Chapter 4707? Chen Qing

The black robe Yanxian's eyes narrowed, and the killing intent revealed, "Old guy, you will die today!"

"Come and take it if you are brave enough. Although the old man's power has declined, crushing you is just like crushing a bunch of bugs."

Without speaking again, there are still twelve Yanxian left, all of them are dispatched at this moment, and the terrifying force that is enough to control one side of the sky is all poured out.

Jian Wushuang frowned. With his current strength, it is no problem to crush three or five ordinary Yanxian, but now there are twelve Yanxian together, unless the three emperors are called out, otherwise they have one. Forget it, not one can escape!

But the three emperors are now his last life-saving trump card. In this wave of turbulent days, Jian Wushuang will never show his life until the last moment of his life.

He was confident that he would be able to escape even if he was surrounded by so many Yanxian, but Xiaodijun and others probably had no chance of escaping.

With one palm out, the more vigorous Yan Li directly pushed back the nearly 100 ancestors in front of him, led by Jian Wushuang, and began to flee towards the Tiancheng portal!

Chunqiu also called out the eight-armed angry eyes at this time, and every time he waved his hand to suppress, there were several ancestors who could not dodge!

At this moment, the little emperor's cold eyes were like dripping blood, and his pale, sickly-like face became more and more red.

The number of people who were besieged and killed this time was so high, it was obvious that they were really rushing to kill him!

A death battle is inevitable, but his fate seems to be doomed.

Accompanied by a dark purple terrifying power rising, the thin black robe was surrounded by purple robes, and between the palms, countless purple awns were linked to each other, turning into the thinnest and straightest long knife.

The most ordinary straight slash was swept out, but the earth cracked instantly, and the shocking beams spewed out, bursting open among those top repairs with an aura of destruction.

There is no sound, even with the death of every top cultivator, no one makes a sound, and some are just the tragic situation of fighting.

This is a team with clear goals and strict discipline. Even Jian Wushuang can't imagine who can have such great energy to organize such a team led by nearly 20 Yanxian and more than 1,000 ancestors. 's team.

Is it the emperor? !

There is no answer. At this moment, Jian Wushuang is like a ranger swordsman without emotion. Every time he swings the invisible long sword in his hand,

It is easy to harvest several ancestor-level lives.

However, after Chunqiu had eight-armed glaring eyes, his strength skyrocketed, and he was barely able to walk in the encirclement.

As for the little emperor, as his face became more and more red, his strength decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it wasn't for the close protection of the thin purple robe, I'm afraid he would have perished in the encirclement.

Twelve Yanxian, all surrounded the little emperor at this moment, obviously rushing to only need his life.

Jian Wushuang, who was not far away, subconsciously glanced back at the first pavilion. The extremely mysterious stall guard had disappeared at some point, leaving no trace.

Quickly rubbing the Tianzi-patterned bone armor with his hand, Jian Wushuang quickly stuffed it into the Boyang bottle.

At the same time, the tall and thin old man's voice came into his ears from the Boyang bottle, "Little friend, what trouble have you encountered? I can sense that the outside world has a strong murderous aura."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and used his divine sense to transform it into a voice into the bottle, "It's okay for now, I'm confident that I can leave this place."

After hearing the words, the three emperors responded and everything returned to calm.

The Tiancheng in the Jingchuan Tianyu began to collapse on a large scale, and such a terrifying battle had already attracted the law enforcers in this Tianyu.

Nearly a hundred strong figures in embroidered robes came from all directions.

The middle-aged man who led the first stage of the Immortal Realm galloped forward, but was stopped by more than a dozen ancestors.

One of the ancestors faintly showed a golden seal, and said in a urn, "Idlers retreat."

The middle-aged man's gaze was calm at first, and then there was no sign of a violent murderous intent, and a beam of power beam suddenly slammed in front, directly smashing the ancestor level into powder.

"Idlers retreat? What I want here today is your life!"

Shen Chen's voice fell, and hundreds of embroidered robes fell into the sky, joining the battle abruptly.

A total of five Yanxian, the moment they joined the battle, made everyone feel relieved.

"Little Emperor, Chen Qing is late, and I hope you forgive me." The middle-aged man held a long sword surrounded by immortal energy, and abruptly tore open the siege and came to the little Emperor.

The little emperor smiled miserably, "Okay, it's not too late, this Jingchuan is so big, you are the only one who is willing to save me."

With one sword flying over several ancestors, Chen Qing's expression was also solemn, "They may also have difficulties."

Without speaking again, the little emperor turned his gaze to not far away, Jian Wushuang, who was struggling to tear open a hole in the siege.

He, who has been silent for a long time, seems to have made a choice in his heart and has not chosen to leave.

A sternness surged up from the bottom of his heart, and the little emperor's frowning brows suddenly sharpened. Looking at the top cultivators who were surrounded like sea water, he smiled gloomily, and a dark purple flame quietly surged from his palms.

A dark-colored domain sprang up with him as the center, consuming every inch of the earth quickly and frantically.

Countless pavilions have turned into powder in this strange realm. At the same time, the rest of the black-robed top cultivators in this realm only feel that their eyes are dark, and their gods seem to be stuck in a quagmire, and their actions begin to be a little unnatural.

Seeing this scene, the thin little purple robe, covered in blood, flashed a trace of regret in his eyes.

In his own domain, the little emperor seems to have returned to his original appearance, and the realm of the peak of Yanxian seems to be still climbing.

Jian Wushuang saw it clearly, and his eyes narrowed. He could feel that the realm of the little emperor seemed to break through the shackles in the dark, reaching another incredible level.

The long hair that was cut off to the shoulders fluttered in the wind, and the luxurious clothes of the mountains and rivers were depicted by gold and silver threads.

He pointed out with a single finger, and the space was fragmented. The nearest Yanxian didn't even react, and his chest suddenly shrank into a ball, and then even the source in his body was annihilated.

Kill with one finger!

So people opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe it. With just one finger, a Yanxian could be wiped out. How terrifying would this be?

Chunqiu turned his face away, and he recalled some past events.

In the past, the elder who served him in the Heavenly Court was also smashed to the ground like this scene, and died together with Heavenly Court.

Along with killing Yanxian with one finger, the little emperor stared coldly at all the top cultivators in front of him.

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