Chapter 4747

No Tianting Yanxian can guess this outcome.

The unparalleled sword is like a startling Hong, forcibly breaking into every line of sight.

It's incredible. This is the first time that Xiantao in the feast was taken away by Yanxian except the seven emperors.

And the sword matchless is not the big companion of the little emperor, so the peach in his hand belongs to him completely.

He took out the fairy peach containing the shackles of fate from his arms. He didn't even miss it more, like an ordinary fruit.

"Hey, go on." The sword matchless smiled and threw the fairy peach to the little emperor.

There was a flash of light in the air, and then it fell into his hand.

Looking at the fruit in his hand, the little emperor raised his eyebrows slightly. He just needed to bite down, and the opportunity in Xiantao would rush into his body to help him break through.

But the next moment, the little emperor opened and closed his palm and divided the peach into two halves.

"Hey, go on." He also threw half of the peaches to the sword.

They looked at each other and smiled, and then bit off their Xiantao at the same time.

……

The immortal rhyme is vast, and the smoke is flowing.

Still singing and dancing in the heaven, now the silence is to the extreme.

The real emperor of Wuyang, sitting on the throne, repressed his anger in a pair of powerful eyes.

At his first, all the emperors were silent and dejected.

The childe who just woke up from the coma was full of forest cold in his British eyes.

The two figures walked slowly into the Tianting hall.

The little emperor, who has changed into a luxurious imperial suit again, has a rare smile on his face and doesn't care about all the eyes coming together.

The sword has no double-sided color, and moves forward slowly, as if there are mountains and rivers in the chest, vaguely revealing a dignified and attractive atmosphere.

Facing this kind of scene, he didn't panic at all, and even wanted to say a small scene in his heart.

Before entering the Dayan universe, the experience of standing at the top of the divine universe and controlling the avenue made him have an indelible dignity.

Even zhenwuyang, who sits on the throne, has a strange feeling of being on an equal footing when facing this young man.

But this feeling was quickly erased from my mind. Zhenwuyang suddenly clapped a letter, "miasma!"

All Yan immortals were silent. Naturally, they knew why the emperor was so angry.

In several wars of seizing peaches, almost all the taboos that cannot be committed have been committed this time.

They formed a camp with each other and became the weapons in the hands of emperors. The eagle and dog under the seat had a half heaven attitude.

However, the most important point is that the iron rule that the heaven cannot be stained with blood was broken by the little emperor and the strange guy around him.

So at the moment, all the Yan immortals who participated in the peach competition looked at them with a meaningful face.

"If you don't kneel down, you can't do anything!" Zhenwuyang shouted angrily again, and his palm nearly broke the letters in front of him.

However, the two figures did not move.

Jian Wushuang felt puzzled and looked aside.

The little emperor was a hook in the corner of his mouth and said faintly, "the emperor's father always wants me to kneel for a reason. After all, I'm a useless thing. I can't stand in front of them."

With that, he looked at the other six emperors and expressed his mockery.

The real emperor of Wuyang was very angry and wrote another letter, "I'm your father! Is this reason enough? Enough! "

The little emperor knelt down on one knee, "that's enough."

Seeing the little emperor kneeling down, zhenwuyang's face eased slightly, and a pair of photographed eyes glanced at all Yan immortals.

"It's really a miasma. A good game is to the end, but dozens of Yan immortals have fallen. Do you have the right to ignore this iron law?!"

Childe Yu, with a look of resentment, stood up at the moment, "back to the emperor's father, those fallen Yan immortals were all done by childe Yan and the guy around him. We didn't miss..."

"Do you think your fault is lighter than theirs?" Zhenwuyang looked at him, "you destroyed the sacred peak supporting the heaven and tried to break the rules. Do you want to open the Xiantao ban?"

Childe Yu's cold sweat fell down in an instant. He didn't expect that his meaningless actions would be found out his real intention, "emperor father, listen to me..."

"Don't explain. I'll consciously go to the heaven to get a hundred sticks later. I can't lose one stick!" Zhenwuyang angrily said.

Childe Yu immediately turned pale. All the 100 sticks in the heaven were held by the big palm division. Each stick is enough to make ordinary Yan Xian suffer incomparably.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to get out of bed for a hundred years!

"Yes." Childe Yu gnashes his teeth and returns to his seat. Childe Mo, who doesn't deal with him, almost laughs.

Zhenwu Yang said in a deep voice, "I'm very disappointed with your performance in this Xiantao dispute. Later, everyone will consciously go to heaven to lead the staff for 50 to reflect!"

All Yan immortals had a bitter face. They didn't get much benefit from participating in the heavenly feast. In the end, they got fifty sticks.

But no one dared to retort. They all bowed their hands and said, "obey the order."

At this time, the little emperor pretended to cough, and a touch of crimson color appeared on his already pale cheeks.

"Emperor father, childe Yan is weak. I'm afraid he can't lead the staff..."

When Emperor zhenwuyang heard the speech, he nodded and brushed his big hand, "childe Yan is exempted from punishment, and the rest are still punished."

As soon as he said this, all the other six emperors were angry and glared at the little emperor, but they didn't dare to say anything for fear of receiving more sticks.

It seems that he is afraid that all Yan immortals think he is partial. Zhenwuyang then said, "but childe Yan's behavior is bad. Let's punish him to listen to the wind for ten years."

It's good not to say this. As soon as he said it, all Yanxian's eyes almost burned the little emperor to ashes.

It's said to listen to the punishment on the wall of the wind platform. Isn't it more appropriate to go on vacation?!

The whole listening platform contains a myriad of peach forests and bamboo forests. Among them, there are heavenly fairies, and from time to time, we can see fairies dancing.

In this environment, can you face the wall and think about it?

"What are you waiting for if you don't get the punishment? Isn't it enough?" The voice of zhenwuyang's majesty rang through.

All Yan immortals rushed out of the heaven in a hurry for fear of falling down.

He took a deep look at the little emperor. A touch of gloom and violence flashed in the childe's eyes, and then he paced out of the heaven.

For a time, there were only more than a hundred bodies left in such a big heaven.

Every elder looked at the little emperor and the sword with great interest. It seemed that he was very interested in their combination.

Looking at the unparalleled sword with supreme authority, zhenwuyang said quietly, "why don't you get the punishment?"