Chapter 4712

The black robed Yan Xian's eyes coagulated and his killing intention revealed, "old man, you will die today!"

"If you're brave enough, come and take it. Although I'm in decline, crushing you is just like crushing a group of bedbugs."

No more words, there were still twelve Yan immortals, who all went out at the moment, and all the terrible Yan forces that were enough to control a region of heaven poured out.

Jian Wushuang frowns. With his current strength, it's no problem to crush three or five Yan immortals. But now there are twelve Yan immortals working together. Unless the three emperors are summoned, none of them can escape!

However, the three emperors are now his last card to protect his life. In this treacherous Dayan universe, the sword is unparalleled and will never show anyone until the last moment of critical life.

He is confident that even under the siege of so many Yan immortals, he can escape, but xiaodijun and others may never escape.

With one palm, the more powerful Yan force directly drove back nearly 100 ancestors in front of him, led by unparalleled sword, and began to flee to the Tiancheng portal!

Spring and autumn also aroused eight arms and angry eyes at this time. Under each wave and suppression, there are several ancestral level meteorites who can't dodge!

At the moment, a pair of cold eyes were like dropping blood, and his face as pale as tuberculosis became more and more red.

The number of people killed this time is so high that it is obvious that they are really running for his life!

Death was inevitable, but his fate seemed doomed.

With a dark purple terror rising, the thin black robe hunted in the purple robe. Between the two palms, countless purple awns hooked each other and turned into the most slender and straight long knife.

The most common straight cut and swing made the earth crack instantly, and the awn pillars that shook the sky and the earth gushed out, bursting out in those top practices with the smell of destruction.

There was no sound. Even with the death of each top cultivation body, no one made a sound. There was only the tragic situation of fighting.

This is a team with clear goals and strict discipline. Even the sword is unparalleled. Who can have so much energy to organize such a team led by nearly 20 Yan immortals and more than 1000 ancestors.

Is it the emperor?!

There is no answer. The sword at the moment is unparalleled, just like a Ranger swordsman without emotion. Every time the invisible long sword is waved, it can easily harvest several ancestral lives.

After the spring and Autumn period had eight arms and angry eyes, their strength soared and they were barely able to swim in the encirclement.

As for the little emperor, as his face became more and more red, his strength decreased with the naked eye. If he hadn't been protected by a thin purple robe, I'm afraid he would have fallen in the encirclement.

At this moment, all the twelve Yan immortals surrounded the little emperor. It was obvious that they came as long as he had a human life.

The sword not far away was unparalleled, and subconsciously looked back at the first stall. The mysterious stall keeper didn't know when he had disappeared, and didn't even leave a trace.

He quickly rubbed the Tianzi tattooed bone armor with his hand, and the sword matchless quickly stuffed it into the bowl Yang bottle.

At the same time, the voice of the tall and thin old man came into his ears from the bowl Yang bottle, "little friend, what trouble have you encountered? I feel that the outside world has a strong murderous spirit. "

The unparalleled sword smelled the speech and turned into a voice into the bottle with divine knowledge. "It's OK for now. I'm confident I can leave here."

After hearing the speech, the three emperors answered, everything returned to calm.

The Tiancheng in Jingchuan Tianyu began to collapse in a large area. Such a terrible struggle has already attracted law enforcers in this Tianyu.

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

The first middle-aged man in the realm of Yanxian rushed forward, but then he was stopped by ten ancestral levels.

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

The middle-aged man's eyes were gentle at first, and then he suddenly killed without warning. A derivative light column roared ahead and directly smashed the ancestor level into powder.

"Excuse me? What I came here today is your life! "

The heavy voice fell, hundreds of embroidered robes fell into the sky, and suddenly joined the war.

A total of five Yan immortals, when they joined the war, made everyone feel relieved.

"Little emperor, Chen Qing is late. I hope you will forgive me." The middle-aged man held a fairy wind long sword, tore open the siege and came to the little emperor.

The little emperor smiled miserably, "well, it's not too late. The river is so big that only you are willing to save me."

A sword stabbed several ancestral levels. Chen Qing's face was also dignified. "They may also have difficulties."

Without opening his mouth again, the little emperor looked not far away, and the sword that was struggling to tear a hole around him was unparalleled.

He seems to have a choice in his heart and doesn't choose to leave.

From the bottom of his heart, there was a fierce smile, and the little emperor's frown was fierce. Looking at the top practitioners who were surrounded by the sea, he smiled gloomily, and his palms were quietly filled with a touch of dark purple fire.

A dark field sprang up around him, swallowing every inch of the earth quickly and madly.

Countless pavilions turned into powder in this strange field. At the same time, the other black robes in this field were only dark in front of them. The divine body seemed to fall into a mire, and the action began to be a little unnatural.

The thin purple robe with blood dripping all over his body flashed a touch of regret in his eyes when he saw this scene.

In his own field, the little emperor seems to have recovered to his original appearance, and the realm of Yan Xian peak still seems to be climbing.

The sword peerless looked really, and his eyes coagulated. He could feel that the realm of the little emperor seemed to break through the shackles and reach another unimaginable level.

The long hair cut to the shoulder dances in the wind, and the extravagant hunting of mountains and rivers is depicted by gold and silver thread.

With an understatement, the space was fragmented. Before he even reacted, his chest suddenly shrank into a ball, and then he disappeared with the source in his body.

One finger kill!

So people are wide eyed and unbelievable. How terrible will it be to let a Yanxian disappear with just one finger?

Spring and autumn said goodbye. He thought of some past events again.

In the past, the elder who had been serving him in the heavenly court was also shattered and disappeared with the heavenly court, just like this scene now.

With one finger killing Yan Xian, little emperor Sen stared at all the top repairs in front of him.

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