Chapter 4928

The only thing left in Jian Wushuang's eyes was Gu Leng, looking at him with a smile.

"Only, as long as you don't kill me, I promise I won't do anything against you from now on."

Childe Yu has completely abandoned the arrogance of the emperor and almost begged.

"I, I'm the third brother of Childe Yan. He, he's my emperor brother. He won't let you touch me."

When he said this, he even began to shout the name of the little emperor shamelessly.

But he didn't know that jianwushuang didn't belong to the little emperor at all, and even their relationship was in a state of equality.

Trying to suppress him with a small emperor is no different from a fool's dream.

Childe Yu raised his voice and shouted the name of xiaodijun. Then, the sword was unparalleled and pointed like a knife. He cut off his whole left arm with one palm!

God's blood gushed out, the immortal body was broken, and the childe feather's scream rang through. He covered his broken arm and stumbled back.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold, and he didn't intend to let him go.

If the true Shadow of the emperor did not appear, cangyu bell would be able to kill the unparalleled sword.

It is precisely because of this that he gave birth to a killing heart.

Now in this situation of immortality, once you let childe Yu go back, I'm afraid jianwushuang will be greatly passive in the future.

Therefore, childe Yu must die.

At this moment, he didn't even consider the existence of zhenwuyang and Tianting.

The palm surging with scarlet power fell again. The right leg of Childe Yu was cut off directly, and divine blood gushed out.

Without the support of one leg, childe Yu immediately collapsed and sat in the chaotic void, looking at the unparalleled sword with a deathly gray face.

He had seen the determination to kill from the unparalleled cold eyes of the sword, and there was no room for recovery.

Childe Yu has regretted to the extreme. He shouldn't have made the idea of cleaning the battlefield and catching the little emperor alive.

Without this idea, we will not end up in this situation.

"No, don't kill me, I don't want to die... I can give you whatever you want." Childe Yu's face was as gray as death. "Emperor's luck, Emperor's luck, can I exchange emperor's luck for my life?"

The sword is matchless. He is too lazy to listen to him. The killing spirit in his hand has become extremely strong and turned into a long and narrow blood blade.

The next moment, he held up the blood blade in his hand and cut it off without any hesitation.

The childe's feather eyes and canthus are about to crack, and his face is as gray as death.

However, the blood blade did not cut off, and hovered over his head as if hindered by something.

Jian Wushuang turned his head and looked behind him.

Diqing has come to him, and casting a spell has stopped his action.

Diqing put his palm on the unparalleled shoulder of the sword, patted it gently, and then whispered, "let me do it."

He said, and then walked slowly to the childe Yu who was shaking like chaff.

Childe Yu Ru was pardoned, "save me, save me, I can give you all the luck of the emperor!"

In response to him, there are thousands of sharp golden feathers.

Each golden feather is enough to break the way of heaven and penetrate any super heaven.

Thousands of golden feathers passed through the body and directly shot the immortal body of Childe Yu into powder. Even Xianyuan was completely crushed!

The third emperor under the real Wuyang throne, childe Yu, died!

The void wailed. All the fortunes belonging to the emperor returned to the world and could not be collected any more.

Seeing this scene, the little emperor shook his body and slowly retreated for several steps. I'm afraid he would collapse without the drag of his thin purple robe.

Childe Yu died in front of him. All kinds of emotions changed in his eyes, and finally closed his eyes tightly.

The magnificent and prosperous ten wings slowly move behind Diqing, reflecting the chaos and emptiness.

Under the random blow of jiuzhuan Dayan immortal, even the emperor was easily destroyed.

The arrogant childe feather fell completely.

Put away the way of killing. Jianwushuang has recovered his peace. He looked at Diqing and said slowly, "why do you do this?"

Put away the ten wings and Diqing said calmly, "because he is the emperor of real Wuyang. Once you kill him, you will be retaliated by real Wuyang, and you will never live from him."

At this point, he paused and said, "I'm different. Even if he does it to me, I can protect myself."

Jianwushuang was moved in his heart. He understood that the reason why Diqing did this was to protect him.

Then he said solemnly, "thank you. I owe you once."

"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you." Di Qing smiled and said, "but next, I'm afraid I'll be away for some time."

Just as jianwushuang was about to ask him where he was going, an indescribable breath quietly shrouded the whole empty battlefield.

That kind of breath is vast and magnificent to the extreme. Where the breath is shrouded, the years stop passing and are completely sealed.

The broken heavenly way is reshaped, and the chaotic void is quickly repaired.

The sword that has been completely unable to move for half a minute is unparalleled. His eyes are wide open and he can't believe looking at the front.

Everything is going back!

What is the power of existence to complete backtracking?!

The originally dispersed Qi and breath began to condense like stars.

Soon, under the condensation of starlight, a familiar body appeared again!

The dead childe Yu, who was killed by Diqing and could not be reversed, was reborn.

At the same time, the chaotic void was torn apart, and powerful and unspeakable bodies appeared from the end of the void.

They are all carrying all kinds of light wheels, among which the ancient heavenly way is expected to flow.

Only Liu Zhuan Da Yan Xian can condense the light wheel, and they are all yuan eldest Yan Xian under the real Wuyang seat.

For each position, the minimum is nine turns.

Even the newly born way of heaven is crawling under their feet.

In front of these yuan eldest Yan immortals, there is a body with tired complexion and no breath.

Although he was ordinary to the extreme, he made all the yuan boss Yan Xian surrender behind him.

All the violent force, breath and even the way of heaven on the empty battlefield can't get close to him.

Lord of heaven, Emperor zhenwuyang is here!

Jian Wushuang felt that the divine blood in the meridians had solidified. In front of that breath, he couldn't even breathe.

When he came to the empty battlefield, Emperor zhenwuyang looked tired, but he still had supreme authority.

Looking at the confused childe Yu who opened his eyes, he looked extremely blue.

"Emperor, Emperor father, am I still alive?"

Childe Yu, who came back from confusion, was extremely excited to see zhenwuyang coming.

However, what was waiting for him was not a concerned inquiry, but a powerful slap.

When the emperor was angry, he drove him away!