Chapter 4737?

If you look closely, on the broad back of this giant ape, a slightly immature and thin figure is watching everything that is happening in the sky with excitement.

More than 20 new-faced Yanxian, showing the trend of encircling, wrapped the Yanxian including Gongziyu into dumplings.

"Young Master Lin?!" At this moment, Xiao Dijun, Young Master Yu, and Young Master Jiu all called out the same name.

The comer is the only one of the seven emperors who has a good impression of Xiaodijun, the son of Lin, who has had a relationship on both sides before.

"Big brother, your mount is really cool, it's the first time I've used a fairy as a mount!" Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the Seventh Emperor's son Lin looked at the little emperor and said with a frown.

The little emperor frowned slightly, obviously not expecting that Young Master Lin would step in at this time.

Gong Ziyu also looked at him in disbelief, and then said solemnly, "What are you doing here, are you also competing for Xiantao?"

"Third brother, don't get me wrong, I don't have much thought about that thing," Young Master Lin scratched his head, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm just here to help the eldest brother, you and the second brother have gone too far. ."

Hearing this, Young Master Yu sneered, "Are you looking for death? Even if you add one, it will change the result?"

"It's hard to say whether it will be changed or not, but you have to try it, right?" Young Master Lin said, and stretched his waist on Wei Ape's back.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll take care of you!" Young Master Yu smiled grimly and took the lead in launching the attack.

When the young master saw this, he slapped the strange ape's head and fled directly.

Almost at the same time, Yanxian, who was in the same camp as Young Master Lin, also dispatched one after another, fighting together.

Jian Wushuang only felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and there was no sense of urgency to resist hard.

Nearly 50 Yanxian fought in a melee, and their different Yanli was extremely magnificent.

Jian Wushuang looked at the son Yu, who was attacking the son Lin, and his eyes began to flourish.

"Be careful." The little emperor reminded in a low voice, as if he felt something.

He nodded, his palm lightly pressed on the hilt of Tai Luo's sword, and his figure disappeared like a ghost.

I was concentrating on it, about to force the young master back with a palm,

A strong sense of crisis caused Gong Ziyu to tilt his head almost subconsciously.

"Chila..."

However, it was still too late, the knife body was half an inch into the flesh, almost beheading his entire head.

Young Master Yu quickly retreated, and at the same time released Yanli to protect himself.

Looking at the mysterious young man dressed as a black-clothed ranger, Gong Ziyu only felt that the wound between his neck hurts into his bones.

With a shake of his wrist, the divine blood on the Tailuo sword fell, and Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly.

He waved his hand to heal the wound on his neck, the madness in Young Master Yu's eyes disappeared, and he looked at him vigilantly.

Being able to approach him unknowingly, and almost beheading him with another sword, this terrifying strength made Young Master Yu shudder.

Without any unnecessary clichés, Jian Wushuang directly lifted his sword and pressed it on, the broken Tailuo Sword was full of momentum.

A sword fell, and it easily broke the power of Gong Ziyu.

He was horrified, and at the same time resisted with all his might.

Although the body of the sword was broken, the way of the sword was still there. Every sword was full of momentum, and Young Master Yu, who was actually persecuting, began to panic.

While each sword stance was as deep as water, it opened and closed, making it difficult for Gong Ziyu to use the corresponding power to deal with it.

Although there is only one sword at a time, it has divided into thousands of sword intents, and the more and more persecuted him is miserable.

Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, and Gong Ziyu is an iron embryo, constantly being hammered. During this hammering process, each of his swords became more and more condensed.

Young Master Yu almost lost his temper. Under this kind of confrontation, he was actually used as a whetstone? !

Shame flooded his heart, and he was ready to release the immortal style desperately, crushing Jian Wushuang like a bug.

But soon, Young Master Yu was horrified to find that in his current state, he couldn't call out the immortal style at all...

The powerful sword slashed down, and a shocking wound was created directly from Gong Ziyu's pipa bone, and divine blood spurted out.

This sword almost cut him into two pieces from the middle.

Young Master Yu felt the panic, and he found that the young man who was as cold as a god of death was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

If Xiao Dijun brought him shock and confusion, then Jian Wushuang at the moment is the representative of coldness and death.

When he realized the horror of life and death, it was too late.

Without even extraneous nonsense, Jian Wushuang raised the Broken Divine Sword in his hand, as if convicting and judging, dropping the final sword.

But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A pale red scroll quietly swept through, and at the same time a beam of light penetrated Jian Wushuang's back.

The warm divine blood sprayed Young Master Yu's face.

Jian Wushuang's face was pale, and the sword was finally unable to be cut off.

The Tai Luo Divine Sword slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.

He also lost his strength, like a fallen leaf, suddenly falling from the clouds.

"Jian Wushuang!" The little emperor exclaimed in shock, almost simultaneously moving to hold him.

But then a pale red barrier blocked it.

Young Master Jiu walked out of the picture scroll and looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm so sorry, I made such a mistake, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of the game."

The little emperor's eyes turned from cold to furious, "Young Master Jiu, you are bound to die in my hands."

"Really? But in order to prevent this result from happening, I will make your big brother disappear completely before that." Young Master Jiu said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

A round of sun without any warmth stretched across the sky, and the black and white mixed colors revealed dead silence and nothingness.

This is an immortal style belonging to the little emperor, a mysterious immortal style that came from nowhere.

Young Master Zhuo's eyes also became fanatical, the most unpredictable, like an abyss, he also showed his strength at this moment.

It seems that the turbid and clear are not separated, the unknown and extremely suppressed breath, emerges like silk like mist.

"Although I can't kill you in the heavens, it's a good choice to add a lot to your weak body."

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"It hurts..."

Feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him, Jian Wushuang, who had lost consciousness, gradually woke up.

At this moment, half of his body was soaked in the stream, and most of the black shirt on his body was broken.

He barely propped himself up and fell to the ground, panting slightly.

The originally fragmented chest was rapidly healing, and the passing power and vitality were also quickly recovered.

All of this is naturally due to Jian Wushuang's super-perfect life form.

As he cut off the past and achieved the realm of immortality, his super-perfect life form did not disappear with the cut off of the past, but became more and more powerful after entering this great evolution.

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