Legend of Swordsman - #5017 - Chapter 5017
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The Hongmeng purple meaning is all shattered, turning into billions of tassels and disappearing from nothing.
And the ink azure sword slashed its momentum, directly towards Yuyao.
She was shocked by the unspeakable horror. She almost didn’t even think, so she blocked the Hongmeng True Sword in front of her.
“Ding——!”
The crisp and sweet sword cry is fleeting, and the breath disappears completely.
The Hongmeng purple meaning is completely shattered, and the ink azure sword is also missing. Everything seems to have never appeared before.
But at the next moment, Yuyao’s long hair between her left ear was simultaneously fractured, and the Hongmeng True Sword that lay in front of her also quietly broke into two pieces from the tip of the sword!
The prosperous sword has forced one quasi-emperor to this point!
Yuyao has been completely shocked. She can’t believe it. Why does the guy who had been easily wiped out by herself before give her an unpredictable feeling?
The black cloud, who was running away for his life, naturally took this scene in his eyes, and saw that Yu Yao was almost crushed, he couldn’t help but smile happily.
But when he turned his head, he was shocked to find that the road ahead was blocked by a kind of azure barrier!
The barrier tenacious is incomparable, like the feathers of a layer of ink azure, which is extremely curious.
A wisp of cold sweat flowed from his temples, and he suddenly realized that the moment Jian Wushuang took the shot, he didn’t intend to let them leave alive.
Break the sword with the sword. At this moment, Jian Wushuang’s eyes are completely replaced by Mo azure, and his whole body exudes a majestic momentum.
He used Six Crow Emperors to stay in the divine sense, the last one of the six emperors’ luck.
The power of the surging emperor’s luck of the six crow emperors has all poured into the immortal physique.
Thanks to the weird characteristics of Undying and Inextinguishable immortal physique, Jian Wushuang can almost perfectly absorb and fit any emperor’s luck, and can exert all the formidable power.
The previous True Martial emperor’s luck and the current Six Crow emperor’s luck can be fully utilized within the body.
This is so horrible that even Jian Wushuang can’t explain it clearly. He is obviously just a peak Yanxian, but now he can fight the Emperor Zhun…
From the shock came back to his senses, Yuyao looked at him complicatedly.
And Jian Wushuang didn’t bother to talk nonsense with her at all. A guy who set up such a poisonous scheme to make all Yanxian who follow her die, even if he becomes a quasi emperor, there will only be one end.
Dead!
Holding the ink blue long sword, at this moment, thousands of sword intents are all in one.
Wushuang Sword Dao, Galaxy Sword Intent, Second Style.
The river.
The lofty Tianhe River flows out from the eternal extinguishment and nothingness, and billions of sword intents condense with each other and become a super sword river.
Different from the past, the sword river at this time is like a sea without a border, full of dead silence, cold and barren.
It’s like flowing from eternity, never extinguished.
This sword surpasses the realm and cannot be said.
Yuyao finally knew why Heiyun had lost self-control and escaped by begging for mercy.
Because this sword is too variable.
Too late to think, Yu Yao directly moved out of the Hongmeng Immortal Formation, and at the same time, he also condense a Dadao Hongmeng Purple Spear!
giving tit for tat, the inch has appeared!
The lofty Hei Tianhe swept over, and the entire Hongmeng Immortal Formation was instantly swallowed.
Yuyao, who was in the center of the fairy formation, only felt darkness in his eyes, and there was no other color.
An even more unbelievable scene appeared. The Hongmeng Immortal Formation, which was so strong that the black clouds could not be broken, actually broke into countless fine cracks at the moment of collision.
Broken only in an instant!
The black sword river roared, completely tore the Hongmeng fairy formation, and swallowed it towards Yuyao.
Yuyao can no longer remain indifferent, holding the Dadao Hongmeng Purple Spear and stabs the sword river with the tip of the spear.
In an instant, the crazy sword river was split into two halves from the middle.
Yuyao, who is in the middle of the tide of sword river, trembles slightly.
The sword river seems endless, consuming her divine sense little by little.
She was struggling to support her, and the arm holding Lance trembled even more.
Just as Yuyao was about to retreat desperately, the endless sword river suddenly disappeared.
However, without waiting for her to breathe a sigh of relief, at the end of the sword river, Jian Wushuang held a black long sword in his hand, quietly appearing like a ghost!
With a sword stab, Yuyao subconsciously stood up and broke the road to resist.
The impervious purple spear that can destroy even the chaotic throne of the dark cloud, in this brief moment, seems to have lost its charm and become impossible to withstand a single blow.
The tip of the sword easily shattered the tip of the spear, and the forward stab was cast off.
The whole broken Hongmeng Purple Spear exploded inch by inch, along with the one that exploded, and Yuyao’s right arm that held the spear.
“Pu chi!”
A sound that couldn’t be more subtle, and then everything died.
She only felt the immortal physique’s unbearable pain, and then looked down.
An ink-green long sword pierced through the right rib and penetrated the entire immortal physique.
divine blood gushes from the wound, spilling into the void.
The imperial suit was broken, and her entire right arm was also disappeared.
Under this Peerless Sword, Yu Yao was defeated.
There was still an incredible expression in her eyes, and divine blood flowed out of her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.
Jian Wushuang stepped back Half Step, his eyes still cold.
“Why, why, how did you do it, you are obviously just a fairy…”
Yu Yao said in pain, she felt the emperor’s luck in the immortal physique dissipating rapidly.
Jian Wushuang did not answer her, his eyes still scornful.
Immediately afterwards, a cry resounded as if coming from nine days.
“唳——”
Afterwards, from behind Jian Wushuang, a huge Totem constructed with a black ink aura appeared.
The Totem is huge and full of Supreme coercion, and only one chasing bird is depicted in the entire Totem.
The chasing bird is like a flowing cloud, azure in ink, with a hexagonal head, draped in ten thousand feathers, and crowing with its head high, full of Supreme coercion.
Along with the appearance of this huge Totem, Jian Wushuang immortal physique revealed a breath that had never appeared before.
Yuyao’s eyes suddenly widened, staggering back.
She knew very clearly what that breath represented, and because of this, she was shocked.
That is, emperor luck!
A Yanxian will have the emperor’s luck? !
For a long time, she said bitterly, “Why do you have emperor luck?”
Jian Wushuang did not answer, but said in a low voice, “Is it me, or do you explain it yourself?”
Yuyao startedled, but she already knew what Jian Wushuang meant.
Relatively speechless, she already knew everything was powerless.
Just a sword broke his immortal physique, and Yu Yao couldn’t think of how to resist.
“Absurd, it is so absurd. The emperor’s luck I crave so much has finally given me such a result.”
She was weeping, and the immortal physique withered to the extreme in this brief moment.
“I regret it.”
“I knew today, why was it in the past?” Rarely, Jian Wushuang said this to her.