Chapter 4863

Under such an attack, Zhang Tian can only defend, and even can't fight back.

He could only hold his long gun flat, blocking the cutting of one sword after another, and his heart was extremely oppressed.

In a short period of ten breath, the sword cut more than 36000 times, which made Zhang Tianping's palms holding the spear drop with shocked blood.

He said quietly, "release the immortal style, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to protect yourself in your current situation."

Zhang Tian's eyes fluctuated, and the breath around him changed abruptly from the previous calm to sharp.

Thousands of red and golden mans burst out of his hands, stirring with majestic pressure.

The sword was forced to retreat, and his eyes were dignified.

"I don't know how many years have passed since I realized the immortal style, but I still wave my gun 3000 times a day in order to make everything possible today."

"In a word, blood feud in the body, no matter who is blocking, there is only one end."

Zhang Tian seemed to be integrated with the long gun in his hand, almost devouring the empty awn column and rising into the sky.

At this moment, the order of the avenue flowing in the void began to collapse.

"My immortal style is called the bitter wheel. You are not" all the immortals and top cultivation, stand back! " The sword is unparalleled and the sound is loud.

Yan Xian, who were still fighting, immediately retreated quickly without hesitation.

At this moment, Chen Qing's eyes were dignified. He could feel that Zhang Tian's blow could not even respond to him.

The sword is unparalleled, okay?

All Yanxian and dingxiu looked at this scene solemnly. In this way, the victory or defeat is determined. Whoever wins or loses is very important.

"Bitter wheel, cover the sky!"

With Zhang Tian's explosive drink, the light wheel more than one million feet high behind him sank and fell, and the void collapsed. All top practitioners and even Yan Xian were shocked to see this scene.

This light wheel is too vast. Almost at the moment of approaching, it covers a million miles of void. Even if Yan Xian is under this immortal style, I'm afraid he will lose his charm.

Jian Wushuang stood in place, looking at the light wheel covered and down, and his eyes were calm.

"Hum..."

The great LV like hum of the Hong Zhong resounded through the void, and the red and golden huamang almost swallowed everything in an instant.

The pupil of the little emperor who retreated from afar suddenly shrank, and subconsciously he was about to run forward.

Chen Qing grabbed him, "little emperor, calm down. Brother Jian can't fall like this."

"Even if it's impossible to fall like this, it's too risky for him to do so." The little emperor took a deep breath and looked ahead.

At the same time, Zhang Tian's arm suddenly shook and threw the spear into the void.

In an instant, there were 100000 long guns, each humming.

"Go!"

He drank heavily, smashed the void with 100000 long guns, and stabbed the bitter wheel in the middle from all directions.

In the eyes of all the top practitioners, the end is a foregone conclusion.

Including Zhang Tian, the leader of the immortal realm, all showed a smile at this moment.

But this smile was frozen before it was fully revealed.

At the next moment, the true Shadow of 100000 long guns suddenly stopped on the bitter wheel, and it was even more difficult to enter half an inch.

Then, a true shadow with the same height of more than one million feet appeared!

It was a long hair floating, and the real shadow of divine power was fully displayed in the eyes. A seven star galaxy was slowly flowing between the eyebrows, and its perseverance and grandeur reached the extreme.

That is the unparalleled shadow of the sword, no shadow of me.

Every breath seemed to be a cosmic reincarnation. His appearance was like the embodiment of the rules and order of heaven, which made Yanxian feel oppressed.

Then, the magnificent shadow slowly stretched out its palm and brushed lightly, and all the 100000 long guns hanging in the void were damaged.

The bitter wheel, which bound the unparalleled true Shadow of the sword, could not bear the pressure, so as to make up for the crack.

With a dazzling light bursting out to the extreme, the bitter wheel is broken!

All Yanxian and dingxiu covered their eyes at this moment.

When huamang dissipates, everything is dark.

The huge true Shadow looked down, and there was no joy or sorrow in a pair of powerful eyes.

In his palm, a toothpick like red gold spear had broken in two.

All the surviving immortals and top practitioners in the immortal realm retreated subconsciously and all looked like dead ashes.

Zhang Tian's face changed again and again, and his arrogant cheek also had no blood color.

Then he opened his mouth and suddenly vomited a big mouthful of thick divine blood!

The destruction of Benming's golden gun was almost related to his immortal source, and was directly hit unimaginably!

The shadow of Wui slowly dispersed, and the sword stepped down in the air.

At this moment, all the immortals and the top practitioners in the six day realm were extremely excited.

The little emperor held up the soft sword in his hand, and his voice spread all over the void, "rush to kill with the sword sky officer!"

The sword peerless looked at Zhang Tian, who looked extremely depressed, and then threw the long gun that had been broken in two in his hand in front of him.

"You have lost."

Zhang Tian looked at him in a daze and didn't speak.

At this time, a middle-aged Yanxian beside him suddenly took a step and said in a condensed voice, "no, I didn't lose!"

"The immortal realm has been formed since the emperor established the great division realm. It has a profound foundation, the superior way of heaven, and the lower yanfuze. It has not been destroyed after several disasters. Even if it is defeated today, it will be able to roll the earth in the future."

Looking at the middle-aged Yan Xian, who is still neither humble nor arrogant, jianwushuang couldn't help but look up to him.

After saying that, the middle-aged Yan Xian helped Zhang Tian and whispered, "Lord, after the rest of the old brothers are broken for you, you will immediately go back to the immortal region and ask the emperor for help. Remember that everything will have a plan only if your life is still there."

Zhang Tian looked at him. Before he spoke, he was directly pushed to the immortal array located in the void and disappeared.

After all this, the middle-aged Yan Xian was also quite indifferent in his eyes. He took out the real sword from his waist and stood up happily without fear. The sword was unparalleled.

"What's your name?"

"Die immediately, even if I tell you, Song Xin."

"Yes, I will remember you."

The sword nodded and quietly condensed an invisible sword in his hand.