Chapter 4955? Zhenwu Emperor

As the sound of this endless majesty resounded, the two Dayan Immortals holding the halberd burst out of the void.

Two rank three Dayan Immortals!

Jian Wushuang was instantly vigilant, and an invisible sword condensed in his palm.

"Whoever breaks into heaven with a sword, die!"

The two Dayan immortals holding the halberd burst out, and the eyes burst with cold light!

In the face of the two rank three Dayan Immortals, Jian Wushuang was still in the grip of a ban, but at this time he was unavoidable, and there was only one battle!

The two halberds crossed, and an incomparable ray burst out in an instant!

These two Heavenly Court gatekeepers did not even ask the reason, and directly shot and killed.

Jian Wushuang had to deal with it.

The sword edge slashed, and 36,000 sword intents rose up, all strangling forward.

Jian Wushuang, who realized his strongest sword intent, has now reached another unprecedented level of control over kendo and sword intent.

Not only kendo, wrapping ancestral skills, and immortal style are one step closer.

If it weren't for the lack of Xianyuan, Jian Wushuang was confident that he would be able to enter the realm of Dayan Immortal as early as after the battle with Jiutian Xianjun Changduoling!

But there is no if, and now he is still only the peak of Yanxian.

However, his Yanxian has the terrifying strength to be able to kill Dayanxian.

In the face of the cold light coming from the blast, 36,000 sword intents strangled away from all directions.

"Boom!"

In front of the heavenly court, the most magnificent sacrificial explosion broke out.

The two Heavenly Court gatekeepers stepped back together, and their eyes became cautious and solemn.

Jian Wushuang picked up his long sword and stood on the spot, without chasing after the victory, "I have no intention of entering the heaven, but this is the only way for me to go out. If you can tell me other ways to leave, I will definitely leave here."

Hearing what he said, the two gatekeepers looked at each other, and there was less murder in their eyes.

finally,

An elderly Dayan Xian took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Just go back, you won't disturb the emperor's sleep. Once the emperor wakes up, no one can save you."

"I don't mean to bother, but I'm afraid this is the only way I must go. I can only leave from here, so I can't retreat."

Jian Wushuang did not retreat at all, and said in a condensed voice.

"Bold, how dare you be so arrogant as a little Yanxian? Aren't you afraid that this seat will kill you on the spot?"

He still stood there and said in a low voice, "You can't kill me."

"Extremely arrogant!" The gatekeeper laughed in anger, and the halberd in his hand was about to smash at Jian Wushuang.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The sky halberd held high above Jian Wushuang's head, no matter how difficult it is to get in half an inch, as if there is some invisible heavenly way that binds him.

Even if his face turned red, he couldn't go any further.

Jian Wushuang was also a little strange. He didn't release any power and sword intent to block it, but the gatekeeper didn't look like he was fake, but was really restrained.

The next moment, the giant gate of heaven, which seemed to have been silent for countless years, slowly opened, reflecting the endless brilliance.

The expressions of the two gatekeepers changed dramatically, and without even thinking about it, they knelt heavily in front of the heavenly court, not even daring to lift their heads.

The brilliance dissipated in an instant, and everything returned to calm.

"come in……"

A low voice resounded from the heavenly court with an ethereal voice above the Dao of Heaven.

Jian Wushuang trembled unconsciously in his heart.

"One, a living emperor?!"

He couldn't believe it. Could it be that in this boundless sea, a monarch was really sealed? !

Suppressing the spiritual thoughts that could not be calmed down, Jian Wushuang finally decided to step into the heaven.

He has already held a decisive mentality. If the emperor does not intend to let him go, the big deal is death, at least he can be reborn in the future.

As he stepped into the heavenly court, the warm jade ground beneath his feet quietly lit up, and then illuminated the entire heavenly court.

The heavenly court is vast and vast, there are no columns of mountains and seas listed, and there are no desks to be seated in sequence, and some are only empty.

Jian Wushuang was in this heaven, and inexplicably felt a chill in his heart.

"You came……"

The endless majestic and ethereal voice resounded in this heaven, and he couldn't realize where the voice came from for a while.

"You are the first visitor I have seen since Shenmian, and as early as a few years ago, I had expected such a day."

As the voice fell, a figure of an emperor robe slowly walked out from the depths of the heaven.

The unspeakable Heavenly Dao aura circulated around him, making people dare not look directly at him with just one glance.

And Jian Wushuang also saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something unbelievable.

The figure of the emperor wearing the emperor's clothes is exactly the same as that of Zhenwuyang!

Whether it is the face, body shape, or the breath flowing around the body, it is exactly the same as that of Zhenwuyang, just like it was carved out of a mold!

"Do you think I'm very familiar, exactly the same as the emperor in your heart?"

The emperor slowly came to Jian Wushuang, and said calmly and slowly.

Jian Wushuang was shocked and said solemnly, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Of course, everything I want to know cannot be hidden." He continued, with a pair of true eyes that seemed to be able to see through Jian Wushuang completely.

And Jian Wushuang couldn't help but secretly panic, if it was true, it would be too terrifying.

The emperor continued, "I predicted this scene several years ago, but what I didn't expect was that the visitor would be a trivial Yanxian."

"Have you ever been to Heaven?"

Faced with the question, Jian Wushuang pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "I've been there."

"Have you seen Zhen Wuyang?"

"I have seen."

"Do you think I'm somewhat similar to him?"

Jian Wushuang nodded again and muttered to himself, "It's not just a little bit similar, it's almost exactly the same..."

"I also know myself, exactly the same as Zhen Wuyang, do you want to know why?"

The emperor smiled slightly, although his face was no longer young, he could still see endless heroism.

He seemed to be caught in a memory, and his true eyes crossed Jian Wushuang and looked into the distance.

"His name is Zhenwuyang, and my name is Zhenwu."

"However, Wanjie Tianyu only knows the real Emperor Yang, but not the real Emperor."

"In other words, I am him and he is me."

Jian Wushuang was completely shocked after hearing this sentence. How could an emperor be able to separate two different individuals?

Which of them is true and which is false?

"There is no true or false between us, it's just two different images." He, whose name is Zhenwu Dijun, said slowly, which was regarded as answering the doubts in his heart for Jian Wushuang.