Chapter 4689

The complexion changed greatly in spring and autumn, and the supreme breath that connects the heaven and earth absolutely surpassed the Heishan Yanxian!

The sword was unparalleled, calm and incomparable, and looked forward with his hands on his back.

"Jian, brother Jian, I think we'd better leave quickly. I'm afraid this is beyond our ability to deal with..." Chunqiu's voice trembled, and he had a desire to retreat.

In his view, leaving is not necessarily death, but leaving must be sudden death on the spot.

Even if he believed in the unparalleled sword, it was hard for him to imagine how Yan Li realm was imprisoned and how to fight with the supreme breath at present.

With the fierce wind of terror, the whole red sand wasteland turned into that huge face!

And Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu both stood on the tip of their noses.

The two rounds are like the dark eyes of the abyss prison, like the boundless Black Sea, which makes people fall into the abyss with only one look.

"Brother Jian, it's too late if you don't go." A wisp of cold sweat gushed from spring and autumn temples.

Jian Wushuang smelled the words and looked at him. "Do you want to go back and be a prisoner of the broken Galaxy again?"

Chunqiu was shocked, and the extremely dark past surged into his heart. Then his eyes gradually became firm, and he clenched his teeth and said, "then fight!"

On the huge surface formed by the subsidence and condensation of Chisha wasteland, in addition to the standing sword, there is another body shaped like quicksand.

It was a figure wearing a splendid imperial dress. Although the imperial dress had been damaged, it was still difficult to hide its imposing posture.

The dry long hair was like withered grass, swaying to the left and right in the wind. The man wearing the emperor's clothes was a tall and thin old man, barefoot, quite like a powerful emperor.

But now, the tall and thin old man's face is particularly bad, "is it the real running dog under the seat of old Wuyang again? Who gives you confidence and courage to disturb this emperor?"

One side of the spring and autumn whispered carefully to the sword unparalleled science, "the real Wuyang old son in his mouth is the emperor's father of the little emperor."

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, then directly pulled out the invisible sword, and the surging sword idea swept up.

Although he has been promoted to Yan Xian, he has been firmly suppressed by the chain of imprisonment, but fortunately his swordsmanship has not been suppressed, so jianwushuang has confidence and can fight with Yan Xian!

It is obvious that this tall and thin old man, who calls himself Emperor, has long been damaged. At present, this is just his true soul.

If you really fight, Jian Wushuang is confident that he can retreat completely even if it is difficult to win.

"Sorry, I'm going to wipe out the WanMu sky today." Jian Wushuang said in a frozen voice.

The tall and thin old man's eyes narrowed slightly, "the boy who didn't tie up his hair, dare to speak wildly? Destroy you, but it's between the emperor's hands, just the so-called..."

Ignoring him, the sword peerless directly arched his body, and with a vertical sweep, he raised the invisible sword in his hand and cut it at him.

Spring and autumn also set out at the same time. With one move of both hands, a puppet of his life, which was transformed from octagonal talisman, ran with him.

"Dare to bully the emperor and die!" The tall and thin old man burst out in a rage, and nearly a hundred red sand giant pillars rushed up from behind him, like the meridians in the depths of the earth, startling the sword.

Heaven and earth trembled, and cracks tore the sky apart, ferocious.

Red sand giant column directly wrapped the two people and began to nibble.

The tall and thin old man rose to the sky, sat on a throne condensed by red sand, and looked leisurely at the front of the struggle in the void.

Although the breath revealed by Jian Wushuang made the tall and thin old man palpitate, he was confident that in this red sand world, he was immortal. Even if zhenwuyang came, he dared to fight for three points!

Red sand giant pillars are intertwined with each other, forming a rounded trend. Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu are in it, and they can easily feel the rapid disappearance of the derivative force in their bodies.

At the same time, the red sand is extremely mobile and can easily absorb and erase most of the attacks, which is extremely difficult.

Another sword came out, but it just broke the red sand into a crack and soon disappeared again.

Watching the encirclement tighter and tighter, the sword unparalleled was no longer clumsy, and a sword without any fancy stabbed out.

Unparalleled Kendo, Xinghe lake sea sword, the first style, star.

The sword intention soared into the sky, and the unparalleled treasure appeared behind him. It turned into the most proud sword and cut straight forward!

With a hundred swords, the Yi mang column rushed up into the sky and burst directly in the red sand.

The tall and thin old man sitting on the throne suddenly changed his face and looked down in shock.

At the next moment, the most shocking martyrdom burst out under the whole sky.

Red sand, flowing clouds and the sky are all broken into a ball at this moment!

The sword is unparalleled. The sword is frozen and stands, looking straight at the sky.

"Good boy, you have successfully angered the emperor!" Angry, the tall and thin old man angrily smashed the throne under him, turned into a thick golden light, and shot at the sword.

With a cold drink, Jian Wushuang suddenly lifted his left palm and attacked without retreat.

Spring and autumn is also at this time, resisting the paralysis of the meridians and releasing the majestic derivative force!

"Boom!"

The collision of three majestic derivatives directly tore up this small world.

Sword peerless retreated half a step, quickly waved his palm to erase the dust in the sky, and then he saw that there was no half true Shadow of the tall and thin old man on the foggy sky.

One side of the spring and autumn spit out a big mouthful of smoke and dust, and then looked around and said, "people, shouldn't they be directly photographed?"

"Unexpectedly, I ran away, chasing!" Jian Wushuang frowned and jumped straight forward.

Spring and autumn was stunned, and then followed closely.

Far away from the red sand small world, under the dark sky, a slightly embarrassed body quickly fled in a hurry.

It was the tall and thin old man who was full of style and scolded the sky and the earth with halberd fingers.

"Damn it, old man Wuyang, this emperor has been dead for so many years, and he doesn't plan to let it go. Wait, I'll go back and move the rescuers and kill all your lackeys first!"

The speed of the sword is extremely fast. It can span hundreds of millions of miles between almost every breath.

This is due to a small magical power, named Shanhe Yinian, which he realized after lying down for 500000 years after entering Dayan Huan by mistake for the first time.

Every thought of the heart, mountains and rivers.

Moreover, the power consumption of this little magical power is almost negligible. In the current situation, it has become an important method of sword unparalleled.

With the blessing of mountains and rivers, almost in a few moments, he approached the tall and thin old man who was still fleeing in confusion.

And in spring and autumn, also in a breath, you can't see the unparalleled body shape of the sword.

Aware of the sudden breaking sound behind him, the tall and thin old man subconsciously looked back. At this look, the spirit of terror was a little scattered.

The sword unparalleled did not know when it had followed, and the sharp invisible long sword in his hand was almost about to be cut.