Legend of Swordsman

Today's Gongzi Yu has no possibility of escaping. If this hit is hit, he will not even be able to get out of the game.

"Emperor save me!"

Fighting the last trace of strength, Gong Ziyu's panic-stricken voice resounded throughout the heavens.

Zhen Wuyang sitting on top of the heavenly court can't calm down. No one knows the character of Xiaodijun better than him. That is a guy who is lawless and has no fear.

If he moved his heart, there was almost no room for maneuver.

Just as Zhen Wuyang was about to lower the true shadow, the heavens oscillated.

Each of the giant awns that blended in the horrible killing intention, while stabbing at the male feather, seemed to be blocked by a transparent barrier, and it was hard to score a half.

At the same time, a light red raging force surged up, smashing every giant awn to death!

Little Emperor's face froze, and the soft sword in his hand began to tremble.

With the light red coming from strength, it is the son of correction.

He stood in front of Gong Ziyu for a moment, and looked at Xiao Emperor with a complicated look.

"Yes, it's you ..." For the rest of his life, Gongzi Yu even said something unfavorable.

He did n’t squint, and the son stared tightly at the little emperor, "Yongzi Yan, I do n’t know how you realized the fairy style, but if you want to win the fairy peach by relying only on a fairy style, advise, Don't bother. "

With the sound of his words, nearly thirty Yanxian rushed from Siye, and showed a trend of encirclement, surrounding Xiaodijun and Jianwushuang in the center.

"Yongzi Yan, hand over Xiantao, and now quit automatically, I will spare you a life." Young Master said softly.

"Want Xiantao? It's up to you?" Xiao Dijun smiled disdainfully.

I don't know why, whenever faced with the little emperor, the anger in the inner heart of the younger son could not be restrained, even a sentence can make him angry.

"Intercepted on the spot!" The son sighed with exclamation.

The more than thirty Yan Xian immediately set off, the most extinct Yan Xian interlinked, facing the duo under the pressure.

Sword Wushuang moved, releasing the force without reservation.

At the same time, the ancestral technique, the realm of the realm of heaven, the realm of heaven!

With the blessing of the Yanxian Realm, the Tianmen Gate, which is the power of the ancestral art, has been completely transformed.

Under the guidance of one side, the dense web condensed by the force of thirty Yanxian could not be pressed down for a while, showing a glued state.

The little emperor raised the soft sword, and the sword was in full swing.

Together, the two broke through the attack of Yanxian.

The young man who was far away from the battle circle corrected, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and his gaze towards Jianwushuang began to become vigilant.

The move released by Jian Wushuang just now made the young man feel a little deterred.

"Fight against him, how much do you have the chance to win?" He held out his finger and pointed to the sword fighting Wushuang who was fighting.

The white robe beside him gazed, and then dimmed again, "less than 30%."

"Is it." Young Master slowly raised his mouth, "No wonder Young Master Yan didn't even bring Chen Qing, there was a deeper unpredictable guy around him."

"Son, let me go, I will bring Xiantao back." Baipao Yanxian asked.

The young man shook his head and turned to look at the young man Yu.

With a tight heart, Gongzi Yu stepped back half a step, and his eyes were alert and disturbed. Now that he is in a situation where the son wants to get him out, it is just a wave of effort.

"Help me do one thing, it's your reward for my life-saving grace." Gongzi said, suddenly a palm of his heart.

Immediately, a light red diffusive force poured into the limbs and corpses of the male son, and the meridian that had dried him up was filled again.

Gong Ziyu's condition recovered at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Remember, what you did to you just now, you just give it back. I'll wait for your good news." The younger patted his shoulder, and then slowly backed up with his partner.

How can Gongzi Yu not know what kind of abacus he is playing, but if he does n’t correct him, he will have fallen a long time ago, and where can he go back.

Even without the reminder of the son's correction, he would revenge and return all the great horror between life and death.

Returning to the pinnacle, Gongzi Yu felt the irresistible vigour in his body, and then stepped out in one step, magnifying the power of terror as if the waves swept forward.

A sword flies to a Yanxian, and Jianwu looks at the giant waves coming from the sky.

At the next moment, the little emperor came to him quietly, and his back blocked the huge wave of Yanli.

"Boom!"

The undifferentiated offensive made Yan Xian, who was a little careless, directly out of the game.

Jian Wushuang reacted, and waved his hand to form a barrier to protect the two.

The little emperor who had withstood most of the great waves of dynamism turned more red, and his black shirt was mostly broken.

Without him, I am afraid that it will be Jian Wushuang himself.

"Hold on, I will take you away." Looking at the little emperor with signs of fainting, Jian Wushuang sank in his heart, directly hugged his figure, and he was ready to escape.

He had already made the worst plan in his heart, reaching for Xiantao with his palm in his arms.

"Don't, you must not give it." Little Emperor looked up at Jian Wushuang, shaking his head slowly and firmly.

"Then we can see if we can rush out." Jian Wushuang said with a deep voice, the broken Tarot Excalibur pointed straight in his hand.

The young man Yuga came into the air with a smile, his palms were in the shape of a row of clouds, lowering his majesty.

Holding the little emperor with his left arm, he lifted the Tailuo Excalibur in his right hand. Sword Wushuang took a deep breath and used the absolute sword.

In such a situation, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, dying for survival. The most common sword to date has released the most terrifying power.

This is a desperate sword that can only be released in desperate circumstances, and there is no upper limit.

A sword can be regarded as a million swords, with a broken face.

The male Ziyu's full blow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ even only existed for a moment, and then broke, like a boiling lake, all dissipated.

"Cough, early, long ago I knew you could stop this offensive, and I wouldn't do much." With the help of Jian Wushuang, Xiao Dijun reluctantly said.

His body is weak, even if he understands the fairy style, he can't change his physique.

Jian Wushuang pursed her lips slightly, "It can be blocked now, but it may not be blocked just now."

Little Emperor's mouth slightly tilted, and then looked forward, "The strength is so disparate, I'm afraid this time, I really want to lose."

"If, what if something changes?" Jian Wushuang said slowly.

It seems to confirm his words. In the next moment, nearly twenty magnificent rainbow shadows rose from the giant river below him, and the majestic momentum was shocking.

At the forefront of these rainbow shadows, a huge strange ape roared, and the figure of thousands of feet left a very shocking impression on all Yanxian.

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