Chapter 4859? No Real Shadow of Me

Under such an offensive, Zhang Tian could only defend, and could not even counterattack.

He could only hold the spear flat, blocking the slashing of sword after sword, and felt extremely aggrieved in his heart.

In just ten breaths, Jian Wushuang slashed more than 36,000 times, causing Zhang Tianping's palm with the spear to be dripped with divine blood.

He said in a low voice, "Release the immortal style, otherwise, with your current situation, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to protect yourself."

Zhang Tian's eyes fluctuated, and his original aura also changed sharply, from the previous calm to sharp-edged.

Thousands of golden spears burst out from his hands, and they stirred with majestic coercion.

Jian Wushuang was forced to step back, and his eyes were also solemn.

"I don't know how many years have passed since I realized the immortal style, but I still swing my gun 3,000 times a day, so that everything is possible today."

"In a word, blood feud is in the body, no matter who is blocking, there is only one end."

Zhang Tian seemed to be integrated with the spear in his hand, and the awning column that almost swallowed the void rose into the sky.

At this moment, the order of the avenues flowing in the void began to collapse.

"My immortal style is called Bitter Wheel. You are not the first Yanxian you have seen, and you will definitely not be the last."

"At the same time, I also have a hunch that if you end up falling under my immortal style, my immortal style will be reconciled, and I will also enter the realm of Dayan immortals."

Jian Wushuang raised his brows slightly, and the invisible sword in his hand slanted, "It's useless to talk more, come on."

The red-gold awning column rose into the sky, dispelling the violent wind in the void, Zhang Tian’s hair danced wildly behind his back, the golden spear in his hand rang out, and a golden wheel with a height of more than one million meters condensed from behind him, emitting There is a strong and untouchable atmosphere.

"All Yanxian and top cultivators, step back!" Jian Wushuang shouted loudly.

The Yanxians, who were still fighting and fighting, immediately retreated without any hesitation.

At this moment, Chen Qing's eyes were dignified, and he could feel that Zhang Tian's blow might not even be able to deal with him.

Jian Wushuang, can you?

All the immortals,

The top cultivators all looked at this scene solemnly. This way of determining the outcome, no matter who wins or who loses, it is very important.

"Bitter Wheel, Gaitian!"

With Zhang Tian's explosion, the light wheel that was more than a million zhang tall behind him fell, and the void collapsed. All the top cultivators and even Yanxian were horrified when they saw this scene.

This square of light is really too vast, and almost at the moment when it falls, it covers a million miles of void. Even if Yanxian is under this immortal form, I am afraid that the charm and spirit will be destroyed.

Jian Wushuang stood on the spot, looking at the halo that covered him, his eyes calm.

"Om..."

The humming like a big bell resounded in the void, and the red-golden Huamang devoured everything almost instantly.

The little emperor's pupils, who had retreated far away, suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously rushed forward.

Chen Qing grabbed him and said, "Little Dijun, calm down, it's impossible for Brother Jian to fall like this."

"Even if it's impossible to fall like this, it's too risky for him to do so." The little emperor took a deep breath, then stared straight ahead.

At the same time as the thousand-meter-long halo of bitterness completely swallowed Jian Wushuang and covered it, Zhang Tian's arm suddenly shook and threw the spear into the void.

In an instant, a hundred thousand spears were differentiated, each of which hummed.

"go!"

He shouted, 100,000 spears, smashed the void, and stabbed at the center of the wheel of suffering from all directions.

In the eyes of all top cultivators, the ending has become a foregone conclusion.

Including Zhang Tian, ​​the Lord of Immortal Domain, showed a smile at this moment.

But this smile froze before it was fully revealed.

The next moment, the true shadow of the 100,000 spears suddenly stopped on the wheel of bitterness, and it was even more difficult to advance half an inch.

Immediately afterwards, a real shadow that was also over a million feet tall appeared!

It was a true shadow with long hair floating in the air, and the eyes were full of prowess. A seven-star system was slowly flowing between the eyebrows, and the perseverance was magnificent again.

That is the true shadow of Jian Wushuang, the true shadow of no self.

Every breathing and breathing seems to be a reincarnation in the universe, and his appearance is like the embodiment of the rules and order of heaven, making Yanxian feel the oppression.

Then, the magnificent true shadow slowly stretched out his palm, and with an understatement, the 100,000 long spears hanging in the void were all destroyed.

And the Bitter Wheel, which bound Jian Wushuang's true shadow, couldn't bear the pressure, thus making up for the crack.

With a burst of dazzling light to the extreme, the wheel of bitterness shattered!

All Yanxian and Dingxiu covered their eyes at this moment.

When Huamang dissipated, everything was bleak.

The huge true shadow looked down, and there was neither joy nor sorrow in a pair of eyes that exuded divine might.

In his palm, a toothpick-like red-gold spear had broken into two halves.

All the surviving immortals and top cultivators in the Immortal Territory retreated subconsciously, their faces turning ashes.

Zhang Tian's complexion changed again and again, and his arrogant cheeks, which were originally invincible, also lost their blood.

Then he opened his mouth and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of thick blood!

The golden spear of life was destroyed, and it was almost directly related to his immortal source, and was directly hit by an unimaginable heavy blow!

The true shadow of Wuself slowly dissipated, and Jian Wushuang stepped down into the air.

At this moment, all the immortals and the top cultivators in the six-day realm were extremely emotional.

The little emperor raised the soft sword in his hand, and his voice spread throughout the void, "Follow the sword and rush to kill!"

Jian Wushuang looked at Zhang Tian, ​​whose expression was extremely sluggish, and then threw the long spear that had been broken in two in front of him.

"You guys have already lost."

Zhang Tian stared at him blankly, but did not speak.

At this time, a middle-aged Yanxian beside him suddenly took a step and said in a condensed voice, "No, I won't lose!"

"Xianyu has been formed since the beginning of the emperor's establishment of the Great Siyu. It has a profound background, superior heaven, and a blessing. After several disasters, it has not been destroyed. Even if it is lost today, it will definitely be able to make a comeback in the future."

Looking at the middle-aged Yanxian, who was still neither humble nor arrogant, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but look at him a little higher.

After saying those words, the middle-aged Yanxian supported Zhang Tian and whispered, "Sect Master, after the rest of the old brothers are broken for you, you immediately go back to the Immortal Realm and ask the emperor for help, remember that only Life is still there, and everything is planned.”

Zhang Tian looked at him, and before he spoke, he was directly pushed by his luck, and the immortal formation in the void disappeared.

After doing all of this, the middle-aged Yanxian looked quite indifferent, pulled out the real sword from his waist, and confronted Jian Wushuang with ease and fear.

"What's your name?"

"Death immediately, even if I tell you, Song Xin."

"Yes, I will remember you."

Jian Wushuang nodded, an invisible sword quietly condensed in his hand.