured now.

"Hold on, I'll take you away." Seeing the little emperor who showed signs of fainting, Jian Wushuang's heart sank, and he directly grabbed his figure and prepared to escape.

He had already prepared for the worst in his heart, reaching into his arms and touching Xiantao.

"No, I must not give it." The little emperor raised his eyes to look at Jian Wushuang, shaking his head slowly and firmly.

"Then see if we can rush out." Jian Wushuang said solemnly, the broken Tailuo sword in his hand pointed straight forward.

Young Master Yu stepped into the air with a grinning smile, his palms forming a cloud-like shape, lowering his majestic power.

With the left arm supporting the little emperor, the right hand raised the Tailuo sword, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, and used the sword.

In such a situation, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the most common sword so far has released the most terrifying power.

This is a desperate sword. Only in a desperate situation can the ultimate power be released, and there is no upper limit.

A sword is worth a million swords to break the face.

That Young Master Yu's full blow, which only existed for a moment, was shattered, like a boiling lake, all dissipated.

"Cough cough, early, I knew you could stop this kind of offensive, so I wouldn't do anything unnecessary." With the help of Jian Wushuang, the little emperor reluctantly said.

His body is already weak, and even if he realizes the immortal style, it cannot change his physique in the slightest.

Jian Wushuang pursed his lips slightly, "I can block it now, but I might not be able to block it just now."

The corner of Xiao Dijun's mouth was slightly raised, and then he looked forward, "The strength is so disparate, I am afraid that this time, it is really going to be lost."

"What if things turn around?" Jian Wushuang said slowly.

As if to confirm his words, at the next moment, nearly twenty magnificent rainbow shadows rose up from the giant river beneath him, with a majestic and earth-shattering aura.

In front of these rainbow shadows, a huge monster roared in the sky, and the figure of several thousand feet left an extremely shocking impression on all Yanxian.

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