Chapter 4725

One Yanxian couldn't step back. He was squeezed into powder by the Tianmen gate of the power world on the spot, and the Xianyuan was broken.

The battlefield of anxious fighting was immediately empty, and more than ten Yan immortals all looked at the sword with vigilance.

That mysterious magic power contains so vast.

On the other side, Chen Qing is killing, and each blow is enough to hit several Yanxian who dare to rush forward.

But Rao is so, these Yan immortals under the throne of the little emperor are still tired.

Twenty against forty, how can you be an opponent?

Without the help of the three emperors, the sword is unparalleled. At most, it is invincible in the face of several Yan immortals, but at present, there are no less than ten around him.

He alone attracted a quarter of the fire and was very depressed.

"Take your head, I can make you suffer less!" A powerful and heavy Yan force hit the sword heavily.

The long sword in his hand reversed, and a sword tore the attack. The sword was matchless and disdained to smile, "with you shameless waste, you also have the ability to take my head?"

At first, Yan Xian's face was cold, and then he made a move with both hands. A total of 11 Yan Xian worked together to cover the sky, as if they were carrying the force of the whole void.

The sword is peerless and dignified. You should first hold up one side of Yanli to stop it, and then lift the sword and stab it straight up.

Jue Jian!

A sword can be worth a hundred thousand swords to break your face!

"Boom!"

Ten thousand pieces of streamers burst out, and the sword is unparalleled. Holding a long sword, we move forward.

The awn covering the sky was divided into two from the middle and dissipated rapidly.

The sword unparalleled is also very uncomfortable at the moment. The joint strike of the eleven Yan immortals is not what he can bear. In this place, the surface of his skin seems to be burning.

"Brother Jian, let me help you!" With a low cry, the spring and autumn manipulated the eight arms to rush directly. The eight arms roared with the sword and covered the sky.

The sword was unparalleled. As soon as he felt loose, all the strength in front of him dissipated.

Spring and autumn came to him and said quickly in a deep voice, "brother Jian, let's retreat. Forty Yan immortals, if we continue to stand in such a stalemate, we will surely die without life!"

"Can't go." Jian Wushuang frowns slightly. He has his own set of rules. If he leaves so recklessly, it will be a disaster for Chen Qing, xiaodijun and others.

If we retreat without war, the first blow is morale.

In any case, he can't return today.

Stretch out your hand to separate the huge power from the impact again. The unparalleled sword turns back and pushes Chunqiu into the protective ring.

He was just the ancestor level. Even if he had eight arms and angry eyes, he would die directly in Yan Xian's attack.

The only thing sword matchless can do now is to protect it behind him as much as possible.

Yan immortals are constantly disappearing. Such great power can destroy heaven and earth between hands, not to mention nearly 60 Yan immortals.

The void was torn apart, and the slightly closer plane of heaven and earth was also affected and constantly collapsed.

Nearly a hundred ancestors were killed by the town as early as the beginning. The Yan immortals brought by the little emperor are also decreasing rapidly.

Several people are already at the end of their power. Even if Chen Qing's Yan strength reaches the top, he is weak in the face of so many Yan immortals.

A Xinghe lake sea sword burst out and reluctantly blocked the Yanxian who rushed again. Jianwushuang and others have been surrounded.

So far, there were only eight Yan immortals left on the side of the little emperor.

Chen Qing's right arm with a sword was scarred, especially in his right rib.

These wounds caused by equal immortals are difficult to heal in a short time, which also means that the combat power will decline to a certain extent.

Looking at the Yan immortal who still has nearly twenty-five or six, Jian Wushuang and others were all deeply worried.

"Little emperor, after I leave later, you will turn back to the six day territory and stop reaching the heaven." Chen Qing whispered, "only living can we continue to fulfill our long cherished wish."

"Brother Jian, please give you the safety of the little emperor." He looked at the sword and said.

Before jianwushuang opened his mouth, the little emperor said coldly, "Chen Qing, when do you need to make a decision about this seat?"

Chen Qing was worried, "but if you don't go again, you can't go!"

"As the successor emperor, I have to go to heaven. Even if I die on the road, I can't change it." The little emperor's voice is indifferent, and there is a will to die in his eyes.

"Oh, succeeding the emperor, a waste who can only continuously cultivate but can't become a Tao, dare to call succeeding the emperor?" At first, a feminine Yan Xian disdained to sneer, and more than 20 Yan Xian behind him also roared and laughed at the moment.

"Young master, leave it to me." The thin purple robe lowered his head slightly and was held by the little emperor while taking a step.

"Let the trash in his mouth and send him on the road." His voice was indifferent, but it was swept up with deep dignity.

The next moment, fight again!

A field full of dark color sprang up, and the little emperor was in it, as if he had become the emperor who really controlled one side.

"Those who kill childe Yan will be rewarded!" The Yin and soft Yan Xian not only wasn't afraid, but smiled grimly. His body was like a ghost and rushed directly to the little emperor.

A sword pierced the lute bone of one of Yan Xian. The sword drank and covered the sky, and Yan Li smashed forward.

The heavenly gate is extremely accomplished, and the terrible power is sealed again.

However, the Yan immortals, who had already learned the terrible things, all joined forces to stop them. Under the all-out attack of the unparalleled sword, there were no casualties!

The unparalleled sword's heart sank fiercely, but he immediately picked up the invisible sword and rushed forward.

All kinds of great deviant powers bombarded him, even if they didn't destroy the God, they began to get hurt.

The little emperor released the field, and with one blow, he destroyed one Yanxian, but then he was intercepted by other Yanxian.

Chen Qing and others are also reluctant to protect themselves.

Shocking wounds began to appear on everyone.

In this fierce battle, when unparalleled people were completely surrounded and killed with swords, there was a sudden surge of power from the boundless void.

The sword is matchless, almost subconsciously, holding the little emperor in front of him and retreating suddenly.

"Zheng!"

A terror that easily breaks the void is cut straight, as if the potential opens the world. Hundreds of millions of miles of void are split under this blow, such as the nothingness of the abyss and the prison.

Almost at the same time of retreating, the straight cut with the smell of destruction came from nowhere.

More than ten Yan immortals had no time to dodge. They immediately turned into powder and the source of immortals turned into nothingness.

This terrible and startling sword directly ploughed the void into a valley of nothingness hundreds of millions of miles!

Dead silence, extreme dead silence, all the surviving Yanxian are dull at the moment.