Legend of Swordsman

No one of Tianting Yanxian can guess this will be the end.

Jian Wushuang is like a shock, breaking into every line of sight.

It's unbelievable. For the first time, Xiantao in the feast was taken away by Yanxian except the seven emperors.

Moreover, Jian Wushuang is not the little emperor's companion, so this fairy peach in his hand is completely owned by him.

Taking out the fairy peach containing the shackles of numerology from his arms, he didn't even miss it, like an ordinary fruit.

"Hey, then." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and threw the fairy peach to the little emperor.

A stream of light flashed across the sky, and then fell into his hands.

Looking at the fruit with diffusive power in his hand, Xiaodijun raised his brow slightly, he just had to bite a bit, and the chance in Xiantao would rush into the body to help him break through.

But at the next moment, the little emperor's palm opened and closed, and the fairy peach was divided into two halves.

"Hey, then." He said the same, throwing half of Xiantao to Jianwushuang.

The two smiled at each other, and then bit the fairy in their respective hands.

...

Fairy rhyme is vast, smoke is flowing.

In the heavens where singing and dancing are still flat, the silence is extremely extreme at the moment.

Emperor Zhenwuyang, who was sitting on the throne, suppressed the anger in a pair of captivating eyes.

Under his next head, all the emperors were silent and dejected.

Only then did the son, who was awake from the coma, correct his eyes, and his eyes were full of coldness.

The two figures walked slowly into the heavenly palace.

The little emperor who has changed into a luxurious kimono, with a smile on his face, does not care that all his eyes gather.

The sword has no double-faced color and is indifferent, slowly pacing forward, as if there are mountains and rivers in his chest, vaguely revealing the breath of dignity.

Faced with this kind of scene, he did not panic, and even wanted to say a small scene in his heart.

Before he entered Dayanhuan, standing at the pinnacle of the divine universe and controlling the avenue, let him raise his hand and throw it in his feet with an indelible camera.

Even Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting on the throne, had a weird feeling of sitting upright when facing this young man.

But this feeling was quickly erased from his mind, and Zhen Wuyang snapped the case suddenly, "Black smoke!"

All Yanxian shivered, they naturally understood why the emperor was so angry.

In the battles for winning the peach several times, almost all of the taboos that cannot be committed have been committed this time.

They formed a camp with each other, and became a weapon in the hands of various emperors, and the eagle dog under the seat.

However, the most important point is that the iron rule that the heaven cannot be stained with blood is broken by the little emperor and the weird guy beside him.

So at this moment, the Yanxian who participated in the battle for the peach all looked at the two of them meaningfully.

"I haven't knelt down for me, something that doesn't work!" Zhen Wuyang screamed again, almost breaking the case in front of him with his palm.

However, the two figures were motionless.

Jian Wushuang only felt inexplicable, his eyes looked aside.

The little emperor said a little in the corner of his mouth and said softly, "There is always a reason why the emperor wants me to kneel. After all, I am an ineffective thing and can't stand in front of them."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other six emperors, and his sarcasm was beyond words.

The emperor Zhenwuyang was very angry, and it was another case, "I am your father! Is this reason enough? Enough!"

The little emperor knelt on one knee, "enough."

Seeing Emperor Xiao kneel, Zhen Wuyang's complexion slightly eased, and a pair of photographing eyes scanned the crowd.

"It's really black smoke, a good game, this is the end of the point, but even dozens of Yanxian have fallen, do you have the right to ignore this iron law ?!"

The resentful young son Yu stood up at the moment, "Back to the emperor, all the deceased Yan Xian were all done by Gongzi Yan and the fellow around him, we have not missed ..."

"Do you think your mistakes are lighter than them?" Zhen Wuyang looked at him. "Shenfeng, who supported the heavens, was destroyed by your own hands and tried to break the rules. Is it you who wants to use this to open the Xiantao ban?"

Gong Ziyu cold sweat instantly fell, he did not expect that his meaningless actions will be found the real intention, "Emperor, listen to me ..."

"No need to explain, I will consciously go to Heaven Realm to get one hundred sticks, but one stick will not work!" Zhen Wuyang said angrily.

Master Ziyu's face was pale. All the 100 sticks in this world were all held by the masters. Each stick was enough to make ordinary Yanxian suffer.

If these hundred sticks go down, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to get out of bed for a hundred years!

"Follow the order." Young Master Yu gritted his teeth and returned to his original seat, and he even almost laughed out loud with his unfamiliar Young Master Mo.

Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "This time of the Xiantao battle, your performances have disappointed me. Everyone will consciously go to the Celestial Leadership 50 in the future, to introspect!"

All Yanxian faced with a bitter face, did not get much benefit from participating in the feast of the heavenly court, and ended up being hit by fifty sticks.

But no one dared to refute, all bowed, "complied."

At this moment, Xiaodijun coughed up artificially, and there was a hint of red on his pale cheeks.

"Emperor, the son is weak, so I can't lead the club ..."

Emperor Zhenwuyang heard the words, nodded, and flicked his hand, "The son is exempted from punishment, and the rest of the people are still punished as usual."

As soon as this remark came out, all the other six emperors were angered, glaring at the little emperor, but they dared not say anything, for fear of getting more sticks.

It seemed to be afraid that Zhong Yanxian felt that he was partial, and Zhen Wuyang then said, "But Master Yang's behavior is bad, so fine him to listen to the wind table wall for ten years."

It's okay not to say this. As soon as I said it, all Yanxian's eyes almost burned the little emperor to ashes.

It is said to listen to the punishment on the wall of the wind table. Isn't it more appropriate to go on holiday? !

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In this environment, can you think about it?

"What are you waiting for before punishing? Isn't it enough?" Zhen Wuyang Weiyi's voice resounded.

All Yanxian heard the words and hurriedly rushed out of heaven, fearing to take the next step.

Take a deep look at the little emperor, a gloomy and violent flash flashed in the eyes of the son, and then walked out of the heavenly court.

For a time, there were only more than a hundred figures left in this vast heaven.

Every veteran looks at Xiaodijun and Jianwushuang with great interest, and seems to have great interest in their combination.

With supreme coercive eyes, he looked at Jian Mushuang, Zhen Wuyang said quietly, "Why don't you go to the penalty?"

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