Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang leaned in front of the haystack and said, "I'm not the emperor you said, but You Yunye."

Chunqiu didn't say much. After giving a smile, he stopped talking.

"Why did you become a prisoner because of what you got here?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him.

"Because of the defeat," Chunqiu did not conceal, and said slowly, "My father used to be an emperor, but died in the war. Although I was the emperor, I was saved from the slaughter, but I also became a prisoner of the ranks. It's a pleasure to come. "

"Do you know how many years my appearance has been?" Chunqiu laughed at himself. "Even the birth and death of the galaxy in the world, I don't know how many reincarnations have begun."

"I want to leave here all the time, but in the end it is nothing but luxury."

Jian Wushuang did not speak, and the chain of imprisonment between his necks was difficult to lift. This fundamentally limited his ability greatly, and he might die if he was not careful.

So he can't do anything now, can't say, wait for the time.

Time passed, and a few days later, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the dead prison.

Then nearly ten black robes appeared.

Jian Wushuang, who is slowly restoring Yan Li, just glanced a little at a glance, and learned that there were at least two ancestors among these nearly ten people.

One of the thin old men took a step forward, and after glancing at him and Chunqiu, he immediately raised his palm and grabbed them.

Jian Wushuang's eyes flicked, and at the same time, his palms flew away, and the ethereal force directly offset the palm print of the dry and thin old man.

There was a shock in the eyes of the dry and thin old man, and then he took a deep breath and said, "Are you going to kill?"

Jian Wushuang glanced at him calmly, then got up and walked out slowly, followed by Chunqiu.

As he was escorted away from the prison, Jian Wushuang looked into the vast square.

And in front of the vast square, there is a simple bronze giant hall located in the clouds and smoke, and the clouds and smoke are various scenes, which is quite mysterious.

Walking forward, Jian Wushuang at this time was like a mighty emperor, without any consciousness as a prisoner.

The dry and thin old man was quite angry about this, but judging from the confrontation just now, this little emperor designated the person he wanted to see, by no means he could compete.

Chunqiu, who was right behind Jian Wushuang, looked up at the bronze giant palace, and the slightly wrinkled eyes flickered, and the hatred flashed away, then calmed down again.

The huge bronze gate that opened up to a hundred feet deeply opened, and hundreds of clouds of smoke flew out, turning into chasing birds, and the cloud butterfly hovered in front of everyone.

In the depths of the giant hall, a figure dressed in extravagant clothes, half leaning on the bed, looked out of the hall door.

Facing each other, the extravagant figure slowly rose, with long hair hanging down to the ground, the faces of boys and girls, the unspeakable charming and charming.

"Welcome to the Emperor's bedroom, everyone." He raised his eyebrows and raised his arms slowly.

"Have seen the little emperor." More than ten black-robed guards knelt down and knelt.

With a light wave of his hand, the extravagant figure known as the little emperor said softly, "Go ahead, no one is allowed to step further without my order."

A crowd of black robes responded and then withdrew from the hall in full.

Staying barefoot, the little emperor stretched lazily lazily and walked slowly.

With each step he moved, an identical real image emerged from behind him, and there were already dozens of real images in the originally empty and dead palace.

Strong and extreme dynamism fills every space.

Looking at the more and more figures in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved slightly, and he could feel that all the real shadows were the realm of Yanxian.

This little emperor's strength is unfathomable, even he feels a sense of inexplicable crisis.

A total of nearly a hundred true images are close together, and a strong fragrance with a faint smell is coming.

"Newcomer, do you know where I am?" Zhenying climbed around Jian Wushuang and asked.

Spring and Autumn, who stepped back a few steps, was dreadful, and the dagger was already clenched in his palm.

Jian Wushuang was as immobile as the mountains, just closed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, just like crossing mountains and rivers for a thousand years.

The eyes were far apart, and the little emperor smiled quietly, then applauded, and hundreds of true shadows were all the same.

"It's really a bit of a skill, but why haven't I seen you before?" Xiaodijun smiled, and then looked at the Spring and Autumn behind him, "Hey, I've seen you, son of Fenghua Emperor, Spring and Autumn?"

Spring and Autumn's complexion changed drastically, and resentment spread across his face. The right hand holding the dagger suddenly snapped out, and the powerful Yan Li directly pierced the emperor's heart.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he stood there in no way.

At the next moment, a layer of undulating ripples wafted in the space, and a thin figure hidden under the purple robe emerged.

At the same time, a stronger and more powerful force directly destroyed Chunqiu's offensive, all of which hit him.

Chunqiu groaned, his figure fell for dozens of feet, and he slammed into the bronze giant door before he barely stopped ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Arcana scattered all over the place.

The little emperor's face was solidified. How could he not know what was the treasure that was scattered from Chunqiu's arms, and just go through the sky, and all the treasures scattered on the ground would fall into his hands.

"This is, Yan Xian under the Black Mountain was killed by you ?!" Little Emperor's face sighed, and he waved his hands to kill Spring and Autumn.

However, at this time, Jian Wushuang Kui suddenly stood in front of Chunqiu and said softly, "That Yanxian was killed by me, and it has nothing to do with him."

The little emperor withdrew his palms as if nothing had happened, carrying his hands and turning to walk slowly.

"The spirit who guards the Black Mountain, for Yanxian Realm, I really want to know, how do you kill him when you have a chain?"

Suddenly raging raging force in the hall of death and silence, the thin body of the purple robe moved and waved directly at Jianwushuang.

Mastering the strength of Haoding, there is no spillover, and even the air has not swept, but the terror power contained in it makes Jian Wushuang not dare to carelessly, and directly urges the strength to resist.

The seemingly indifferent palm directly knocked him back a few feet away, and the raging power dissipated.

The blood that was tumbling in Ninja's body, when Jian Wushuang was about to fight again, the thin purple robe closed, and turned and followed behind the little emperor.

"It's a bit of a skill, no wonder he can kill Yan Xian with imprisonment." The little emperor turned slowly, his eyes flowing.

"But you need to know, that Heixian Yanxian is my competent man. You killed him by breaking my arm. What should I do with this account?"

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but his internal strength has been adjusted to the peak. If he fights in the next riot, he has the confidence to be able to inflict little damage on the little emperor.

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