Chapter 4718

Jianwushuang nodded and saw that Chunqiu's mood was not high, but he didn't say anything more. He came out of the Dugu Aotian together.

In the little solitary sky, on the clouds in the sky, the sword peerless looked at him and said, "want to kill the little emperor for revenge?"

Spring and autumn was stunned, and then shook his head slightly, "although he is also the guy I want to kill on the spot, compared with others, I would like to be the first to personally cut his emperor's father!"

Jianwushuang knew that there must be a secret happiness hidden in it. As early as earlier, he knew that the spring and Autumn period was not an ordinary top repair, but the son of a Heavenly Emperor.

"My emperor's father, Emperor Feng Huadi, fell into the hands of zhenwuyang, and the whole heaven was shattered. Finally, I was left alone and became a prisoner."

The past has long been unknown, but it is still like a chain around the spring and Autumn period, which makes him fall into resentment all the time.

Although he wanted to see real Wuyang at the moment, it's sad that he didn't even have the qualification to see him. He didn't even know where the heaven was.

Jianwushuang did not give a sound of comfort, but put his palm on Chunqiu's shoulder and patted it gently.

Chunqiu looked at him gratefully and said slowly, "brother Jian, if you didn't appear, I'm afraid I'm still a prisoner in the dark black mountain. I remember all my kindness in my heart until I die."

The sword said in a faint voice, "live well and constantly improve your strength, so that you can cut the enemy one day."

Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "brother Jian, don't worry, I believe there will be such a day."

"In addition," he hesitated suddenly and said after a moment, "brother Jian, if one day, will you help him?"

In the spring and Autumn period, he naturally refers to the little emperor.

At that time, I'm afraid I've already left here. Everything you worry about won't happen. What you need most now is to constantly enhance your strength

Spring and autumn nodded, then took out the palm sized eight arm angry eyes from his arms and returned them to the sword without two sides. "Brother Jian, I'd better give it back to you. Only in front of the stronger can we give full play to its strongest strength."

The sword peerless smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed the eight arms back, "this thing is not very useful to me. It can also be used as self-defense for you, but don't rely too much."

Spring and autumn no longer refused, and carefully stuffed his eight arms and angry eyes back into his arms.

"Spring and autumn, the emperor you said is the realm after Yanxian, or is it just a title?"

On this question, jianwushuang had never asked before. Today, he suddenly sounded and planned to ask.

Although he has not yet set foot in Yanxian in the spring and Autumn period, he is a real son of the emperor. Naturally, he knows something better than jianwushuang.

Hearing the speech in the spring and Autumn period, he said carefully, "the emperor is actually a respectful title, not a realm, but a real watershed."

"When I was young, I heard the admonition of the emperor's father. I vaguely know that if I want to be an emperor, I have good luck, the road to form the heaven, and my own realm are indispensable."

"The most important step to become an emperor is to enter that level, but," the memory of spring and autumn seems vague, "I seem to have forgotten what level it is."

Jianwushuang nodded. He had already realized that the real souls of the three emperors who first contacted had taken the step of Yanxian.

I'm afraid that if you want to be an emperor who creates a heaven, you really need to step out of the mysterious realm of Yanxian.

As for what realm there is, jianwushuang is blind. He can only move forward and understand carefully.

At present, he has the true Shadow of the three emperors, which is enough to protect himself in any strong force.

There was no big sun hanging on the sky of the little solitary sky, but it was never dark. It was always a quiet day, which was very similar to the scene in the downhill sky.

After a few days of casual discussion with the spring and Autumn period, jianwushuang began to practice.

He took out from his arms several original copies of Kendo that he had bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng before.

Looking at the traces of the true face after the ancient vicissitudes, Jian unparalleled estimated that the age of these orphans would be tens of thousands of his years.

A total of four isolated books, the ancient flavor sealed on them has long been seriously consumed. Almost with a flick, the mark dissipated with the wind.

These four single copies were selected by him from various Yan immortals at random, which is the oldest Kendo in Dayan universe.

Three of them are the most basic foundation of teaching Kendo, which is of great benefit to practitioners of kendo. From the residual breath of these isolated books, the writers have reached the realm of immortality when they created these kendo.

Like a long whale absorbing water, he quickly absorbed the knowledge of Kendo in the three single books. Jianwushuang finally looked at the last book.

The two simple and sharp characters of sword collection seem to be written on the front page casually with a straw stick dipped in ink.

Jian Wushuang wondered. It seemed that he had bought this isolated book from a vendor, which made him forget. He didn't remember it at all.

Leaving aside his thoughts, he waved to open the first page.

What comes into view is a blank.

On the withered and yellow paper with dark cyan, not even half a word appeared.

Sword matchless's heart clicked, "no, did you meet a profiteer here?"

Not believing in evil, he quickly turned over and over to check it.

Finally came to the conclusion that he was cheated by unscrupulous businessmen.

This is a wordless book at all.

The sword is matchless. After probing again with derivative force and determining that it is worthless, it is ready to be discarded.

However, the next moment, there is a touch of warm and cool breath in your hand. If you don't carefully observe it, you can't find it.

He subconsciously looked at the sword collection in his hand. A breath of Fairy Spirit was dense to the extreme, just like clouds and smoke. He just rotated on the single book for a moment, and then fell into the book.

As if aware of something, jianwushuang quickly opened the wordless heavenly book in his hand again.

On the withered and yellow paper with dark cyan, the breath of immortality is dense to the extreme, like a startling dragon the size of a finger hovering on the paper.

Jian Wushuang's eyes opened to the largest, and some could not guess where this familiar and strange breath came from.

Soon, the breath as fine as a swimming cloud suddenly condensed and suddenly turned into a body shape the size of a fingernail.

He held his breath completely, and the scene seemed mysterious at the moment.

The thumb sized figure is extremely small, but the white shirt he is wearing looks immortal and has the style of a generation of masters.

Although the villain transformed by clouds and smoke has no facial features, the breath he reveals makes the sword unparalleled and familiar. It is the feeling of an old friend.