Chapter 4711

If the little emperor dies in this siege, the promise between him and them will not count. He will also know it all and go to find everything hidden behind the fog.

All kinds of thoughts came to my mind. Jianwushuang didn't make any statement.

At this moment, all the top repairs in the Heavenly City have fled. In the vast city, there is only the sound of breathing.

Nearly a thousand figures came from all directions, and there was a sense of killing in caution.

The deriving force connected with each other turns into the strongest cage, enveloping the whole Heavenly City in it.

The little emperor was very calm. Standing in his original place, he straightened his extravagant clothes with both hands. Then he tightened the jade belt around his waist and pulled out a slender soft sword.

It was the first time for jianwushuang to see his hand, and a unique lonely and cold breath surged.

Then, the little emperor lifted the soft sword in his hand and cut off the long hair at the back of his head to his waist without hesitation.

All the bodies retreated half a step without trace, and the eyes with Sen Leng's death intention were still unabated.

"Let you know our whereabouts. It's our carelessness. But if you want our life, let's see if you have that qualification."

The little emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long hair cut off in his hand fell to the ground.

The silent battle began quietly!

With one sword, the supreme power was like a startling dragon running and plundering, directly crashing at the nearest man in black robe.

Those with a weak realm were hanged on the spot by the sword idea transformed by Yan Li.

Holding a slender soft sword, the little emperor Wan entered the uninhabited land. When a sword was cut out, another palm came out.

Just a few seconds later, dozens of ancestors fell into his hands.

However, when the nearly 15 Yan immortals surrounded him, the little emperor who had the upper hand was inferior.

At most, he is just the peak of Yanxian. How can he resist the killing moves of 15 Yanxian?

One finger hit, right in his waist and abdomen, the little emperor took a deep step back, and a touch of red appeared on both sides of his cheeks at the same time.

Luxury clothes were torn, and a thread of God's blood overflowed.

At the same time, the fifteen immortals and the fifteen supreme derivative powers were combined and shot at the little emperor.

At the moment of life and death, the sword was unparalleled, but it took a palm with surging sword meaning, directly crossed him and hit forward!

The polar day flashed, and the layers of shock waves made Zu level unable to take action in the center of the explosion.

One against fifteen!

The sword took a heavy step back, completely offsetting the joint attack of the fifteen Yan immortals.

The little emperor opened his eyes and looked at him with some meaning.

"If you don't want to die, try your best to get out of here." The sword matchless did not turn back, and his voice was low.

The little emperor heard the speech and smiled, "understand."

Fifteen Yan immortals who were also defeated looked at each other, ran forward again, and surrounded the three with more violent Yan force than before.

Jianwushuang obviously didn't want to fight a protracted war. In order to cause more extensive damage at the first time, he directly released the Tianmen gate of the ancestral warlock power world.

Covering the sky means breaking the cage barrier on the sky, just like thousands of big suns falling.

All black robed people feel a strong sense of crisis and try to avoid it.

However, when the Tianmen gate of the power world was completely released, hundreds of ancestors who tried to resist fell on the spot and turned into powder!

With the pavilions in Tiancheng under this pattern, a gap was forcibly wiped out.

With the disappearance of the Tianmen gate of the power world, a more majestic horror Kendo poured out and turned into a long river of kendo!

Some ancestors fell on the spot, and even a black robed Yan immortal was accidentally cut off half of the divine body.

The little emperor was on the side of the sword, and his extravagant clothes were floating. He could easily seize any ancestor level that came up.

Three to thousands, this is impossible and crazy.

Although Zu level could not do much damage to jianwushuang and xiaodijun, the fifteen Yan immortals still caused great trouble to them because they attracted damage.

A sword lures and kills the first Yan Xian who approaches. The sword is unparalleled. It directly releases the vast sword meaning and tries to block them.

At the same time, more than ten purple robes rushed over from far to near.

"Little emperor, the big companion is late." The thin purple robe directly shook away a group of ancestral levels and stood in front of the little emperor.

"It's not too late. It's just right," said the little emperor with a deep smile, "and rush out with me!"

After the words, the vigorous Yan force rises from the sky and sweeps the four fields!

The spring and autumn supported him hard, but he was at the ancestral level. I'm afraid he would have been hanged to powder without the unparalleled protection of the sword.

Unwilling to be here in the spring and Autumn period, he reached out and took out the eight arm painted pottery given to him by jianwushuang.

In the spring and Autumn period, the eight arm painted pottery rose to meet the storm, but in a flash, it grew into an eight arm angry arhat shaking the sky and the earth.

"Yes!" Spring and autumn smiled excitedly. Even the unparalleled sword dared not underestimate the terrible strength of the eight arm anger.

The complete eight arm angry eyes are almost at the same level as the whirling father.

For some reason, the whirling old ancestor was far beyond the peak of ordinary immortality, reaching a more profound and mysterious realm.

The eight arm angry eyes have naturally exceeded the peak of Yan Xian and reached a certain unknown level.

Looking at this almost ugly body shape, all black robed people subconsciously stopped for a moment.

That is, at this moment, a total of eight black gold palms smashed and fell towards the earth with an irresistible trend.

"Boom!"

The origin of Youyan immortal was crushed on the spot because he couldn't dodge. The ancestral level even lost his body and soul, turned into nourishment and was absorbed by the eight arms and angry eyes.

"Brother Jian, go!" Spring and autumn turned his head and shouted, "it's too late if you don't go again!"

Jianwushuang nodded and reached out to summon Tianmen's extreme attainments to strive for the opportunity to escape.

The giant palm covering the sky, which is made of thousands of divine soldiers, comes from the gate of heaven and falls to the ground.

A group of Yanxian immortals who already knew their power directly and tacitly dispersed, and their bodies rushed in all directions, timely blocking the retreat of several people.

Hua mang subsided, and there were still thousands of black robes. Their bodies were like the deep sea, oppressing and breathless.

One of the black robed Yan immortals took a step forward, pointed to the little emperor, and then said in a jar, "leave him. Any of you can leave here. I will never stop him."

In the spring and Autumn period, Xiang Jian is unparalleled. He has some urgency in his eyes. It is obviously very good for him to see the dead enemy besieged and killed with his own eyes.

But before the sword could speak, the thin purple robe took a step first, slowly pulled down the hood on his head and revealed an old cheek full of gully scars, "if you want to take the life of the eldest childe, you must pass the old man's pass. Even your master can't do it, not to mention you bastards?"