Legend of Swordsman - #4821 - Chapter 4821

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And the existence of this ancient power is most likely to be sealed by True Martial Yang when he opened up his domain, and is in a hostile state with True Martial Yang.

Xi Qingchi squatted behind Jian Wushuang, staring at her beautiful eyes in horror and looking around.

“Emperor? Emperor, why don’t you speak?”

The voice that can deter the meaning of Qing Qing, but it is incomparably cautiously, shows a sense of acknowledgement allegiance.

Jian Wushuang, who was also a little nervous, calmed down, because he heard the respectful, mellow feeling in that voice, which was definitely not a treacherous villain.

“Wushuang, leave this place quickly.” Di Qing said cautiously.

Jian Wushuang looked towards him, and then said, “No hurry, let’s wait here for a while.”

After he finished, he walked slowly.

“Wait for me.” The cleaning pool quickly followed, for fear of falling behind by half a point.

Thanqing frowned, and eventually followed along without saying a word.

The reason why Jian Wushuang did not leave, but walked slowly, because that call again gave him an inexplicable and intimate feeling, weird and unspeakable.

The more you move forward, the clearer the sound becomes.

“Secretary, see the emperor!”

An ancient scream seems to be coming from the heart of the earth, respectful and pious.

Jian Wushuang’s heart moved, and then looked towards the rugged mountain rocks under his feet. Those voices obviously came from the heart of the earth.

For a moment of silence, he opened the mouth and said, “Everyone, I am just one passer-by, not your emperor.”

Those voices disappeared, and then resounded again, “Impossible, your whole body has the breath of an emperor, how could it not be the emperor of the subject?”

“Don鈥檛 you want to give up your princes?”

The voice suddenly felt sad and lonely.

“I’m really not your emperor, I’m just a passer-by who didn’t intend to break into this place.” Jian Wushuang was helpless, and he asked, “What is your emperor’s name?”

These voices suddenly became alert again, “Are you, True Martial Yang’s seated eagle dog?”

Jian Wushuang responded, “No, rest assured.”

The voice was silent for a moment, and finally said, “The real name of the emperor is the six emperors.”

My heart is moving like a thunderous explosion.

Is the name of the emperor of the Six Crows, not the former owner of the former Celestial Court that Jian Wushuang and the others did not intend to enter earlier?

The emperor鈥檚 real name is impossible. In combination with the excitement of these previous voices and piety, they were absolutely the princes of the six crow emperors.

It鈥檚 just a coincidence…

A heavenly field that you didn鈥檛 intend to enter. The power sealed in it was actually related to the Six Crow Emperor.

“Since you say you are a passer-by, why do you have the breath of Emperor Six Crow?”

Jian Wushuang hearing this, said, “A sentence or two are unclear about this matter. Please show up.”

Heaven and Earth is still, for a long time, the voice sighs, “It鈥檚 not that we don鈥檛 want to show up, we are really weak, our fairy source is imprisoned by the True Martial eagle under the sun, immortal physique , I can鈥檛 move halfway.鈥?/p>

Jian Wushuang was interested, and through those directions where he made a sound, he had determined that the place where they were imprisoned was in the god peak up ahead.

He flew straight across, facing the Shenfeng, palms and fingers like a sword, rising with thousands of sword intent, carrying the general trend to cut off the Shenfeng.

“hong long long!”

The entire Shenfeng Divided into two, and Jian Wushuang released the word intent one after another, like carving, continuously cutting Shenfeng.

In the end, only the base of several zhang was left in the whole Shenfeng.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the stone chips kept peeling off, eventually revealing a chain of thick and long True Dragon.

There are thousands of chains, and an Eighteen figure is trapped at the end of the chain.

The clothing on them was already broken, and the trapped limbs were twisted in a rather strange posture, apparently broken.

That’s how Eighteen’s figure fits into Jian Wushuang’s eyes.

Xi Qing Chi covered his mouth with his hands, afraid to make a sound.

Tiqing is also brows tightly knit, always vigilant.

Eighteen figure, Eighteen Dayan fairy.

Just because they are so miserable, it still made Jian Wushuang unexpected.

In the face of such a huge movement, this Eighteen figure naturally felt, but they were all at a loss, no one looked towards Jian Wushuang them, as if Jian Wushuang and the others did not exist.

Jian Wushuang looked towards them and quickly found out why.

The eighteen great Yanxian, all their eyes have been dug out, only empty eyes, naturally can not see the outside world.

“Are you still there?” led a long-browed old man, cautiously asked.

Jian Wushuang nodded, “I am here.”

“Since this is the case, can you tell me why you have the breath of the Six Crow Emperor?” the long-browed old man said in a condensed voice.

“Naturally, I can tell,” Jian Wushuang had no intention of concealing it. Even if he had no intention of entering the Celestial Court of the Six Crow Emperor, and how to gain the perception of the Six Crow Emperor, they all spoke carefully to them.

Chen Qing is cautious and directly releases her strength. She wraps up the wash basin with her ears ready to listen to ensure that Jian Wushuang鈥檚 words are not heard by anyone other than them.

After all, these things are life-or-death matters. If it comes out, the consequences will be catastrophic.

Time goes by.

When Jian Wushuang’s voice finally stopped, everything was silent.

The eighteen Dayan Immortals were silent, as if their hearts were dead.

Because their eyes were dug out, they naturally couldn鈥檛 cry in sorrow, but just sluggish.

In the end, the long-browed old man asked in a loud voice, “Are you all dead?”

“Yes, there is no Yanxian, Dayanxian, and survive.”

Jian Wushuang’s words are like sharp knives, fiercely cutting them.

Slow down his head slowly, his long-browed old man mourns, “The servants are incompetent, and in the end they still failed to keep the Celestial Court and protect the emperor.”

All the way to cultivation till now, Jian Wushuang’s heart is like a rock, but perfection’s state of mind does not mean Leng Xue Wuqing.

He has seen countless fairy bones in Heaven Realm. Each of the fairy bones used to be a fairy in the dominates a region, but they belonged to the war between the emperors and caused them to die.