Legend of Swordsman - #4862 - Chapter 4862

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Zhang Tian sitting on Tianju was slightly trembled. He looked towards the knight-errant young man who walked towards himself, inexplicably feeling an indescribable oppression force.

Jian Wushuang right hand holds the invisible sword, and the left hand holds a golden spear about one zhang long.

Even the Yanxian who are in chaos and fighting, either intentionally or unintentionally away from this god of killing, have a way out.

But soon, Zhang Heavenly Eye was filled with resentment and madness, “My son Zhang Shen, died in such an inexplicable manner, can’t I even revenge as a Father?! Hugh said he Young Master Yan is a little emperor, even if it is an emperor, I will get a fair today!”

“This fair, you can’t get it back, take the remaining forces and return to rest and recuperate.” Jian Wushuang lightly said, “Zhang Shen’s death, deserves the sin.”

“A good sin deserves it. Under the sky, who dares to condemn my son!” He shouted in exasperation, and slammed into the face of him.

Jian Wushuang’s gaze narrowed as Yan Tian’s palm, which was transformed from Yan Li, spurted away in front of the gun.

The two fought, stirring up layers of golden glow.

a spear thrust broke the cover of the sky and covered the palm of the sky, his castration was not reduced, the whole figure seemed to be with the long spear fuse together in his hand, with a press forward imposing manner, stab to Zhang Tian!

Zhang Tian inwardly startled in one’s heart, the towering figure sitting on Tianju’s back is almost subconsciously leaning back.

Long spear reached, and then Tianju hissed up.

It was just a shot, the sharp point of the gun, pierced through Tianma’s thick neck, and finally the whole one did not enter.

After trembling the tip of the gun from Zhang Tian’s throat, he stopped completely.

Tianju finally snorted with a low voice, pushing Jin Shan down and falling like a jade pillar in the sky.

Zhang Tianman regrets with eyes, flying away from Tianju’s back, clenching the long spear stained with red blood with one hand, and using a sudden thrust.

Jian Wushuang shot in time to resist, and the rumbling sound was resounding.

Zhang Tian’s this spear is so powerful that Jian Wushuang feels the tiger’s mouth pain.

“Don’t be the Young Master Yan’s accomplice anymore, I’m thinking that you are not the one who killed my son, and now leave quickly!” He held long spear and bullied him to fight against Jian Wushuang.

The whole body could not bear the strength and shattered.

One sword releases three thousand sword intent, and the majestic sword rises violently. With an irresistible momentum, Zhang Tian is forced to retreat.

Jian Wushuang raised his sword and stood, his eyes calm and deep.

“Everyone who is on the battlefield has nothing but two possibilities, one is to die and the other is to win. Which one do you think I will choose?”

Zhang Tianhe looked directly at him, not only the facial expression grave.

He saw a lot in his eyes, determined and calm, calm, as if there was a feeling that everything clearly understood in the mind.

It feels as if they are determined.

Who is this child? Even Young Master Yan, an emperor, will follow his command on this battlefield?

He has a hunch that if he keeps fighting like this, the fairyland will eventually be fragmented.

But Zhang Tian was not reconciled. The death of his son Zhang Shen was like a stabbing into his heart. He had only one son under his seat. Now that he is dead, how could he shake hands with his murderous enemy?

He has secretly made up his mind, even if he fights for the fragmentation of the fairyland, he has to gouge out a piece of flesh from Young Master!

“No matter what kind of you are, I will all die here today!” Zhang Tian shouted angrily, holding long spear in his hands.

“My fairyland Heavenly Sect, why be afraid of this battle, even if all fall, there will be paid fire wave transmissions, going back and forth!”

The high-pitched voice is like a sky thunder, injected into the hearts of Yanxian and Dingxiu in every fairyland, and the steepest Self-destruction issued the most swift counterattack!

Even if the ancestor-level top repairer passes peak again, it will not be able to cause effective damage to the immortal who already has Immortal Root.

So they made a move, nearly a hundred in one, rushed towards a group of eternal immortals, and then spontaneously shattered Source, bursting out a tragic explosion.

For a time, the original disadvantaged situation was instantly relieved.

The void oscillated and shattered completely.

Thousands of people who have repaired the broken Source have already transcended their cognition.

Even if Yanxian can still survive this slaying, but after being disturbed, it is extremely easy to be killed by the Yanxian in the fairyland.

The Yanxian from the Six-day realm, as well as the ancestral top repairers, began to suffer casualties.

The nearly ten immortals on the periphery all died out in an instant, and even the formation was faintly washed out.

“Wushuang, the matter is urgent!” Xiaodijun sounded transmission, his voice anxious.

Jian Wushuang vision freezes, a Seven Stars galaxy between his eyebrows quietly circulates, then his arms suddenly rise.

As his palms rise, countless rugged Divine Mountain rises from in the sky without any warning.

One, ten, a hundred!

Each Divine Mountain disperses the original imposing manner of the fierce immortal domain, or disperses the top repairs, and blocks them out, directly giving the six-day realm of the immortal camp a breather.

When Zhang Tian saw this scene, he couldn’t help being shocked. If the young man in front of him was not removed, it would have a major impact on the entire fairyland.

Thinking of this, he didn’t hesitate anymore, directly picked up the gun and pointed forward, launching the most violent offensive against Jian Wushuang.

Holding an invisible sword, Jian Wushuang walked slowly, facing Zhang Tian who was half of his body taller than Chen Qing and looked like a giant. He didn’t have the slightest fear.

Wushuang Sword Dao, Galaxy Sword Intent.

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