Legend of Swordsman - #4718 - Chapter 4718

Jian Wushuang ordered nodded and also saw that Chunqiu 鈥檚 mood was not high, but he did n鈥檛 say much. He carried him out of this lonely day together.

In the days of Xiao Gu, above the clouds, Jian Wushuang looked towards him, “Want to kill the little emperor to get revenge?”

Spring and Autumn started, and then shook his head slightly, “He Although it 鈥檚 also the guy I want to kill on the spot, I want to be the first personally to have his emperor handed over than others! 鈥?/p>

Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret As early as he knew, Chunqiu is not an ordinary repair, but the son of a former Celestial Court emperor.

“My emperor Feng Huadi died in the hands of True Martial Yang, and the entire Celestial Court was destroyed. Finally, I was the only one left and became a prisoner.”

The past is long gone, but he is still entangled in spring and autumn like a chain, making him fall into resentment all the time.

Although he hates True Martial at the moment, sadly, he does n鈥檛 even have the qualification to see him, and even Celestial Court does n鈥檛 know where.

Jian Wushuang not at all uttered comfort, but put the palm on Chunqiu 鈥檚 shoulder and patted it gently.

Chunqiu glanced at him gratefully, and said slowly, “Brother Jian, if it 鈥檚 not for you, I 鈥檓 afraid I 鈥檓 still a prisoner in Black Mountain at all black, no daylight, all I will remember the affection in the heart, and I will never forget it until death. “

Jian Wushuang lightly said,” Living well and continuously improving your strength will make you one day be able to master the enemy. “

Spring and Autumn nodded hard, “Brother Jian rest assured, I believe that there will be one day.”

“In addition,” he suddenly hesitated and said after a while, “Brother Jian, if One day, will you help him? “

He in the mouth of Spring and Autumn, naturally refers to the little emperor.

Jian Wushuang hearing this, shook his head without hesitation, “At that time, I am afraid I have already left here, everything you worry about will not happen, and now what you need most is to constantly strengthen yourself Strength. “

Chunqiu nodded, and then took the palm-size eight arms out of his arms and returned them to Jian Wushuang,” Brother Jian, this thing is still for you, only in Vietnam In front of the powerhouse, it can only exert its strongest strength. “

Jian Wushuang smiled and reached out to push back his eight arms with anger,” This thing is not of much use to me. You can also use it as a self-protection, but don’t rely on it too much. “

Chunqiu will not resign, and very carefully put his arms into his arms.

“Spring and Autumn, the emperor in your mouth is Realm after Yanxian, or is it just a title?”

Jian Wushuang has not asked about this issue before, today Suddenly it sounded and I was going to ask a question.

Although Spring and Autumn have n鈥檛 set foot in Yanxian now, he is the son of a real emperor, so naturally he knows something better than Jian Wushuang.

Spring and autumn hearing this, carefully said, “The emperor is actually a respectable title, not a realm, but a real dividing line.”

“From my childhood, I heard The emperor 鈥檚 admonishment vaguely knew that he wanted to be a monarch, luck, the avenue to form the Celestial Court, and his realm are indispensable. “

” And become the most important First Step of the emperor, It 鈥檚 just entering that level, only, 鈥滳hunqiu 鈥檚 memory seems a little vague,鈥?I seem to forget what level it is. 鈥?/p>

Jian Wushuang ordered nodded, he already realized that he was the first to contact The true souls of the three emperors have already stepped out of this step of Yanxian.

I am afraid that if you want to become the emperor of the Celestial Court, what you really have to step out of is the state of Profound Mystery, Yanxian.

As for any realm, Jian Wushuang was blinded and could only move forward and realize it carefully.

As far as he is concerned, with the shadow of the three emperors, he is enough to protect himself from any strong forces.

There is no big sun hanging over the sky of Xiaogutian, but it has never been dark. It will always be a quiet day, and it is very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.

Jian Wushuang began cultivation only after a few days of talking with Spring and Autumn at will.

He took out several Sword Dao solitary books he had bought in Tianchuan, Jingchuan.

Looking at the traces of the simple and vicissitudes of life, Jian Wushuang estimates that the ages of these lone books are probably tens of thousands of years old.

There are a total of four solitary books, and the ancient aura sealed on it has been worn out seriously. Almost immediately, the mark will be scattered with the wind.

The four solitary books were randomly selected by him from various Yanxian, and are the oldest Sword Dao in this great Yanhuan.

Three of them are the foundation of the most basic professor Sword Dao, which is of great benefit to those who cultivate Sword Dao, and judging from the residual atmosphere on these lone books, when the writers created these Sword Dao , Have reached the Yanxian realm.

As quickly as the whale sucks water, drawing on the knowledge of Sword Dao in the three solitary books, Jian Wushuang will finally look towards the last book.

The two simple and fierce characters of “Jian Ji” seem to be written on the homepage by people using grass sticks and ink.

Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled, and it seemed that he had forgotten which vendor he bought this solitary book from. He looked very unimpressed.

Removing the distractions in his heart, he opened the first page with a wave of his hand.

What comes into view is a blank.

On half-yellow paper glowing with dark azure, not even half a word appeared.

Jian Wushuang groaned in his heart, “No way, did you encounter a profiteer here?”

He who did n鈥檛 believe in evil, hurried to check it over and over again.

Finally came to the conclusion that he was deceived by profiteer.

This is basically a Symbolless Heavenly Book.

Jian Wushuang didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, after exploring it again with dynamism and determining that it was worthless, he was ready to throw it away.

However, in the next moment, there is a touch of cool breath in my hand. If you do n鈥檛 notice it carefully, you will never find it.

The subconsciously looked towards the collection of swords in his hand, an Immortal Qi with a breath of extreme extreme, just like a cloud of smoke, but just rotating for a moment on the lone book, it fell into the book instantly.

Looking like something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly opened the Symbolless Heavenly Book in his hand again.

On the yellow paper glowing with dark azure, the Immortal Qi wafted to the ultimate breath, like a finger-sized startled dragon, hovering above the paper.

Although this villain made up of Yun Yan has no facial features, his breath shows Jian Wushuang familiar with it and is the feeling of an old friend.