Legend of Swordsman - #4802 - Chapter 4802

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The hot Supreme killing intent, so there was a moment of stagnation.

It was this momentary stagnation that made Jian Wushuang breathe.

He tried almost all his energy and fled to escape.

But it was still a little late.

Incomparable, terrifying breath beyond imagination, it is easy to destroy Jian Wushuang directly!

His right arm holding the invisible sword is completely Shattered!

In exchange for the opportunity to escape at the cost of breaking one arm, cold sweat flows from the sideburns of Jian Wushuang.

The irresistible, untouchable atmosphere is too terrifying. It is just the last emperor obsession that is so terrifying. If the emperor came in person, what would it be like?

“Good boy, can actually let you escape.” Di Qing looked at him coldly, “If at first, I might take you as an emissary, but now, anyone who dares to refer to Celestial Court, Will be destroyed!”

Hong Zhong’s loud voice resounded, and the pupil with golden glow scanned everyone present.

Realm’s slightly weaker Chunqiu and Cui Jing, in this brief moment, seem to be unable to withstand the unnamed oppression and kneel directly on the ground.

Chen Qing was obviously not well received, but he still struggled to get rid of the shackles and stretched out his arms, trying to drag Jian Wushuang out of that range.

But Xinghuo Anneng competes with Haoyue, and the momentum he released has been directly defeated by the emperor obsession in the body of Qing Xian.

Jian Wushuang, whose right arm was cut off, withered his breath, and there was no possibility of escape. He was already deciding to disperse all his strength and try his best to preserve the last breath.

The entire Celestial Court is trembling. Although it is the last emperor obsession, they may still be easily beheaded and destroyed.

No one can escape the sanctions of the emperor.

Jian Wushuang only feels like he has fallen into the endless abyss, the ice is cold to the extreme, and every cell is breaking.

Jin Eye Dasheng seems to have sentenced them to death.

“Did you really die like this?” He couldn’t believe it, his deep face reflected in the cold face of Di Qing.

Everything is annihilating and the final fall apart.

Just in the obsession of the emperor, when the punishment was lowered, a sudden and outdated doubt sounded around Jian Wushuang.

“Huh? Why is there such a familiar atmosphere here, did you two old bastard find it?”

It was the voice of Gao Shou old man Yang Jun, which came from the bowl of Yang.

Jian Wushuang shuddered as if grabbing the last life-saving straw and desperately opened the bottle stopper of the bowl.

Yang Jun’s figure walked out of the bowl of Yang, and his eyes directly locked the body of Di Qing, a little surprised.

And the original Qing, who was reducing the penalty, also stopped the movement and exuded the golden glow of the pupil, which is also unbelievable.

“Yang Jun?!”

“Six Crows?!”

Two suspicious voices sounded simultaneously.

Tall and thin old man Yang Jun was a little unbelievable. He walked straight away, turned around in a circle, and muttered in his mouth, “Aren’t your old boy dead scum left? How has it changed? Become this look?”

Took a deep breath, after staring deeply at Yang Jun for a while, he was a little uncertain and said, “Are you really Yang Jun?”

“While looking at the sky of the sky, who can find the second place, who is more emperor than me, Yang Jun?” Yang Jun stood straight and caressed.

“Sure enough it is you…” Di Qing’s eyes twitched slightly, and then he said with emotion, “I really didn’t expect to be able to meet old friends before I will go.”

“After all, I remember that you haven’t… How come you are fully recovered now?” Yang Jun was puzzled and looked at him carefully.

Di Qing hearing this with a bitter smile, and then a dark cloud of smoke poured from the top of the skull.

At the same time as the plume of dark clouds of smoke blew out, Di Qing’s entire figure was directly weakened, and then fell into the hall, fainting to death.

The cloud smoke slowly formed in the air, and finally condensed into a real body of the emperor dressed in the emperor Yun costume of the ink plume.

“My real shadow has long been broken in that war, and even my real body has become a fan, now what you see me is just an obsession, an obsession about to dissipate.”

Yang Jun is called the emperor of the Six Crows, and a touch of loneliness flashed through Chi Jin’s pupils.

After hearing this, Yang Jun couldn’t help angrily said, “Damn True Martial Yang, until this Emperor is fully recovered, he will keep his blood feud!”

At the same time, two streams of light poured out of the bowl and came to the six emperors.

“Six crows, long time no see.”

Su He, who has bizarre double pupils, and Dao Gong with a face and dignity, appear simultaneously, smiling.

The eyes of Emperor Six Crows were fixed, and finally he smiled, “I know, you three Old Guys must be alive.”

“That year is gone, only to see the last one at this moment.”

The atmosphere is a bit heavy, and the three emperors naturally perceive that the real shadow of the emperor of the six crows is long gone, and now he is only the last obsession.

“You, you are too stubborn, don’t understand the reason of leaving Qingshan here, and don’t fear that there is no firewood.” Yang Jun sighed, and the old friend who was also the emperor became the look of the moment, and he was naturally in a lonely mood. .

But the emperor of the Six Crows smiled comfortably, “I was shattered with the real shadow, and at the beginning it was fiercely who put True Martial Yang together, leaving him a wound that could not heal, if I let me choose now Once, I will still do this.”

“This is my destination, you don’t have to worry about it, since you all left a real shadow, there will be a day to recover, and it’s not too late to ask True Martial to collect debts.”

When the three emperors saw that the six crow emperors were so open-minded, they could not help but ask, “Six crows, have you put down?”

“Let’s put down?” The six crow emperor took a deep breath, and then scolded with full energy. Burial with people.”

The three emperors looked at each other, and they all didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. This is what Great Emperor’s style of speaking looks calm and everything is not on the surface.

“I smelled this boy’s body smelling of wine.” Yang Jun made a small one, and then stretched out his hand to take the bottle gourd from Chen Qing’s waist.