Legend of Swordsman - #4748 - Chapter 4748

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The Celestial Court was quiet and silent, Jian Wushuang looked towards him, “I am not wrong, and there is no way to punish.”

True Martial Yang said solemnly, “Celestial Court does not allow blood, but you have killed more than ten Yan Xian. Isn’t it because of the rules of the sky?”

Jian Wushuang calmed himself, “If I do n’t have to stun them by death, now I ’m impossible standing here, if others didn’t offend me, I do n’t have to ignore it, but if people offend me, wipe out the threat, Is the best choice. “

“I don’t think which kind of threat, it is not a threat to change one place, whether it is in Heaven Realm or any place.”

“All I can do is wipe out these threats by any means.”

Celestial Court was so quiet that the needles were audible, only Jian Wushuang’s voice was recalling, and all the elders looked at it with certainty.

They did n’t expect this guy to suppress the threats in Heaven Realm, by the strength of oneself, to remove threats, the words and behavior style are so similar.

True Martial sits on the throne without saying a word, and expressionless gazes at Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, the power of the Great Supreme came quietly in the Celestial Court.

Jian Wushuang only felt a moment of unspeakable pressure, sinking on every inch of his skin, like a thousand thousand god peaks.

He did n’t make a bite of his tongue, and he did n’t even make use of his strength, and he resisted with the power of fleshly body.

Yu Bo, who was standing behind the sun of True Martial, raised his cloudy eyes towards Jian Wushuang at this moment, and then he watched his nose again.

Little Emperor also noticed that he was complexion turned cold, and immediately pulled out a soft sword around his waist, and the sword cut off the pressure.

“Emperor, we are tired, we have to explain things quickly, so we can go to sleep … to face the wall.” Little Emperor withdrew the soft sword, looking somewhat towards True Martial Yang.

Looking at the little emperor who is not afraid and unscrupulous, True Martial is surprisingly not angry, wants to say something, and finally sighs, said ill-humoredly, “Quick roll.”

Little Emperor raised his eyebrows, and then pulled Jian Wushuang to leave.

“Wait,” True Martial Yang ’s dignified voice sounded again, “Let Yu Chang supervise you and think about it, and you will regret it.”

The old man who was standing behind the True Martial Yang, the First Step stepped towards the two, and then left and right hands issued a restraint, binding Jian Wushuang and Xiaodijun directly, and then quickly left the Celestial Court. Hall, hurried to the listening typhoon.

When the figure of the little emperor disappears, True Martial Yang’s eyes flash a bit of loneliness.

“Crowds, we rarely get together, let ’s invite Moon Pavilion to have a drink.”

……

“Yu Bo, let me go if I can’t do it. Although I have thought about it, I don’t have to imprison personal freedom …”

In a magnificent place with thousands of peach blossoms and a breeze, the two are bound together, sitting back to back in a pavilion.

Jian Wushuang was very depressed, but he only killed ten-twenty Yanxian, and was fined for ten years.

Although the scenery is excellent, it is a bit uncomfortable to be trapped in this pavilion and sit for another ten years.

The little emperor with his back to back is also helpless. He said something good and did not make Na Yu uncomfortable.

“Little Emperor, in ten years’ time, you should get some sleep.” Yu Bo raised his eyes and looked at him, and then he began to realize not far away.

When I saw that Yu Bo was already sitting, Xiaodijun pushed Jian Wushuang without a trace, whispering, “I have a soft sword around my waist, you gently pull it out and cut the chain …”

Jian Wushuang hearing this, when even he touched the waist of the little emperor.

“The sword is in my belt, what are you doing under my waist?”

“Mistakes, your hands are a bit numb … don’t move.”

“Can I stay still? That’s my itchy flesh.”

……

After a hard struggle, Jian Wushuang finally pulled out a soft sword and cut off the chain on Xiaodijun’s body.

He shook his hand, and the little emperor got up and took the soft sword, also breaking the chain on his body.

“Go, I will take you to a good place.” Little Emperor’s rare expression of complacency pulled Jian Wushuang away with a wave of his hand.

Jian Wushuang was not good at quitting. He looked back at Yu Bo, who was still sitting, and then left the pavilion with him.

Just as the two left, Yu Bo slowly opened his eyes, helplessly shook the head, and continued to watch.

The two of them almost blindly said that I was leaving, how could Yu Bo not find out? But he had nothing to stop, and allowed them to leave.

As long as you do n’t listen to the typhoon, everything is safe.

Sitting in the ten thousand li peach blossom forest, Jian Wushuang’s tense mood has been relaxed a little.

From the mouth of the little emperor, I learned that almost all of the luxurious Fairy in the nine Heaven Realms surrounding the Celestial Court live in this listening typhoon.

It was only over a thousand steps, and Taoxian sitting on the peach branch brought out the beautiful fairy wine.

“Brother Jian, how much wine?” He took off two pots of peach blossoms in Taoxian’s hand, and Xiaodijun directly stuffed a pot with Jian Wushuang.

“It’s okay.” Jian Wushuang did not decline, holding up the thin ear jug ​​and drinking it for a long time.

The wine line with a hint of powder enters the throat, and the clear and sweet meaning is dispersed in the peach forest.

Little Emperor slightly smiled, also learning Jian Wushuang, holding a jug full and drinking.

This peach brew from Peach Immortal Wine seems to have only one pot, but there are holes in the pot, let alone a catty.

Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred pounds at once, and then stopped, only to feel transparent and unable to say that it was comfortable.

But the little emperor on the side was like a whale swallowing a cow, and he drank a jug of wine.

“I said, you’re such a drinker, don’t panic?” Jian Wushuang asked.

For their immortal Yan Xian, things like wine, whether sincere or not, are already drunk.

Even if it ’s a fairy wine, it ’s just a taste of the throat, not drunk.

But he looked towards the little emperor who had a hazy meaning in his eyes, and found that things were not so simple.

“No way, are you drunk?” Jian Wushuang asked again.

The little emperor whose face was reddish was hearing this, and slowly shook his head. “No, I ’m not drunk. How can I get drunk after waiting for the trifling peach brew.”

Listening to the sound of a big tongue, Jian Wushuang reluctantly took the hip flask in his hand.