Chapter 4685?

The potential is shocking, but it is like tearing a towel and tearing silk, dense and silent.

The 100,000 Absolute Sword stabbed into the dark chest without missing a single sword.

The unimaginable power directly blew his entire body into powder.

Chunqiu was so shocked that he unconsciously took a half step back.

With all his swords out, Jian Wushuang did not relax at all, watching the center of the martyrdom with vigilance.

Immediately afterwards, the jet-black figure that was blown into powder slowly condensed, and an unprecedented aura surged up.

The abyss in the hinterland of Montenegro is beginning to boil!

The dark figure condensed out, and a pair of mung bean small eyes flashed with fury.

He waved his hand abruptly, and hundreds of vines condensed by Yan force swept forward.

Chunqiu was startled and said anxiously, "Jian Wushuang, get out of the way!"

The voice fell, and hundreds of vines formed a cage and directly slammed the two into it.

At the same time the vines begin to rapidly secrete mucus, ready to digest them.

Chun Qiu stretched out his hand and turned over, a dagger appeared in his palm, and then stabbed the vines under him fiercely.

However, the vines didn't move at all. Instead, due to too much force, the dagger ripped open a bone-deep wound in his palm.

Chunqiu gasped and looked at Jian Wushuang nervously.

Due to excessive spellcasting, the imprisoning force in the chain iron plate around his neck almost crushed Jian Wushuang's soul.

The power in the body is being eroded by the chains and iron cards at an extremely fast speed.

Jian Wushuang reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still indifferent.

Then the invisible sword in his hand trembled, like a trickle of power, turned into more than ten slashes, slashing at the vines.

"laugh……"

Like a hot knife into butter, it rose up with a faint smell, and the vines under his feet were directly cut into a big hole.

Then Jian Wushuang directly picked up Chunqiu,

Escape from the cage.

An extremely angry low roar resounded, and the dark figure stared fiercely at the two of them.

"The despicable prisoners, who made you dare to rebel against this seat? Now come here obediently and let this seat eat you, it's better than refining you into wicked souls later."

Chun Qiu spit out a mouthful of saliva immediately, and said disdainfully, "It's just you? Now let us out honestly, and I can spare your life."

At this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly stretched out his hand to support Chun Qiu's shoulder, and his body was shaky.

Seeing this, Chunqiu's complexion changed greatly, and he dragged Jian Wushuang back quickly without thinking.

The dark figure gave a gloomy smile, the sleeves of his robe were turned up, and a small black flag rose to meet the storm, and at the same time, countless souls of prisoners who were swallowed up rushed out.

The small flag, which resembled a soul-calling flag, was waved every time it was waved, and the blood mist gushed out like a deep abyss.

Jian Wushuang, who was like a god in the last moment, has now weakened, which made Chunqiu, who was uttering mad words, terrified.

But the Yanli belonging to Yanxianjing was really too terrifying, and almost instantly swallowed up all of Chunqiu's offensive.

Chunqiu's face was as pale as earth, and he was about to fold here, but Jian Wushuang, who was like a gossamer beside him, whispered, "Clown jumping on the beam."

In the next moment, an indescribable, yet pure and extremely pure force of power rose up.

Jian Wushuang changed his previous tired state, and his figure stood in the void, looking at the dead soul that was as deep as a prison without fear.

Then, reach forward with your palm and hold it from afar!

The most dazzling Huamang appeared in Tianmen Jiyi, like countless rounds of fierce sun shining, illuminating the abyss in the hinterland of Montenegro.

Under this brilliance, the dark soul living in the black light began to twist and mourn.

Countless gods and gods were intertwined with each other, forming a big palm that covered the sky and suppressed them down.

The stone walls of the Black Mountain couldn't bear that kind of power and began to crack in a large area.

An apocalyptic scene appeared, the mountain crumbled, and even the artificially built plank road collapsed together, like mountains and rivers pouring down, a brain shattered.

The jet-black figure holding the flag flag saw this, his small eyes twitched, knowing that he was in trouble, and when his figure flashed, he was ready to escape.

However, wherever the sun shines, it seems that a layer of invisible enchantment has risen, blocking all the breath in it.

The pitch-black figure was terrifying, and it was a matter of life and death. He no longer dared to hide his secrets. With a wave of his arms, the surging power turned into a black light, and he attacked Jian Wushuang head-on.

However, Jian Wushuang just raised his hand and waved, and all the black lights were destroyed in the heavenly gate.

The energies of light and darkness surged, and the dark figure could no longer calm down, and madly urged the supreme supernatural power to smash the guy like a monster.

But the various supernatural powers disintegrated on their own before they touched Jian Wushuang.

Only Chun Qiu, who was watching from a distance, could see it clearly. All the attacks of the pitch-black body were resolved by Jian Wushuang's own glow, and he didn't even have to use his hands!

This is too terrifying, I am afraid that this guy can't even check and balance the emperor!

Covering the sky with a big palm, it formed a world of its own, and in the end, it all covered the entire body of the pitch-black figure.

The screams resounded, and endless black light escaped.

Jian Wushuang watched this scene calmly from beginning to end.

When the extreme day and the black light dissipated together, he stretched out his hand and shook it, as if he had expected what was about to happen, and grabbed a thick black light.

"Let go, let me go!" The rich black mang struggled violently in Jian Wu's hands, and soon condensed a figure that was almost nothing.

The pitch-black figure, which was already frightened, was completely destroyed by the force, and barely retained a breath.

"Let me go, all my treasures will be yours." The dark figure mournfully said, and at the same time, the treasures containing great power were pulled out of his arms by him and presented to Jian Wushuang.

The aquarium gourd, the octagonal talisman, the black copper mask, etc., just swept away a little, and Jian Wushuang understood that these treasures were even weaker than the extreme ancestors in the divine power universe!

But you must know that there are only seven ancestral soldiers of the extreme way, and now this guy has taken out more than ten pieces of supreme treasures in a series.

Rao Yi Jian Wushuang's concentration has been slightly shaken.

"As long as you let me go, these are all yours." The dark figure trembled.

However, Jian Wushuang just gave him a cold look, the palm of his hand suddenly exerted force, and the black origin was shattered in an instant.

The dark figure didn't even have time to ask for mercy, and he completely disappeared.

Beyond the ancestral realm of Yanxian, he died tragically in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

This is also the first Yanxian to die in his hands.

With the disappearance of the pitch-black figure, the entire Tongtian Montenegro was without the mountain spirit, and finally completely collapsed, and countless stones fell down.

Spring and Autumn, who had recovered from the shock, waved his hand to pick up a space and blocked the stones, "Come on, this whole mountain is about to collapse!"

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