Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4743: Listen to the typhoon

Silently silent in the heavenly court, Jian Wushuang looked at him, "I'm not wrong, and the punishment is naturally impossible to talk about."

Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "Heaven does not allow blood to be contaminated, but you have killed more than ten Yan Xian. Isn’t it a matter of seeing the rules of heaven as nothing?"

Jian Wushuang calmed himself, "If I don’t use death to deter them, I can’t stand here now. If people don’t commit me, I don’t have to bother, but if people commit me, wipe out the threat, it’s the most important thing. Good choice."

"I don't think which kind of threat, it is not a threat to change a place, whether it is in the heavens or any place."

"All I can do is wipe out these threats by any means."

The heavens were so quiet that the needles could be heard. Only Jian Wushuang's voice was recalling. All the elders looked at them in a fixed manner.

They didn’t expect that this guy who suppresses the Yanxian powerfully in the realm of the realm and sweeps away the threats with his own strength, the words and behavior style are so similar.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne without a word, staring blankly at Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, a great power came quietly in the heavenly court.

Jian Wushuang only felt a burst of indescribable pressure, sinking on every inch of his skin, as if one hundred thousand **** peaks were coming.

He didn’t make a sharp bite of his tongue, and he didn’t even exert his strength, and he resisted it with his physical strength.

Yu Bo, who was standing behind Zhen Wuyang, also raised his muddy eyes at the moment to look at Jian Wushuang, and then watched his nose again.

The little emperor also noticed that when he looked cold, he immediately pulled out the soft sword around his waist, and the sword cut off the pressure.

"Emperor, we are tired, we have to explain things right away, so we can go to sleep... to face the wall." Xiaodijun withdrew his soft sword and looked at Zhenwuyang with a look of anger.

Looking at the little emperor who was not afraid and unscrupulous, Zhen Wuyang was surprisingly not angry, wanted to say something, and finally sighed, without a good air, "Go away."

Little Emperor raised his eyebrows, and then prepared to leave after pulling Jian Wushuang.

"Wait," Zhen Wuyang's magnificent voice sounded again, "Let Yu Chang supervise your face and think about it, and you will regret it."

The old man standing behind Zhen Wuyang ordered his head to walk towards the two step by step, and then issued a restraint with his left and right hands, tying Jian Wushuang and Xiaodijun directly, and then quickly left the heavenly palace and rushed to the wind. station.

When Xiaodijun's figure disappeared, a moment of loneliness flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

"Zhongxianjia, we rarely get together, let's go to the Yuege Pavilion for a drink."

......

"Yu Bo, let me go if I can't do it. Although I have thought about it, I don't have to imprison personal freedom..."

In a magnificent place with thousands of peach blossoms and a breeze, the two are bound together, sitting back to back in a pavilion.

Jian Wushuang is very depressed, but he only slashed a dozen or twenty Yanxian and was punished for ten years.

Although the scenery is excellent, it is a bit uncomfortable to be trapped in this pavilion and sit for another ten years.

The little emperor with his back to back is also helpless. He said something good and did not let Na Yu unblock him.

"Little Emperor, in ten years' time, you should get some sleep." Yu Bo raised his eyes and looked at him, and then he began to realize not far away.

When I saw that Yu Bo was already sitting, Xiaodijun pushed the sword without any trace, and whispered, "I have a soft sword around my waist. You gently pull it out and cut the chain..."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and when he walked, he touched Xiao Emperor's waist.

"The sword is in my belt, what are you doing under my waist?"

"Mistakes, your hands are a bit numb... don't move."

"Can I stay still? That's my itchy flesh."

......

After a hard struggle, Jian Wushuang finally pulled out the soft sword and cut off the chain on Xiao Dijun.

He shook his hand, and the little emperor got up and took the soft sword, also breaking the chain on his body.

"Come on, I will take you to a good place." Little Emperor's rare expression of complacency, and with a wave of his hand, took Jian Wushuang away.

Jian Wushuang was not good to quit. He looked back at Yu Bo, who was still sitting, and then left the pavilion with him.

Just as the two left, Yu Bo slowly opened his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and continued to watch his nose.

The two of them almost blindly said that I was leaving, how could Yu Bo not find out? But he had nothing to stop and allowed them to leave.

As long as you don’t listen to the typhoon, everything is safe.

Xinbu is lingering among these thousands of miles of peach blossom forest, and Jian Wushuang's tense state of mind has been relaxed a little.

From the mouth of the little emperor, I learned that nearly half of all the noble fairies in the nine heavens surrounding the heavens live in this listening typhoon, and the immortal spirits are countless.

It was only over a thousand steps, and Taoxian, who was sitting on the peach branch, took out the beautiful fairy wine.

"Brother Jian, how much wine is there?" He took off two pots of peach blossoms in Taoxian's hands, and Xiaodijun directly gave Jian Wushuang a pot.

"It's okay." Jian Wushuang did not deny it, holding up the thin ear jug ​​and drinking it for a long time.

The wine line with a hint of powder enters the throat, and the sweet and sweet meaning is dispersed in the peach forest.

Little Emperor smiled slightly, and also learned Jian Wushuang, holding up the jug and drinking.

Although it seems that there is only one pot of peach blossom brewed by Taoxian, there are holes in the pot, so it can also hold a thousand pounds.

Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred pounds at once, and then stopped, only to feel transparent, unable to say it was comfortable.

The little emperor on the side was like a whale swallowing a cow, and he drank a jug of wine.

"I said, you're such a drinker, don't panic?" Jian Wushuang asked.

For Yan Xian, who are so extraordinary, such things as liquor, no matter whether they are sincere or not, they are not drunk.

Even if it’s a fairy wine, it’s just a taste of the throat.

But he looked at the little emperor who had a hazy meaning in his eyes, and found that things were not that simple.

"No, are you drunk?" Jian Wushuang asked again.

The little emperor with a red face heard the words and shook his head slowly. "No, I’m not drunk. How can I get drunk in this area."

Listening to the sound of a big tongue, Jian Wushuang was helpless and took the hip flask in his hand.

"Hey, Xiaotaoxian, give this seat a pot again and ask for aging."

"..."

Jian Wushuang never thought that as a Yanxian, she could be drunk by the local liquor.

"Don’t drink you, what will happen to you later, you will be taken back again!"

Thousand pounds of wine enter the abdomen. Although the little emperor is still awake, his feet are already floating.