Legend of Swordsman - #4772 - Chapter 4772

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For a moment, the air fell into a state of silence.

Jian Wushuang soon understood why Zheng Ying was a shocked expression, because he has now transformed into an ordinary guard’s face, which is completely different from his previous face.

Jian Wushuang didn’t recognize him as the voyage.

It’s just that at the moment when the two of them met again, there were so weird.

The woman who disappeared quietly after the war of Whirlpool, why is it suddenly appearing in the northern Celestial Immortal state, and appears to be running from the suppress and kill Young Master.

Is she a messenger of a certain emperor under the constellation of True Martial?

Jian Wushuang was a little unsure, opened her mouth slightly but said nothing, and then turned to leave.

At this moment, a sudden big crisis behind him suddenly turned his head.

Afterwards, a real sword with lingering force almost rubbed his neck and thrust forward, bringing a trace of blood.

If it is not to avoid time, this sword is enough to cause a heavy blow to Jian Wushuang!

After he survived the crisis, he turned to look towards Zheng Ying, his eyes sinking like water.

Zheng Ying’s beautiful face is cold at the moment, right hand is holding the sword, and he didn’t even say a word, carrying Yan Yan again to Jian Wushuang.

“Are you sick?”

The index and middle fingers caught the blade that went straight to his door in a flash. Jian Wushuang pressed his heart and angered, and said to Zheng Ying, “Is it true that I am a persimmon?”

Zheng Ying’s stature remains in a stabbing state, and there are some doubts in her cold eyes, because she heard something familiar from the young guard in front of her.

But in the next moment, an even colder killing intent broke out. From behind Zheng Ying, there were suddenly hundreds of magnificent forces, all suppressed to Jian Wushuang.

Rao is thinking about his old feelings again, and Jian Wushuang also raised his anger, and he suddenly slammed the front with his palms and fought against those forces.

A burst of martyrdom stirred up under Fusang Tree.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang was also a finger pointed, turned into several Yanli water dragons, trapped to Zheng Ying.

He didn’t want to kill Zheng Ying, because after all, he was one of the few people he saw when he first came to Dayanhuan, so he was just trying to trap her.

It’s just that, the more Zheng Ying resists fiercely, surpassing the general strength of Yan Xian, which makes Jian Wushuang a headache.

“What the hell are you going to do, don’t overdo Zheng Ying!” Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of her, said solemnly.

Zheng Ying, who has been silent, finally spoke, “How do you know my name?”

Jian Wushuang hearing this was also silent, only then did he realize that he could not reveal any information about himself at all.

At the end, he emptied and pushed Zheng Ying away.

“Don’t care who I am, I advise you, Young Master Mo is best not to kill.”

After leaving this sentence, Jian Wushuang apparently didn’t want to get entangled anymore, and just walked away.

Looking at the familiar back of has several points of, Zheng Ying didn’t catch up, but turned to look towards the young Master ink lying under the Fusang Tree, angry.

After several fights and escapes, Young Master Mo has already opened his eyes, leaving only his eyes unwilling.

With Diqing and Dayanxian, the entire Xiaoxian State and even the northern Celestial Immortal State are on the verge of collapse.

The old root of Panshan in Fusang Tree has broken, and the gravel is falling straight.

Zheng Ying stepped forward, facing the setting sun of the sun, without any hesitation, a sword cut off the head of Young Master Mo.

Then, she extended the hand again, releasing the majestic force and crushing his fairy source easily.

At this point, True Martial is the fifth emperor under the Yang seat, Young Master ink.

Under Fusang Tree.

The Northern Celestial Immortal state, supported by the Young Master Mortyr’s luck, began to collapse, and all avenues and luck began to be disordered.

Heaven and Earth grief, this is the reaction of the death of the emperor.

And Zheng Ying, the terminator of everything, looked at the dead head in his hand and waved his hand to intercept the young Master Mo’s final luck.

In the end, the skull was turned into a cup of powder, which was scattered under the Fusang Tree.

The emperor passed away, and Heaven and Earth Avenue tremble.

At this moment, Yanxian, or Dayanxian, who is fighting in the northern Celestial Immortal state, has noticed.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the expression complex. Finally, he looked at the figure standing under Fusang Tree, and then left quickly.

Young Master Mo eventually dies, and any Yanxian or Dayanxian present will definitely be thoroughly investigated by Celestial Court.

If you leave any clues, it will surely be a disaster!

Jian Wushuang will not forget that, apart from the True Martial Yang who is emperor’s luck, the entire Celestial Court also has 99 Dayan immortals.

Any of them has a Supreme almighty who is absolutely capable of playing against Qing Qing alone.

So right now, escaping quickly is the most correct choice.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu, who are fighting hard to resist, only feel that they are all loose. The mysterious Five Swordsman stopped the offensive, and sultaneously shouted at the sky, “Young Master Mo is dead, withdraw!”

The two mottled Dayan Immortals hearing this on the body of divine blood directly give up the confrontation with Diqing and prepare to escape.

“Want to run? Leave it to me!” Di Qing sighed angrily, his arms shook, and they grabbed them.

Two great Yanxian, hurriedly running Yanli to resist, meanwhile said solemnly, “Young Master Mo is dead, Celestial Court will inevitably track down, and will not go now, you can’t walk away if you want to go!”

Yi Qingqing smiled, “There is so much time, I will kill you first, and it will not be too late!”

“Brainless stupid.” Since they were unable to get out, the two Dayan immortals were also anxious. At this node, staying here for one more point would make the more impossible escape.

But Diqing didn’t let them leave, and they were fighting again for a while.

“Spring and Autumn, Chen Qing, let’s go!” Jian Wushuang resembled an electric figure, carrying the general trend, and directly opened the five Swordsman’s blockade to assist the two.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded, and the three escaped together.

“Brother Jian Brother, Young Master Mo really died?” During the escape, Chen Qing asked to be able to bear.

He still can’t believe it. The fifth emperor under True Martial’s constellation of the constellation died out in such a simple way?

Jian Wushuang slightly bowed his head, “The luck has all gone, and there is no chance of survival by chance.”

Chen Qing is nodded, I don’t know whether it’s joy or worry, “Damn, playing so hastily, I actually forgot to sprinkle hot urine on the Temple of Heaven.”