Legend of Swordsman

The blazing killer had a moment of stagnation.

It was this momentary stagnation that made Jian Wushuang breathe.

He tried almost all his energy and fled to escape.

But it was still half a minute late.

Unparalleled, beyond the terrible atmosphere of imagination, it is easy to directly destroy the sword without arms!

His right arm holding the invisible sword was completely broken!

In exchange for the chance of escaping at the cost of breaking one arm, cold sweat flows from Jian Wushuang's temples.

That kind of irresistible, intangible breath is really terrible, just the last emperor's obsession is so terrifying. If the emperor came in person, what would it be like?

"Good boy, you can escape." Di Qing looked at him coldly. "If at first, I might accept you as an emissary, but now, those who dare to touch the heavens will be destroyed! "

Hong Zhong's voice resounded loudly, and his pupil with golden eyes scanned everyone present.

Chunqiu and Cui Jing, who are a little weaker, seem to be unable to bear the unnamed oppression at this moment, and kneel directly on the ground.

Chen Qing was obviously not well received, but he still struggled to get rid of the shackles, his arms stretched out, trying to drag Jian Wushuang out of the range.

But Xinghuo Anneng competed with Haoyue, and the momentum he released was directly obsessed and defeated by the emperor in the body of Qing Xian.

The sword with the right arm broken shattered, and there was no possibility of escape. He was already deciding to disperse all his strength and try his best to preserve the last breath.

The entire heaven is trembling. Although it is the last emperor's obsession, they may still be easily beheaded and destroyed.

No one can escape the sanctions of the emperor.

Jian Wushuang only felt like he had fallen into the endless abyss, the ice was cold to the extreme, and every cell was breaking.

Jin Sheng Dasheng seems to have pronounced their death.

"Did it really die like this?" He couldn't believe it, and the deep face reflected in Qing Qing's cold face.

Everything is annihilating and the final fall apart.

Just when the emperor obsessed and lowered the punishment, a sudden and outdated doubt sounded around Jian Wushuang's body.

"Huh? How can there be such a familiar atmosphere here, have you two old things been found?"

It was the voice of the tall, thin old man, Yang Jun, that came from the bowl of Yang.

Jian Wushuang shuddered as if grabbing the last life-saving straw and desperately opened the bottle stopper of the bowl-yang bottle.

Yang Jun's figure came out of the bowl of Yang, and his eyes directly locked the body of Ye Qing, a little surprised.

The original Qing, who was lowering the penalty, also stopped the action and exuded the golden eye pupils, which was also unbelievable.

"Yang Jun?"

"Six Crows?!"

Two suspicious voices sounded simultaneously.

The tall, thin old man, Yang Jun, couldn’t believe it. He went straight ahead and circled around Qing Qing. He murmured in his mouth, “Aren’t your old kid not dead of scum? Why did you become this pair? appearance?"

Yi Qing took a deep breath and stared at Yang Jun for a while, and then he was a little uncertain, "You, is it really Yang Jun?"

"Wandering through the sky of the sky, who can find the second place, who is more emperor than my Yang Jun?" Yang Jun stood straight, caressing.

"It really is you..." Di Qing's eyes twitched slightly, and then he said with emotion, "I didn't expect that I could meet an old friend before I was going."

"Having said that, I remember that you haven't... how come you are fully recovered now?" Yang Jun was a little puzzled and looked at him carefully.

Di Qingwen smiled bitterly, and then a dark cloud of smoke poured from the top of the skull.

At the same time as the plume of dark blue clouds of smoke blew out, Di Qing's entire body was directly weak, and then fell into the hall, fainting to death.

The cloud smoke slowly formed in the air, and finally condensed into a real body of the emperor in Moyuliu Yundi costume.

"My real shadow has long been broken in that war, and even my real body has turned into powder, and now what you see me is just one obsession, one obsession that is about to dissipate."

Called the emperor of Six Crows by Yang Jun, a touch of loneliness flashed through Chi Jin's pupils.

After hearing this remark, Yang Jun couldn't control the angry voice, "Damn Zhenwu Yang, when the emperor is completely restored, he will keep his blood feud!"

At the same time, two streamers streamed out of the bowl and came to the Emperor Liuya.

"Six Crows, long time no see."

Su He, who was born with bizarre double pupils, and Dao Gong, who had face and prestige, all appeared together, smiling.

Emperor Liu Crow's eyes narrowed, and finally he smiled, "I know, you three old guys must be alive."

"The year was gone, only to see the last one at this moment."

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and the three emperors naturally realized that the real shadow of the emperor of the six crows had long since disappeared, and now he was only the last obsession.

"You, you are too stubborn, don't understand the reason of leaving the green hills, and don't fear that there is no firewood." Yang Jun sighed, and the old friend who was also the emperor became the look of the moment, and he was very lonely.

But the Six Crow Emperor smiled comfortably, "I was shattering the real shadow, and at the beginning, I also put Zhen Wuyang together fiercely, leaving him a wound that could not heal. If I were to choose one more time now, I still do it."

"This is my destination. You don't have to worry about it. Since you all left a real shadow, there will be a day to recover. It is not too late to ask Zhenwu Yang to collect debts."

The three emperors saw that the six-crow emperor was so open-minded and could not help asking, "Liu crow~www.readwn.com~ have you put down?"

"Put down?" Emperor Liuya took a deep breath, and then scolded with full energy, "Put down, I let his mother's fart go, I want to give birth to his bone blood all the time, to give my son Burial with people."

The three emperors looked at each other, and they all couldn't cry or laugh, this is the style of this emperor who seems to be calm, and everything is superficial.

It seemed that the imprisonment had been thrown away, and Liu Ciao then simply said, "Lao Tzu is about to die and kill the true Wuyang. I will leave it to the three of you guys to do it. Remember if there is a day, don't forget To stab me a sword."

"It's a pity that in the end, we four emperors can't swallow once." Emperor Liuya was sorry.

Yang Jun heard the words and seemed to feel something. His nose shook slightly, and then turned to look at Chen Qing below.

Chen Qing, who was dragging Jian Wushuang back, only felt that an inexplicable crisis had arisen, and the cold hairs behind him all stood up.

"I smelled, this kid has the smell of wine." Yang Jun little, and then stretched his hand a long way, directly picked the wine gourd from the waist of Chen Qing.