Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4859: No real shadow
Under such an offensive, Zhang Tian could only be defended, even unable to counterattack.
He can only lift his spear flat, blocking the slashing of sword after sword, his heart suffocated.
In just ten breaths, Jian Wushuang slashed more than 36,000 times, causing Zhang Tianping's palm to raise his spear to be dripped with shocking blood.
He said quietly, "Release the fairy style, otherwise in your current situation, I am afraid that self-preservation is extremely difficult."
Zhang Tian’s eyes fluctuated, and his original aura suddenly changed from the previous calmness to a sharp edge.
Thousands of Chi Jinhuamang emerged from his hands with a magnificent violent pressure.
Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat, and his eyes were dignified.
"I don’t know how many years have passed since I realized the fairy style, but I still shoot 3,000 times a day, in order to be able to do everything possible today."
"In a word, blood and hatred are in the body, no matter who is blocking, there is only one end."
Zhang Tian seems to be integrated with the spear in his hand, almost engulfing the void of the pillar.
At this moment, the order of the avenues flowing in the void began to collapse.
"My fairy style is called a bitter wheel. You are not the first Yan Xian you saw, and you will never be the last one."
"At the same time, I also have a hunch that if you end up under my fairy style, my fairy style will be melted, and I will also enter the realm of Dayan fairy."
Jian Wushuang's eyebrows are slightly raised, and the invisible sword is slanted in his hand. "It's useless to say more, come on."
The red-golden stanchions rose into the sky, dispelling the violent wind in the void, Zhang Tian was dancing wildly behind his back, the golden gun was clear in his hand, and a golden wheel over a million feet was condensed from behind him. Now it exudes a strong and untouchable breath.
"All Yanxian and the top repair, back away!" Jian Wushuang shouted loudly.
The Yanxian who were still fighting each other without any hesitation immediately retreated quickly.
At this moment, Chen Qing’s eyes were dignified, and he could feel that Zhang Tian’s blow might not even allow him to respond.
Jian Mushuang, is that okay?
All Yanxian and Dingxiu looked at this scene solemnly. This way of determining the outcome, no matter who wins or loses, it is very important.
"Bitter Wheel, Cover the Sky!"
With Zhang Tian's explosion, the light wheel with a height of more than a million feet behind him sinks and falls, and the void collapses. All Ding Xiu and even Yan Xian were shocked to see this scene.
This side light wheel is really too vast. Almost at the moment of coming, it covers a million miles of void. Even if it is Yan Xian under this fairy style, I am afraid that the charm will be extinct.
Jian Wushuang stood on the spot, looking at the light wheel that covered him, his eyes calm.
"Om..."
Hong Zhong's buzzing resounds in the void, and the red-golden Huamang swallowed everything almost instantly.
The pupil of the little emperor who has receded far away suddenly shrinks, and the subconscious will fly forward.
Chen Qing grabbed him, "Little Emperor, calm down, Brother Jian will not fall like this."
"Even if it is impossible to fall like this, but he is too risky to do so." Little Emperor took a deep breath and then stared forward.
Million feet of suffering wheel aura completely swallowed and covered the sword Wushuang, while Zhang Tian's arm shuddered and threw his spear into the void.
In a flash, a hundred thousand lances were differentiated, and each one hummed in bursts.
"Go!"
He shouted, 100,000 spears, smashed the void, and stabbed from all directions to the center of the bitter wheel.
In the eyes of all top repairs, the ending has become a foregone conclusion.
Including Zhang Tian, the master of Immortal Territory, a smile appeared at this moment.
But this smile didn't show up completely, it solidified.
In the next moment, the real shadow of one hundred thousand lances stopped abruptly on the bitter wheel.
Soon afterwards, a real shadow that was also over one million feet tall appeared!
It was a real shadow with long hair floating in his eyes, and a starry galaxy in the eyebrows was slowly flowing, and his perseverance was magnificent.
That's the true shadow of Jian Wushuang, and the true shadow of me.
Every breathing and breathing seems to be a reincarnation in the universe, and his appearance is like the embodiment of the rules and order of heaven and earth, which makes Yanxian feel the oppression.
Then, the magnificent real shadow, slowly stretched out his palm, lightly brushing the understatement, and 100,000 lances suspended in the void were all destroyed.
And the bitter wheel that bound Jianwushuang's true shadow could not bear the pressure, so as to make up for the cracks.
With a dazzling to ultimate light bursting, the painful wheel is broken!
All Yanxian and Dingxiu covered their eyes at this moment.
When Hua Mang dissipates, everything is bleak.
The huge real shadow looks down, and there is no joy or sorrow in a pair of eyes exuding divine power.
In his palm, a red gold spear like a toothpick had broken into two halves.
All the surviving Yanxian and Dingxiu in the Immortal Territory subconsciously retreated, and all were ashamed.
Zhang Tian's complexion changed again and again, which was originally impossible for a lifetime, and his proud cheeks also had no blood color.
Then he opened his mouth and suddenly vomited a large mouthful of thick blood!
The natal gold gun was destroyed, almost related to his fairy source, and was directly hit by unimaginable damage!
The true shadow of Wuwu slowly disperses, and Jian Wushuang steps down into the air.
At this moment, all Yanxian and Dingxiu in Liutian Realm are full of heart.
Little Emperor raised his soft sword in his hand, and his voice spread across the void, "Suijian Tianguan rushed to kill!"
Jian Wushuang looked at Zhang Tian, who was so desperate, and threw a spear that had been cut into two in front of him.
"You guys, have already lost."
Zhang Tian looked at him stunnedly, without speaking.
At this time, a middle-aged Yan Xian next to him suddenly took a step and said, "No, I didn't lose!"
"Xianyu has been formed since the emperor established the great siyu. It has a deep background, superior heavenly path, and lower Fuze. After several disasters, it has not been destroyed. Even if it is lost today, it will surely be able to win the world. ."
Looking at the middle-aged Yanxian who was still in a hurry, Jian Wushuang could not help but look at it a bit.
After saying that, the middle-aged Yanxian helped Zhang Tian and said softly, "Sect Master, after the rest of the old brothers cut off for you, you immediately go back to the fairyland and ask the emperor for help, Remember that only if life is still alive, everything has a picture."
Zhang Tian looked at him, and had not spoken, he was pushed directly to him by his luck, which was in the fairy array in the void, and disappeared.
After doing all this, the middle-aged Yanxian was also quite indifferent. He pulled out the real sword at his waist, and he was unwilling to confront Wu Jian.
"What is your name?"
"Go to death immediately, even if I tell you, Song Xin."
"Yes, I will remember you."
Sword Wushuang nodded, and an invisible sword quietly condensed in his hand.