Chapter 4878? Against Dayan Immortal

This is the second time Jian Wushuang has condensed the true shadow of Wu self.

The first time to condense was when Zhang Tian, ​​the master of the Heavenly Sect of the Immortal Domain, was completely defeated, and he exploded his Ku Wheel Immortal Style with the true shadow of no self.

This is Jian Wushuang's second immortal style, a special immortal style that is independent of a little mountain and river.

Accompanied by a dashing and arrogant figure, like the true shadow of the gods, Jian Wushuang's whole body burst into blood.

Diqing did not stop, and a black black treasured image gradually condensed out, and continued to expand and stretch for thousands of miles in the great formation.

Chen Qing, Chunqiu and the others also all retreated, watching this scene nervously.

Through the large array of colorful circulation, you can see a treasured image, a black crow is skyrocketing wildly. Almost in a few dozen breaths, it soared to a huge one million zhang.

But the formation showed no signs of breaking.

With the sixty immortals as the foundation of the formation, the formation is too solid.

Although each Yanxian turned red, the steady stream of energy still firmly bound Jian Wushuang and Di Qing in it.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang's true shadow of no self has grown to a size of hundreds of millions of feet, which has surpassed the height of the previous battle with Zhangtian, Tianzong of the Immortal Domain, but it still failed to hold the big formation.

Diqing's black and black treasures have also reached a certain critical point.

"Damn, this group of offal wait for me to go out and grind them into mashed meat one by one!" Diqing's face turned red, and his true life was just damaged, and his strength was far from recovering, so that he made such a formation. besieged.

Jian Wushuang frowned, if he couldn't tear the formation apart without my true shadow, I'm afraid he would have to find another way.

With the completion of the formation, the remaining 200 or so Yanxian began to set off again for the next three days of the Six Heaven Realm.

Obviously, before they came to the six-day realm, they were all given orders to destroy the six-day realm desperately.

Just as this formation was completed, the black-robed Yanxian, who had been mysterious to the extreme and issued orders from time to time, flew to the top of the formation, and a pitch-black dagger with a short forearm was quietly condensed in his hand.

The little emperor, who was watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes silently, and the next moment his figure suddenly became violent, holding a soft sword and resolutely rushed to the big formation.

The thin purple robe also set off at this time,

Follow the little emperor.

A group of Yanxian who acted as a large formation, constantly exchanged positions, released Yanli to strengthen.

Also at the next time Yanxian exchanged positions, a black and white aura of dead silence, nothingness, quietly swept up.

It was the immortal form of the little emperor, the immortal form of a full blow, bursting out from the weakest position in one place.

It is not easy to act as a script with all your strength, and there is no way to stop this immortal style of going all out.

Of the ten Yanxian, four fell on the spot, and the remaining six were severely injured.

So far, one of the six positions has been shattered under the all-out blow of the little emperor.

It is precisely because of this blow that the entire formation is on the verge of collapse.

Jian Wushuang and Di Qing, who were trapped in the formation, also noticed it, and directly raised the Wu Self True Shadow and the Black Black Treasures again, and finally the entire formation shattered!

"you wanna die!"

The black-robed Yanxian who held the jet-black dagger fell from the top of the great formation, looked at the little emperor angrily, and then suddenly disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

Until the little emperor noticed again, the black robe Yanxian had gathered in front of him again.

The dagger, which was long and narrow and condensed with dark black power, fell directly and easily stabbed into his heart.

There, it is basically the place where Yanxian generally condenses the immortal style.

This sword came for beheading.

The little emperor's pupils suddenly condensed, and then slowly collapsed.

"His Royal Highness!" At this moment, the thin and small purple robe completely lost his temper. He flew over, and the palm of his hand condensed the power of the power to blast towards the black robe Yanxian.

The black-robed Yanxian was also stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he threw the little emperor's immortal body out like throwing garbage, and then fled.

The thin little purple robe caught the little emperor, and the original withered and calm face was full of helplessness, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you..."

"Big companion, tell Jian Wushuang to run away." The little emperor forced his eyes to open, and after uttering the last sentence, he passed out.

The thin purple robe nodded, and after holding him tightly in his arms, he swept up towards Chen Qing.

Jian Wushuang, who had all this scene in his eyes, gradually turned cold, looking at the black-robed Yanxian who wanted to escape, he pursued without any hesitation.

Like a sword of slaughter covered in divine blood, no Yanxian could stop him.

Immediately after Diqing was cut off from Jian Wushuang, the strength that belonged to the rank nine Dayan Immortal was also fully revealed at this moment.

With a thought of mountains and rivers, but within a few breaths, he tied the black robe Yanxian, and then stabbed him with a sword.

"Ugh!"

Heipao Yanxian, who had no time to dodge, was directly cut off by Jian Wushuang's right arm.

He was in pain, and he turned around and slammed it out.

Jian Wushuang did not dodge, but after resisting the blow abruptly, he stabbed with another sword.

Heipao Yanxian cried out in pain, and the sword intent contained in the invisible sword poured into his meridians in an instant to wreak havoc.

"Damn things, today you have one count, one can't live!"

Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice, the invisible sword in his hand shook, and the unparalleled sword intent finally ripped it into powder.

The next moment, an ethereal voice resounded in this broken void.

"What an extremely arrogant junior, whether it is his words or his behavior, he is full of hostility."

The world was silent, and all Yanxian looked at the place where the sound came from.

Di Qing's face was solemn, and he smelled a breath that only belonged to Dayanxian.

The dark red void was torn apart by a crack, and then a middle-aged figure with hands on his back emerged from it.

The aura surging around him was purer and more unfathomable than Yanxian. As he walked, even the broken Heavenly Dao began to slowly mend.

This middle-aged man, dressed in an elegant gown, does not need to be quite elegant and extraordinary.

After coming here, he looked at Jian Wushuang and shook his head slowly, "I really don't like the hostility emanating from you, but in order not to waste my time, you leave here and I will let you live."

Jian Wushuang raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What kind of thing are you?"

The rather elegant middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that a little Yanxian would actually speak to humiliate him.

When he reacted, the elegant gown vibrated suddenly, and an unimaginable power that surpassed Yanxian covered the entire broken void.

Under this kind of pressure, all Yanxian only felt a dull feeling in their hearts, Xianyuan shrank, and even the Yan force circulating in the immortal body was slow to a certain extent.

"What an open-mouthed junior boy, since you beg for death, then this seat will promise you and send you to death!"

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