Legend of Swordsman - #4767 - Chapter 4767

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Jian Wushuang hearing this, grasping Young Master Mo’s neck with one hand, and the other hand directly walked into his arms.

Chen Qing, under the combined offensive of the five mysterious figures, has not been able to persevere for a long time, and has already begun to catch up.

He will find the Bone Armor in the zigzag pattern in less than ten breaths and escape from here.

But in the next moment, the Young Master who was completely unable to move even a little bit suddenly flashed a bit of brutality in his ink eyes, and the palm behind his back brought out a glimmer of light, which stabbed Jian Wushuang directly.

Strong crisis rise in the mind. He almost stabbed his head an inch at the same time as the light stabbed.

However, it was still too late. The palms glowing in the light left a narrow wound directly in the neck of Jian Wushuang, and divine blood spewed out.

He took pain, and his palm was subconsciously loose, Young Master Mo took the opportunity to push it back with another palm, and then quickly escaped!

“courting death!” Jian Wushuang was furious, and his neck was recovered at a very fast speed. He smashed his palm forward, and Supreme almost blocked all the retreat of Young Master Mo.

But this established situation has changed again, Young Master ink all all one throw, put all his energy into the left arm, at the cost of a whole arm shatter, torn apart the majestic trend of Jian Wushuang .

Then, Young Master Mo looked back at him bitterly, and body flashed fled towards the outside of the temple.

Seeing this situation, how could Jian Wushuang let him leave, and even when Chen Qing, who was struggling to resist, Chunqiu and the two heard it and chased them out.

“Lao Tzu, I won’t play with you anymore!” Chen Qing’s forehead and blue muscles are very fragile, and his body was almost hung up and beaten. The five bodies were clearly targeted. It is planned that once separated, he will ascend directly outside the hall.

The entire temple is irreparably collapsed.

In the sudden battle, a group of Dianxiu and Yanxian who had gone to the banquet hall already had more than half of their deaths and injuries, and the rest survived. They had already escaped from the temple.

At this point, only three Dayan Immortals are left in the crumbling Temple!

Under two towns and one, black robe is embarrassed.

Two Dayan Immortals shot him down, making it difficult for him to get out of it. Even immortal physique reached the edge of collapse.

Although I have been sleeping in the Temple of Heaven for a long time, the black robe is very clear. The Dayan Immortal that exists in the entire vast Division, except for the 99 people under the True Martial Yang Emperor, absolutely no more than one hand number.

The so-called Dayan Immortal is the existence of Profound Mystery, which is completely over-extracted. Only when you reach Dayan Immortal as a Profound Mystery, will you have such a chance to touch the emperor’s luck.

This shows that the rarity and terrifying degree of Dayanxian.

But right now, there are two Dayan immortals to intercept the Young Master ink, what a great generosity.

Looking at the vast vast borders, who can have such a means of communication?

He couldn’t imagine it at all, and even thought it was True Martial’s intention to descend.

“Which one are you seated in, but did you ever know that beheading the Young Master ink was against True Martial Yang Dijun and against the entire Division?”

Black robe is still holding the last fluke under hard resistance, trying to let them know the serious consequences.

But the two Dayan Immortals who dealt with it, turned a deaf ear to it, and didn’t care about the so-called True Martial Yang Dijun in his mouth, and the entire Division.

The power of terrifying has already crushed and shattered the heavenly temple above this little fairy state.

A scene of destruction.

The Young Master ink running away from the Temple of Heaven is like a stray dog ​​at this moment, dragging a broken arm and running away desperately.

On the entire Xiaoxianzhou, Scarlet Liaoyuan, under the hands of Dayanxian, the night clouds are faintly showing signs of collapse.

Jian Wushuang follow closely from behind, the long and narrow wounds between his necks have been completely healed, and no scars have been left.

Everything that is happening right now is far beyond his expectations. He didn’t expect that there will be other people coming to intercept the Young Master ink.

And looking at this posture, it seems that it came from a complete extermination.

Jian Wushuang does not care about his life and death, but the impact or consequences after this incident will be huge.

As the fifth son of True Martial Yang Emperor’s seat, if he falls, I am afraid that all the top repairs and Yanxian in this war will be thoroughly investigated.

Their three people are also very likely to be involved.

So Young Master Mo cannot die, even if it is dead, they cannot die in their hands.

Find Bone Armor, and then escape silently. This is the best solution for the moment.

After Chen Qing and Chun Qiu were in charge, they cut off the mastermind who led the incident, and five of the seven Swordsman were isolated.

Jian Wushuang is chasing Young Master ink in the clouds.

The vast clouds and the real life-and-death terror made him burst into his final potential. Even Jian Wushuang, who was striving to catch up, was faintly struggling.

Young Master broke through the clouds and fled towards the center of the entire Xiaoxianzhou.

There is one Tongtian Fusang Tree with Xianzhou as its foundation.

The canopy of the canopy is composed of huge dark green branches, without a leaf.

A huge golden cage hangs above the crown of Fusang Tree.

The golden cage is entrenched in a big day that cannot be looked directly at!

At this moment, Young Master Mo Nacang’s body has already run to Fusang Tree.

“Teach me to save me!”

A loud and frightened voice resounded from Young Master Mo ’s mouth. He was already an arrow at the end of its flight and placed all hope in his voice.

In Fusang Tree ’s golden cage, the dazzling round of the sun moved.

The head of the bird with red golden light wheels, slowly lifted.

This is one has four purposes Golden Crow!

As its bird’s head lifted, the polar night was dispelled, and the two pairs of red eyes were like four rounds of sun, and Yaoyao could not look directly.

“Whee-”

The cries that were torn through the territory were about to be heard, and the whole night in the northern state of Celestial Immortal was dispelled, and the light came.

The golden cage was opened, and it spread its wings and flew out, billion ten thousand zhang. The glorious trend with its wings and feathers spread out, shining in the fairy state.

A total of nine red purple long Ling, with Golden Crow spreading wings to form a round of giant sun, from its tail section down, with Supreme majestic momentum.

In this brief moment, even Jian Wushuang raised his hand subconsciously to cover his eyes, and could no longer go to First Step.