Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4721: Entering the heaven

Hundreds of millions of swords, Huanghuang's dynamism pours.

It is impossible for anyone other than Yanxian to be able to cause damage to either side of the world in this great Yanhuan.

Even if it was a sword-unmatched warrior, when it destroyed the Jingchuan at the beginning, it could only use the power of the three emperors to destroy it. This shows the difficulty.

What kind of existence is this sword capable of destroying hundreds of millions of voids?

"A group of guys who don't know the sky and the earth, do you know to protect the environment?" A very impatient voice resounded in the void.

Jian Wushuang gazes at the source of the sound, and sees a hazy figure standing far away, even if it is so far away, he can feel the pressure of a detached cognition. .

However, this figure glowing dimly only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared directly.

"This is just a warning. If you dare to sabotage again and treat all creatures as nothing, then all will disappear."

The sound of dignity rang through the void, and it took a long time to disappear.

Such a terrible sword, such a mysterious figure, are just shocked, and eventually disappeared.

Looking at this sword mark that ripped through the void of hundreds of millions of miles, all Yanxian twitched at the corners of their mouths, which was too domineering.

This indiscriminate attack directly slashed nearly 20 Yanxian. If it wasn’t for Sword Warrior’s attack, he dragged the little emperor back, fearing that both would also fall into the trap.

After recovering from the shock, looking at the dozen or so Yanxian left in front of him, Jian Wushuang sneered at the corner of his mouth.

It was originally a one-sided suppression situation. Under the sword of the mysterious man, it was directly reversed.

In addition to Jian Wushuang, there are six Yanxian, a ancestor level left, and only 12 Yanxian left.

He and Chen Qing alone can almost resist the twelve Yanxian, not to mention the help of Xiaodijun and the thin purple robe?

The Yin Rou Yan Xian, who has no heart to fight anymore, trembles and shouts to quickly retreat, so she will escape regardless of preparation.

An extremely dark vine, as if growing from nothingness, quietly clings to him with a rich death.

The surrounding void seemed to stagnate, and even the strength in the body was stiff.

The great horror between life and death made this feminine and immortal horror, "Come on, save me!"

But the rest of Yan Xian, who had fled in abundance, did not look at him, and they were all scattered in the void and disappeared.

What awaits him is an extremely horrifying god.

Yin Rou Yan Xian turned back hard and couldn't even speak.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." Little Emperor looked somber, holding a real sword.

He heard the words, boarded and rejoiced in his heart, his tongue was cut, and it can grow up to thousands of years, and at least one life can be left.

The Yin Rou Yan Xian sticks out her tongue right now, and it is ambiguous, "Thank you, thank you little emperor."

The blade was cut across and the tongue was immediately cut off.

He groaned, the blood spewed in his mouth, before he closed his mouth, another sword, directly pierced through his face door, the terrifying diffusive force emerged from the blade of the sword, and the whole head and the fairy source Deep fry.

Jian Wushuang stepped back half a step, frowning slightly.

This little emperor has too much murderous heart, which can be seen.

Without the head and the immortality of Immortal Origin, the fairy fell silently into the void of nothingness.

The entire void, leaving only the fragments of Yanxian's remains, floating silently.

The real sword is in the sheath, and the little emperor slowly turns around. He raises his eyebrows and glances at Jianwushuang.

Then he passed out directly.

The thin purple robe seemed to have been expected, hugged the little emperor, and ran straight to the unbroken imperial dragon.

Chen Qing smiled bitterly, "The old problem has been committed again."

There is no pointless questioning, Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu rush to the rest of the imperial court.

In this fierce battle, there were only three barely usable ten of the original ten imperial battleships, but they were those fine eared beasts like dragons and sheep, with few casualties.

Chen Qing lags behind after wielding his gloves before leaving.

Having been intercepted halfway, there are only six people left, which is not terrible. Without the mysterious man arranging his hands, I am afraid that today will be another nine-death situation.

At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. How did he live to the present under the interception of layers?

Yuyong is moving forward, and sitting at the same time with Jianwushuang is only Chunqiu.

"I said Brother Jian, is there any hidden illness in Gongzi Yan? Did you just see it? This is the second time." Chunqiu whispered.

Jian Wushuang thought for a while, and then said, "Do not rule out this possibility. According to these three and five interceptions, it is already a miracle to survive."

Chunqiu heard the words and held the forehead with his hands. "I really can't believe it. I, who wanted to put him to death, stood with him at the moment."

Jian Wushuang smiled, "When the time is right, let's not leave too late."

"It can only be like this." Chunqiu nodded helplessly, and then whispered, "However, we know that he has a dark disease and it is easy to deal with. If one day he really wants to tear his face, he can also be hit with it. ."

He shook his head and stopped talking.

There was only a faint whistle of wind blowing in his ears.

It was a journey of more than twenty days in a row, and there was no accident on the following journey.

The void that appears nothingness around is gradually replaced by the sky filled with vast power on one side.

It is so rich that it condenses into essence, and the breath of spirits spreads in the void.

Colorful shadows stretch across the heavens, erecting on this side of the heaven.

Walking through this place makes people feel dreamy and relaxed.

Waving the curtain in front of the window, Rao Shijian Wushuang sighed after seeing this scene.

The Nine-Fang Super Celestial Realm is in the form of a portal, setting off the center of the more vast heavenly court like the stars.

There are thousands of waterfalls, like jade belts flowing down from the edge of the court.

"Brother Jian, this should be the heaven of true Wuyang." Chunqiu looked solemn.

Then, there was an uneasy restlessness in the bottle-yang bottle. The stopper was gently opened, and then the voice of the three emperors rang loudly.

"What happened to Xiaoyou, how do I feel something is wrong here?"

"Why is this kind of breath so familiar, which makes me inexplicably irritable."

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and whispered, "Three seniors, we should now enter Zhenwuyang's heavenly court."

"..."

"What? Xiaoyou, do you want to go straight to Zhenwuyang Laowo? The true shadow of this emperor has not been restored!"