Legend of Swordsman - #4925 - Chapter 4925
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Young Master Yu’s voice resounded in the void battlefield, and all the Yanxians kneeling on the ground let out a sigh of relief.
As long as the emperor can be verified, they will certainly follow.
All the immortals have seen that this true shadow of True Martial Yang Dijun was actually sealed for too long, so I didn’t know the identity of Young Master Yu.
Looking at the colorful divine blood thrown in the sky, the true shadow of True Martial Yang will be suspicious, and look at Young Master Yu solemnly.
The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and the cut he made on his wrist just a moment ago was a bit big, causing the divine blood to not flow out slowly, but burst out like a blowout…
If this continues, I’m afraid it will become weak after a while.
“The emperor, you can find out after checking it.” Young Master Yu said nervously, and stretched his hand over.
True Martial Yang’s true shadow didn’t hesitate anymore, and with a wave of his palm, he fetched a drop of divine blood.
A drop of colorful divine blood lies in the palm of a certain unknown, breath condense above Heavenly Dao.
True Martial Yang Ning looked into his hands, the divine blood leaped like a breast swallow, leaping happily, and in a blink of an eye, it directly entered the true shadow, moisturizing the true shadow.
Retract the palm, True Martial Yang took a deep breath and looked towards Young Master Yu’s eyes softened a lot.
“You said, you are my third child?”
Young Master Yu was overjoyed and hurriedly said, “Going back to the emperor, I am the third child under your seat, Young Master Yu.”
True Martial Yang hearing this, the original soft gaze suddenly became sharp again, just like two Heavenly Dao, Young Master Yu long kneeling cannot rise directly pressed.
“Then why do you want to kill your eldest brother?!”
The cold sweat broke out again in an instant, but he quickly handed over and made a bitter bitter hatred.
“Father, you don’t know. Although Young Master Yan is the eldest brother, he has never done a thing that the eldest brother should do. He was cruel to our six brothers. Not long ago, He actually did something contrary.”
“Fifth Young Master Mo, he sent Yanxian to kill!”
“Poor fifth brother, his head was cut off, Xianyuan was crushed!”
Young Master Yu stood up and said, eyes filled with tears, and then couldn’t help crying.
True Martial Yang Zhenying, who heard this incident, was so shocked that he couldn’t help but clenched his palms under the Chinese clothes.
Then he muttered, “I have seven sons?! Zheng Er actually gave birth to seven sons for me?”
“…”
Young Master twitches at the corners of the feather’s mouth, it seems that he is brewing that many emotions, and True Martial Yang did not notice…
Soon, the true shadow of True Martial Yang regained his mind, and browsed tightly knit. If as he said, the fifth son was killed by Young Master, then I am afraid that today’s affairs will be extremely troublesome.
This true shadow of the True Martial Yang left behind in its peak period cannot last for too long, and it has even slowly dissipated.
So soon, True Martial Yang looked at Jian Wushuang, who was kneeling in the sky and covered in blood, and asked, “Yan’er, what he said is the truth. My fifth son is yours. Yan Xian went to kill?”
The Supreme Heavenly Dao in Cangyu Bell was so severely injured that Jian Wushuang could not speak at this moment.
And Young Master Yu, who was on the opposite side, saw this scene and hurriedly said, “The emperor, you are mistaken, he is not the Young Master, the one behind you is the Young Master!”
True Martial Yang hearing this was startled, and looked subconsciously behind him, only to see that besides Jian Wushuang, there was a handsome young man standing behind him.
Four eyes met, and True Martial Yang frowned soon.
The little emperor bends slowly, “Yan’er, I have seen the emperor.”
He didn’t say much, he directly extended the hand and placed the palm of Xiaodijun’s forehead to probe.
Soon, a touch of sadness and pain flashed in True Martial Yang’s eyes.
The physique of Xiaodijun is so special that it cannot be concealed at all.
“Yan’er, your physique…”
True Martial Yang couldn’t go on, turned around desolately, looked towards Jian Wushuang who had recovered, “Then who are you my son again?”
“The emperor, that’s wrong, he is not the emperor at all, but the heavenly official of Young Master!” Young Master Yu hurriedly corrected.
And True Martial is hearing this, and the brow is even more condensed, and immediately he takes out one divine blood directly from Jian Wushuang within the body.
The mystery of the divine blood is changeable, showing a hazy color, making it difficult for Yanxian to observe its core.
In the palm of True Martial Yang, Jian Wushuang’s divine blood is also pulsating. It seems to have some unknown familiarity and tentativeness, but not at all blends into the true shadow of True Martial Yang, but always Wandering.
“Why, I have a very strong sense of familiarity…”
Looking at the profound blood in his hand that seemed to be protected by some breath, True Martial Yang’s true shadow couldn’t help but set out to relieve the breath.
But soon he was surprised to find that he couldn’t solve the restriction on this drop of blood!
True Martial Yang’s eyes became serious in an instant. He looked towards Jian Wushuang and asked again, “You really are not my emperor? Why do I feel a familiar feeling in you?”
Jian Wushuang is at a loss. It has only been a few decades since he came to Dayanhuan from the Divine Force universe.
Before this, he and the entire big division domain, and True Martial Yang’s Celestial Court had not had any intersection.
Being able to feel the familiar feeling from him is really tantamount to a fantasy story.
Just when Jian Wushuang was about to deny, the little Emperor who hadn’t spoken for a long time said, “The emperor, he is indeed not your emperor.”
True Martial Yang hearing this, no longer speak, but the confusion in his eyes is deeper.