Chapter 4801?

The emperor who thought it was just an empty shell opened his eyes at this moment, so shocked that his eyes almost popped out, his body softened and he almost collapsed to the ground.

All Yanxian were startled, and they all took a step back, trembling.

That kind of existence is no longer what they can imagine, and naturally they can't afford to fight any **.

As the figure in the imperial suit opened his golden eyes, the four figures around him also opened their eyes.

The momentum is surging!

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the figure of the four gods was unsmiling, staring at the front.

"Sir, go back and go..."

The wretched Yanxian's legs trembled, and his head was already dizzy.

In fact, these four figures are Chen Qing, Diqing, Chunqiu, and Cui Jing. Even the emperor's real body sitting on the throne and wearing the Moyu Liuyun emperor's clothes is Jian Wushuang. fake……

The reason for doing so is actually helpless.

Originally, Jian Wushuang planned to directly kill some Yanxian who had inadvertently entered, but who would have seen the previous scene as soon as he walked out of the hall.

Nearly 100 Yanxian battles are powerful, even if more than half of them are damaged, they are a huge force.

Except for Jian Wushuang's ability to recover to the peak after receiving the inheritance of Six Crows Emperor's perception, the strength of the rest of the people has not fully recovered.

Di Qing, whose strength has recovered to 60%, is unclear, and Jian Wushuang did not count him among them.

If it were to fight against this team of nearly fifty Yanxian, with Jian Wushuang and a few people alone, even if they won, it would be a tragic victory, and it was not worth taking a shot.

That's why he came up with this strategy to drive away these Yanxian.

But what he didn't expect was that although this group of immortals was about to be scared out of fear, they had no idea of ​​escaping at all.

Jian Wushuang frowned and glanced secretly at Chen Qing who was standing beside him.

Chen Qing immediately understood, took a step forward, and shouted, "Whoever trespasses in the heaven, die!"

Hong Zhong Dalu's thunderous sound completely defeated Yanxian's psychological defense.

"Sir, retreat and leave, if you don't leave, you will all be folded here!"

The wretched Yanxian trembled, obviously planning to leave without caring.

Old Cheng Yanxian gritted his teeth and said nothing. He was unwilling. After all the hardships, he found the old heaven by chance. Now he wants him to give up. How can he be reconciled?

Chen Qing, who was standing like a god, saw that they had no plans to leave, and took a step forward, ready to give a warning.

But because his steps were too large, he directly pulled the wine gourd hidden in his waist, and scattered more than ten black mountain crystals on the ground.

The crisp landing sound sounded, and the wine gourd drew an arc on the jade ground and rolled to the feet of the old Yanxian.

The air was suffocating.

Old Cheng Yanxian looked down at the gourd of relatively new condition beside his feet, and then looked at the black mountain crystal scattered all over the place, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"You, are you pretending?"

Chen Qing looked embarrassed and looked at Jian Wushuang.

"War!" The simple word resounded, Jian Wushuang suddenly stepped up from the throne, and an invisible long sword was already condensed in his hand.

"Kill them to death for me!"

The old-fashioned Yanxian, who had recovered his senses, said angrily, "Not a single one!"

In an instant, forty-two Yanxians and forty-two powers surged up, directly driving Jian Wushuang and the others to cover them.

Chen Qing directly slapped the real sword on his waist, carrying Wan Jun Sword Intent forward brazenly.

Chunqiu also directly called out the eight-armed angry eyes and rushed forward.

Cui Jing, who was the weakest and had no trump cards, was stopped by Chunqiu.

"Infinite."

A soft murmur sounded, and Di Qing also started to move, and a black crow appeared behind him, raising his head and screaming.

Such a general trend, directly dealing with the combined force of the forty-two Yanxian.

"Zheng! Chilla..."

The edge of the sword was incomparable, and it directly tore the infinite power.

Diqing's black crow, Chen Qing's sword intent, Chunqiu's eight-armed anger, all exploded among the immortals at this moment.

A sword directly shattered an immortal source of Yanxian, and Jian Wushuang turned back and glanced at Di Qing before continuing to fight.

Even if the strength is only restored to less than 60%, the terrifying belonging to the ninth-rank Great Evolution Immortal was revealed at the first time.

The Black Black Treasure was shattered, directly shattering the immortal source of the ten immortals.

It's just that after this confrontation, the original 43 Yanxian had dropped by nearly 20.

The veteran Yanxian, who was headed by him, was almost cut off by Jian Wushuang's sword.

"Sir, retreat and..."

This time, the wretched Yanxian's words were not finished, and he stared at the invisible blade in his chest with his eyes wide open.

With one knife, Jian Wushuang did not stop at all, holding the hilt of the sword with both arms, and slashing down with three thousand sword intents.

There was a bit of anger in the horrified eyes of the old Cheng Yanxian, and then his arms shook, and the space around him suddenly changed.

At the same time, streaks of needle-like awnings emerged from every piece of diamond-shaped Huamang, all rushing towards Jian Wushuang.

Because this is really too fast, Jian Wushuang can't dodge in time, even if there are nearly a thousand strands of refracting Huamang, passing through!

The indescribable pain of cutting seemed to sever his consciousness.

But these only blocked Jian Wushuang for a moment. The invisible sword in his hand, due to inertia, finally slashed heavily on the shoulders of old Cheng Yanxian.

"Chi La", the sharp and incomparable sword intent almost split him into two pieces.

He screamed miserably, the pipa bone on his shoulder shattered directly, and divine blood spurted out.

Jian Wushuang also stepped back at the same time, clutching his heart, a ray of divine blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Since he came to Dayanhuan, he had cut off the past of the mortal world, and his ancestral luck and divine power were returned to the divine power universe by him, so he did not have the so-called immortal origin.

It was precisely the absence of the most important immortal source of Yanxian that allowed him to escape.

He has an intuition, and the style of becoming an immortal is enough to shatter any immortal source.

The veteran Yanxian, who was also severely injured, staggered back, and the power of the power surging around him dimmed.

Perhaps due to the rapid dissipation of Yanli, the face of the old Yanxian began to change rapidly.

The rather mature and square face disappeared, replaced by a heroic and handsome face.

After seeing that face clearly, Jian Wushuang's eyes became dignified.

That face was none other than that of the third emperor, Young Master Yu, who participated in the peach contest in the realm of Zhenwuyang.

But at the moment, his sudden arrival is obviously beyond Jian Wushuang's imagination.

As the third emperor under Zhenwuyang, how could he appear here at this time?