Chapter 4802

The fiery killing machine, so there was a moment of stagnation.

It was the stagnation of this moment that made the sword unparalleled.

With almost all his strength, he dodged and escaped.

But it's still half a minute late.

Unparalleled, beyond the terrible smell of imagination, it is easy to directly destroy the unparalleled arm of the sword!

His entire right arm holding the invisible sword is completely broken!

In exchange for the chance to escape at the cost of breaking an arm, cold sweat flowed from the unparalleled temples of the sword.

The irresistible and untouchable breath is really terrible. It is just the last emperor's obsession. It is so terrible. What would it be like if the emperor came in person?

"Good boy, I can let you escape." Diqing looked at him coldly, "if at the beginning, I might have taken you as an envoy, but now, whoever dares to touch the heaven will be destroyed!"

Hong Zhong's big LV like voice rang through, and his golden pupil scanned everyone present.

At this moment, Chunqiu and Cui Jing, with a weaker realm, seemed unable to withstand the unknown oppression and knelt down heavily on the ground.

Chen Qing was obviously badly hurt, but he still struggled to get rid of the shackles, stretched out his arms and tried to drag the sword out of the range.

However, Xinghuo an Neng competed with the bright moon. The general trend of Yan force released by him was directly defeated by the emperor's obsession in Diqing immortal's body!

The sword with his right arm cut off is unparalleled. His breath is withered and there is no possibility of escape. He has decided to disperse all his derivative forces and try his best to preserve the last breath.

The whole heaven was trembling. Although it was the last emperor's obsession, it could still kill them easily.

No one can escape the emperor's sanctions.

The sword is matchless. It feels like falling into an endless abyss. It's freezing to the extreme, and every cell is breaking.

Jin Mou Dasheng seems to have sentenced them to death.

"Did you really die like this?" He couldn't believe it. His cold face was reflected in his deep pupils.

Everything is in Nirvana, the final disintegration.

Just when the emperor thought and lowered the punishment, a sudden and untimely doubt sounded around the unparalleled sword.

"Eh? How can there be such a familiar smell here? Have you two old people found it? "

It was the voice of the tall and thin old man Yang Jun, coming from the bowl Yang bottle.

Jian Wushuang trembled, as if he had grasped the last straw and desperately opened the cork of the bowl Yang bottle.

Yang Jun's figure then came out of the pot Yang bottle, his eyes directly locked on di Qing's figure, and he was a little surprised and uncertain.

And the original meaning of the punishment is clear, but also stopped the action, emitting golden pupils, also can't believe it.

"Yang Jun?!"

"Six crows?!"

Two suspicious voices sounded at the same time.

The tall and thin old man Yang Jun couldn't believe it. He walked straight ahead, walked around Diqing, and muttered, "aren't you dead, old boy? How did it become like this? "

Di Qing took a deep breath and stared at Yang Jun deeply. After a circle, he said, "are you really Yang Jun?"

"Looking around the sky, who can find the second emperor with more temperament than my Yang Jun?" Yang Jun stood straight and stroked his beard.

"Sure enough, it's you..." Di Qing pulled a little from the corners of his eyes, and then sighed, "I didn't expect to see an old friend before I was going."

"In other words, I remember you have not... How can you fully recover now?" Yang Jun was confused and looked at him carefully.

Di Qing smiled bitterly when he heard the speech, and then a touch of dark blue cloud and smoke gushed out from the top of his head.

While this wisp of dark blue cloud smoke was pouring out, Diqing's whole body was directly weak, and then fell into the hall and fainted.

The cloud and smoke slowly formed in the air and finally condensed into a real emperor dressed in an ink plume cloud emperor's clothes.

"My true shadow has long been broken in that war, and even my real body has turned into powder. Now what you see me is just an obsession, an obsession that is about to dissipate."

The emperor, called six crows by Yang Jun, flashed a touch of loneliness in the red gold pupil.

After hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't control his anger. "Damn zhenwuyang, when the emperor recovers completely, he will maintain blood feud!"

At the same time, two streamers poured out of the pot Yang bottle and came to the six crow emperor.

"Six crows, long time no see."

Su He, who had strange heavy pupils, and Dao Gong, who had a dignified face, appeared together with a smile.

Six crow emperor's eyes coagulated, and finally he smiled, "I knew you three old guys must still be alive."

"That year is no longer there, only now to see you one last time."

The atmosphere was a little heavy. Naturally, the three emperors also noticed that the true Shadow of the six crows emperor had long disappeared. Now he is only the last obsession.

"You are too stubborn. You don't understand the reason why there are green mountains and you're not afraid of no firewood." Yang Jun sighed that his old friend, who was also the emperor, had become like this now. Naturally, he was very lonely.

But the six crow emperor showed a comfortable smile, "I spell the true Shadow and break it. At the beginning, I also ruthlessly put zhenwuyang together and left him an incurable wound. If I were allowed to choose again now, I would still do so."

"This is my destination. You don't have to worry. Since you have left the real shadow, there will be a day of recovery. It's not too late to ask zhenwuyang for debt at that time."

Seeing that the six crow emperor was so open-minded, the three emperors couldn't help asking, "six crows, have you put it down?"

"Put it down?" The six crow emperor took a deep breath, and then scolded, "put it down. I'll fart his mother. I want to eat his bones and blood all the time and bury my people."

The three emperors looked at each other and couldn't cry or laugh. This is the speech style of the great emperor who seems calm and does not flow on the surface.

It seems that he has thrown away his inner confinement. Six crows then said simply, "I'm going to die soon. I'll leave it to you three old guys to do the killing of zhenwuyang. Remember, if one day, don't forget to stab me with a sword."

"It's a pity that in the end, our four emperors can't have a good drink." Six crow emperor expressed regret.

When Yang Jun heard the speech, he seemed to feel it. His nose shrugged slightly, and then turned to look at Chen Qing below.

Chen Qing, who was retreating with his sword, only felt an inexplicable crisis rising, and the cold hairs behind him stood up.

"I smell it. There's a smell of wine on this boy." Yang Jun took a small, then reached out and picked the wine gourd at Chen Qing's waist.