Chapter 4797? Old Friends Reunite with Old Acquaintances

That fiery murderous intent, therefore, had a momentary stagnation.

It was this moment of stagnation that allowed Jian Wushuang to breathe.

He almost exhausted all his strength and dodged to escape.

But still half a minute late.

The incomparable, terrifying aura beyond imagination, it is still easy to directly destroy Jian Wushuang's arm!

His entire right arm holding the invisible sword was completely shattered!

In exchange for the opportunity to escape at the cost of a broken arm, cold sweat flowed from Jian Wushuang's temples.

That kind of irresistible, untouchable breath is really terrifying, just the last emperor's obsession is so terrifying, if the emperor comes in person, what will it be like?

"Good boy, I can actually let you escape." Di Qing looked at him with a cold expression, "If I had accepted you as a messenger at the beginning, but now, anyone who dares to meddle in the heavens will surely perish! "

Hong Zhong Dalu's voice resounded, and his golden pupils glanced at everyone present.

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing, who were slightly weaker, seemed to be unable to bear the unnamed oppression at this moment, so they knelt heavily on the ground.

Chen Qing was obviously not feeling very well, but he still struggled to break free from the bondage, stretched out his arms, and tried to drag Jian Wushuang out of the range.

But Xinghuo Anneng competed with Haoyue for brilliance, and the power of the power he released was directly defeated by the obsession of the emperor in Diqing's immortal body!

Jian Wushuang, who had cut off his right arm, was stunned, and there was absolutely no possibility of escape. He was already deciding to disperse all the power and try his best to preserve the last breath.

The entire heavenly court is trembling. Although it is the last emperor's obsession, it is still possible to kill them easily and annihilate them.

No one can escape the punishment of the emperor.

Jian Wushuang felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, the ice was extremely cold, and every cell was shattering.

The golden eyes were prosperous, and it seemed that their death had been pronounced.

"Could it be that he really died like this?" He couldn't believe it, and Di Qing's icy face was reflected in his deep pupils.

Everything is dying,

Do the final fall apart.

Just when the emperor was obsessed and punished, a sudden and inappropriate doubt sounded all over Jian Wushuang.

"Huh? How can there be such a familiar atmosphere here, did you two old people notice it?"

It was the voice of the tall and thin old man Yang Jun, which came from the Boyang bottle.

Jian Wushuang trembled all over, as if he had grabbed the last straw, and tried his best to open the cork of the Boyang bottle.

Yang Jun's figure then walked out of the Boyang bottle, his eyes locked directly on Di Qing's figure, and he was a little surprised.

And Di Qing, who was originally punishing, also stopped moving, emitting golden pupils, and he couldn't believe it.

"Yang Jun?!"

"Six crows?!"

Two surprised voices rang out at the same time.

The tall and thin old man Yang Jun couldn't believe it. He walked forward directly, circled around Di Qing, and murmured, "Isn't there any leftover scum, you old boy? Why did you become this one? appearance?"

Diqing took a deep breath, stared deeply at Yang Jun, and then said with some uncertainty, "Are you really Yang Jun?"

"Looking through the Qiongyu Tianyu, who can find the second emperor who has more temperament than me, Yang Jun?" Yang Jun stood up straight and stroked his beard.

"It really is you..." Di Qing's eyes twitched slightly, and then he sighed, "I really didn't expect that I would be able to meet an old friend before I go."

"Speaking of which, I don't remember that you have... how come you have fully recovered now?" Yang Jun was a little confused and looked at him carefully.

Di Qing heard the words with a wry smile, and then a dark cloud of smoke poured out from the top of his skull.

At the same time as this dark cloud of smoke poured out, Di Qing's entire body was directly weakened, and then fell into the hall and passed out.

That cloud of smoke slowly formed in the air, and finally condensed into the real body of the emperor wearing the black plume cloud emperor clothes.

"My true image has long been broken in that battle, and even my true body has turned into powder. What you see now is just an obsession, an obsession that is about to dissipate."

The emperor who was called Six Crows by Yang Jun, a loneliness flashed in his red-gold pupils.

After hearing these words, Yang Jun said angrily, "Damn Zhenwuyang, when this emperor fully recovers, he will maintain his blood feud!"

At the same time, two streams of light poured out of the Boyang bottle and came to the Six Crows Emperor.

"Six crows, long time no see."

Su He, who had strange double pupils, and Dao Gong, who had a majestic face, appeared together with a smile on their faces.

The Six Crow Emperor's eyes narrowed, and he finally smiled, "I knew that you three old guys must still be alive."

"That year is no longer there, only at this moment I will see you one last time."

The atmosphere was a little heavy, and the three emperors naturally noticed that the real shadow of the six crow emperors had long since disappeared, and now he is only the last obsession.

"You are just too stubborn and don't understand the reason why you are not afraid of running out of firewood if you stay with the green hills." Yang Jun sighed, the old friend who was also the emperor at the time has become the way he is now, and he is naturally very lonely.

But Emperor Six Crows showed a relieved smile, "I was fighting to shatter the true shadow. At the beginning, I also placed Zhen Wuyang fiercely, leaving him with a scar that cannot be healed. If I were to choose again now, I will still do it."

"This is my destination. You don't have to worry about it. Since you have all left behind a true shadow, there will be a day when you will recover, and it will not be too late to find Zhen Wuyang to collect debts."

Seeing that Emperor Liuya is so open-minded, the three emperors can't help but ask, "Liuya, have you put it down?"

"Put down?" Emperor Six Crows took a deep breath, and then scolded angrily, "Put down, I'll put his mother's fart, I want to drink his blood all the time and give it to my son. Burial with the people."

The three emperors looked at each other and couldn't laugh or cry. This was the style of speech of this great emperor, who seemed to have a calm expression and that nothing was superficial.

Seemingly throwing away the restraint in his heart, Liu Ya then simply said, "I'm going to die soon, and the matter of beheading Zhen Wuyang will be left to you three old guys to do, remember if there is such a day, don't forget Just stab me with a sword."

"It's a pity that at the end, we four emperors can't drink it once." The six crow emperors looked regretful.

When Yang Jun heard the words, he seemed to feel something, his nose twitched slightly, then turned to look at Chen Qing below.

Chen Qing, who was dragging Jian Wushuang back, only felt an inexplicable crisis rising, and the cold hairs on his back stood up.

"I smelled it, this kid smells of wine." Yang Jun was small, and then he stretched out his hand and took the wine gourd from Chen Qing's waist.