Legend of Swordsman - #4742 - Chapter 4742

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If you look closely, on this giant ape ’s broad back, a slightly immature and thin figure, looking excitedly at what happened on the sky dome.

Yanxian with more than 20 new faces, showing the trend of encirclement, wrapped Yanxian including Young Master Yu into dumplings.

“Young Master is coming ?!” in this brief moment, Xiao Dijun and Young Master Yu, Young Master Jiao Quan all shouted the same name.

The comer is the seven emperors who have had a two-faced relationship before, and they are only one fond of Xiaodijun, Young Master.

“Big brother, your mount is really pulling the wind, I still take immortal spirit as the mount for the first time!” Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the Seventh Emperor Young Master looked towards the little emperor’s eyebrows.

Little emperor brows slightly wrinkle, apparently did not expect the Young Master to intervene at this time.

Young Master Yu also looked towards him with consternation, and then said solemnly, “What are you doing here, do you want to fight for immortal peach?”

“Do n’t get me wrong, brother, I do n’t have much thoughts on that stuff,” Young Master scratched his head, and then raised his eyebrows, “I ’m just here to help the big brother, you and the second brother Too much. “

Young Master feather hearing this, said with a sneer, “Are you in courting death? Even if you add one, can you change the result?”

“It’s hard to say whether to change or not, but will you try it anyway?” Young Master Lin said, stretching a lazy waist on the back of the strange ape.

“Since you are courting death, then I will solve you smoothly!” Young Master Yu Manran smiled and took the lead in attacking.

And when the young master saw it, he shot the strange ape head and escaped directly.

Almost at the same time, Yan Xian, who was in the same camp as the Young Master, was also dispatched, fighting together.

Jian Wushuang only felt the pressure around him suddenly lightened, and he felt no urgency to resist hard.

Almost 50 Yanxian melee battles, have nothing common with each other’s Yanli martyrdom is extremely magnificent.

Jian Wushuang looked towards the young master Yu who was on the offensive against Young Master, his eyes began to flourish.

“Be careful.” Xiaodijun reminded in a low voice.

He clicked nodded, his palm pressed lightly on the handle of Tailuo Sword, and his figure disappeared like a ghost-like.

Concentrate attention completely, about to force Young Master to retreat with a palm, a strong sense of crisis makes Young Master Yu almost subconsciously.

“Xilah …”

However, everything was too late. The knife was half an inch, almost nearly chopping off his entire head.

Young Master Yu quickly withdrew, and at the same time released his self-preservation.

Looking at the mysterious young man dressed in black clothed knight-errant, Young Master Yu only felt the pain deep into bones in the neck.

Jan Wushuang calmly looked towards him when his wrist shook and fell off the divine blood on Tailuo Divine Sword.

Waves to heal the wounds between the neck and neck, the madness in the eyes of Young Master feathers disappeared, and he watched with caution.

Being able to approach him unconsciously, another sword almost beheaded, this terrifying strength makes the Young Master shudder.

There is no extra cliché, Jian Wushuang directly raises the sword and presses, the broken Tailuo Divine Sword is full of momentum.

A sword fell, and it was easy to break Young Master Yu’s strength.

He was terrified and at the same time used all his resistance.

Although the body of the sword is broken, Sword Dao is still there. Every sword has a strong momentum, and the forced Young Master Yu begins to panic.

Every sword style is as heavy as water, and it opens and closes again, making it difficult for Young Master Yu to respond with corresponding effort.

Although there is only one sword at a time, thousands of sword intents are differentiated, and the more persecuted he is miserable.

While Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, Young Master Yu is an iron embryo, being hammered constantly. During this hammering process, his every sword is becoming more condensed.

Young Master Yu almost suffocated. Under such a showdown, was he actually regarded as grinding blade stone? !

The shame rise in the mind, he is ready to release the fairy style in desperation, and kill Jian Wushuang like Stinking Insect.

But soon, Young Master Yu was shocked to find that, in his current state, he could n’t call out the fairy style …

Momentum is big, power is deep, the sword is cut, and a horrible to see wound is plowed directly from the pipa bone of the Young Master feather, and divine blood spurts.

This sword almost cut him into two pieces in the middle.

Young Master Yu felt panic. He found that the young man who was as cold as Death God was far more terrifying than he thought.

If Xiao Dijun brought him shock and confusion, then Jian Wushuang is the representative of coldness and death.

When he realized the horror of life and death, everything was too late.

Jian Wushuang held up the broken Divine Sword in his hands, as if he had convicted and tried, and fell into a final sword.

But next moment, mutation is steep.

A light red scroll quietly swept through, while a beam of light directly penetrated the back of Jian Wushuang.

The gentle divine blood sprayed the face of Young Master Yu.

Jian Wushuang’s face was pale, and that sword failed to be cut in the end.

Tailuo Divine Sword slipped from his hands and fell into abyss.

He also lost his strength, like a fallen leaf, suddenly fell from the clouds.

“Jian Wushuang!” Xiao Dijun exclaimed, almost at the same time, he wanted to hold him.

But it was blocked by a light red barrier.

The Young Master walked out of the picture scroll and looked at him faint smile. “It’s sorry. I had such a consequence when I missed it. I’m afraid he can’t even get out of the game.”

Little Emperor ’s gaze changed from Sen Leng to anger, “Young Master correct, you must die in my hands.”

“Really? But in order to prevent this result from appearing, I will make your big brother completely disappear before this.” Young Master said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

A round day without any warmth traverses the sky, the black and white mixed colors reveal the silence and nothingness.

This is a fairy style that belongs to the little emperor.

Young Master also began to be fanatical in his eyes, the most elusive, like abyss, he also showed his strength at this moment.

It seems that the turbid and unsettled atmosphere, the unknown but extremely suppressed atmosphere, appears like a mist.

“Although you cannot beheaded in Heaven Realm, it is also a good choice to make a heavy addition to your weak body.”

……

“It hurts …”

Jiang Wushuang, who has lost consciousness, is gradually awake feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him.