Chapter 4772

For a moment, the air fell into a state of silence.

Jianwushuang soon understood why Zheng Ying was surprised, because he has now turned into an ordinary guard's face, which is completely different from his previous face.

So Zheng Ying didn't recognize him as the unparalleled sword of the great voyage.

However, the time and place when they met again was so strange.

Why did this woman, who disappeared quietly after the first World War, suddenly appear in North Tianxian Prefecture and seem to come running to kill childe Mo.

Is she the messenger of a real emperor under the throne of Wuyang?

Jianwushuang was uncertain. He opened his mouth slightly but didn't say anything. Then he turned and prepared to leave.

Just then, a big crisis behind him suddenly made him turn his head.

Then a real sword with Yan force almost wiped his neck and stabbed forward, bringing a trace of blood.

If you don't dodge in time, this sword is enough to cause heavy damage to the unparalleled sword!

After he escaped the crisis, he turned and looked at Zheng Ying, his eyes as heavy as water.

Zheng Ying's beautiful face was as cold as frost at the moment. He held a sword in his right hand. He didn't even say a word. He carried Yanli to kill Xiang Jian again.

"Are you sick?"

The second finger of the food immediately caught the blade of the sword that went straight to his face. The sword was unparalleled and pressed his anger. He said to Zheng Ying, "do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Zheng Ying, who maintained the front stab state, was stiff again, and her cold eyes began to have some doubts, because she heard something familiar from the words of the young guard in front of her.

But the next moment, an even colder killing intention broke out. From behind Zheng Ying, a hundred majestic forces suddenly emerged, all of which were suppressed to the sword.

Rao Shi remembered the old love again, and the sword peerless also raised his anger. He suddenly clapped his hand in front of him and fought with those Yanli.

A burst of martyrdom exploded under the Fusang tree.

At the same time, jianwushuang pointed out again and turned into several Yanli Water Dragons, trapped towards Zheng Ying.

He didn't want to kill Zheng Ying. After all, he was one of the few people he saw when he first came to dayanhuan, so he just wanted to trap her.

But the more so, Zheng Ying resisted fiercely, surpassing the powerful strength of general Yanxian, which made Jian unparalleled a headache.

"What do you want? Don't go too far, Zheng Ying!" Sword matchless looked at the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ying, who has been silent, finally opened his mouth, "how do you know my name?"

At this time, he realized that he could not expose any information about himself.

Finally, he pushed Zheng Ying away.

"Never mind who I am. I advise you, childe Mo had better not kill me."

After leaving this sentence, jianwushuang obviously didn't want to entangle again and directly folded and left.

Looking at the familiar figure, Zheng Ying didn't catch up, but turned and looked at the childe Mo lying under the Fuso tree.

After several battles and escapes, childe Mo has seen it, and there is only unwilling in his eyes.

Under the confrontation between Diqing and dayanxian, the whole Xiaoxian state and even the North Tianxian state were on the verge of collapse.

The old roots of Hibiscus have broken, and the gravel is falling.

Zheng Ying stepped forward and, facing the falling sun, without hesitation, cut off the childe Mo's head with a sword.

Then she stretched out her palm and released her majestic force to easily crush his fairy source.

So far, the fifth emperor under the seat of zhenwuyang, childe mo.

The body falls under the mulberry tree.

The northern Tianxian Prefecture, supported by the son of emperor Mo, began to collapse, and all roads and Qi began to be in disorder.

Heaven and earth mourn, which is the echo of the death of the emperor.

Zheng Ying, the terminator of everything, looked at the lifeless head in his hand and waved to intercept the last luck of the emperor.

Finally, the head turned into a handful of powder and fell under the Fuso tree.

When the emperor dies, the roads of heaven and earth tremble.

At the moment, Yan Xian, or Da Yan Xian, who is scuffling in North Tianxian Prefecture, has noticed.

Jianwushuang looked back, looked complex, and finally took a look at the figure standing under the Fuso tree, and then left quickly.

As soon as childe Mo finally dies, all the Yan immortals or Da Yan immortals present will definitely be thoroughly investigated by the heaven.

If you leave any clues, it will be a disaster!

Unparalleled sword will not be forgotten. In addition to zhenwuyang, who bears the luck of the emperor, there are 99 Dayan immortals in the whole heaven.

Any one of them is a supreme power with absolute strength to play against Diqing alone.

So now, the most correct choice is to escape quickly.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu, who are struggling to resist, only feel relaxed. The mysterious five swordsmen stopped the attack and shouted to the sky, "childe Mo is dead, withdraw!"

Two great Yan immortals with the mottled blood smell speech and directly give up confrontation with the Diqing and prepare to escape.

"Want to run? Stay with me! " Di Qing shouted angrily, shaking his arms, he grabbed them.

The two great Yan immortals hurriedly ran Yan Li to resist. At the same time, they said in a deep voice, "childe Mo is dead. Tianting will trace it. If you don't go now, you can't go if you want to go later!"

Di Qing grimly smiled, "there's a lot of time. I'll kill you first, and then it's not too late!"

"Brainless fool." Unable to escape, the two Dayan immortals are also anxious. The more they stay here at this node, the less likely they are to escape.

But Diqing didn't let them leave, and they got tangled up again for a while.

"Spring and autumn, Chen Qing, go!" A deep drink resounded. The sword was unparalleled and shaped like electricity. With the general trend, it directly opened the blockade of the five swordsmen and helped them.

Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded and fled quickly together.

"Brother Jian, is your son Mo really dead?" In running away, Chen Qing couldn't help asking.

He still can't believe that the fifth emperor under the real Wuyang seat just died?

The sword matchless nodded slightly, "the luck has dissipated, and there is no chance of survival."

Chen Qing nodded, wondering whether he was happy or worried. "Damn it, I forgot to sprinkle a bubble of hot urine on the temple of heaven in such a hurry."

“……”

"Don't think about it. Run away from here first."

North Tianxian Prefecture is vast, but with the dispersion of the emperor's Qi, the avenue is in great disorder, and the whole Xianzhou is irreversibly broken.

The unparalleled sword is to run away from Xianzhou and hide the breath as much as possible before people come from Tianting.

At present, this chaotic situation is exactly what he wants. As long as he leaves Xianzhou, even if the emperor comes in person, he will never be aware that he has been here.