Legend of Swordsman

The Fenghua Emperor died, and the heavens subsequently fell. The little emperor wearing a purple suit like a tuberculosis, as if entering a no-man's land, scary means almost dominated the whole event.

All Yanxian, all destroyed, the vast heavenly heaven, leaving only the spring and autumn as the emperor of Fenghua Emperor.

Then he was taken to Montenegro and went on to a very long prisoner career.

As much as he feared the little emperor, how resentful he was.

Step by step toward the depths of the giant palace, Jian Wushuang's gaze did not fluctuate for a moment.

"A guy of unknown origin, who is imprisoned by chains, can kill three emperors one by one. How can he be a stunning and amazing guy in order to accomplish this impossible thing? "

Silent to the giant hall where the heartbeat could almost be heard, only the emperor's most subtle voice resounded.

"You, one emperor?" He turned his body and looked up at Jianwushuang.

Jian Wushuang did not answer him. He reached out and threw a mirror far away from him, "I have fulfilled the conditions you want, and it is time for you to honor your promise."

"Oh? Really?" Reaching over the inverted mirror, he just glanced at random, and Xiaodijun changed his hand and threw it to Jianwushuang. "How come I never remembered a promise?"

As soon as this remark came out, whether it was Jian Wushuang or Spring and Autumn, the heart sank.

He did not expect that this seemingly shameless little emperor would be blatantly shameless.

Jian Wushuang's eyes sank like water, and a long and invisible sword appeared in his palm.

Little Emperor's eyes narrowed, and he stepped back subconsciously.

The image left by Jian Wushuang was so shocking and terrifying that it affected his ability to judge subtly.

Seemingly feeling the heart of his master's forthcoming explosion, the long sword sent out a stern chirp.

Moving forward step by step, Chunqiu also followed, and his last bit of humiliation was buried in the resentment and anger after being played, making him more determined to revenge.

The chain iron plate between the necks began to show endless imprisonment power, and the meridians began to be imprisoned, each time a force was used, the meridians curled up painfully.

However, Jian Wushuang seems to have not been bothered by the slightest, and still moves forward firmly.

"I said, untie me!"

The repressed rage sounded resoundingly, and half of his face was covered with the dark blue imprisoned sword Wushuang, which seemed particularly terrible and grim at the moment.

In the last moment, there was a terrified little emperor, but in the next moment, there was a strange smile.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't kill me now."

As soon as the words came out, the thin purple robe came at a glance, and waved to the sword Wushuang.

The endless dynamism is like a huge ocean.

However, Jian Wushuang only lifted the sword, and the infinite force split in half from the middle, sweeping away from both sides.

Xiaodijun's eyes narrowed, and then he said slowly, "I seem to think of it all of a sudden."

"Promise your promise, I will honor it, but before that I want to ask you a few questions."

He smiled slowly, not caring about his current situation, and said to himself, "Are you an immortal, a lord of a court of heaven, or a son of an emperor?"

Suppressing boredom in his heart, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Xian Yun Ye He."

"Xianyun Yehe can reach your astonishing level, it is really unimaginable, I am afraid that there are few such arrogance in the world of all areas." Little Emperor Youyou Road, "Follow me, I guarantee what you want, the first time will be Presented to you. "

"Not interested." Jian Wushuang said concisely.

However, as if he did not hear it, Xiaodijun extended a finger and said, "One hundred years, you wish me to ascend to the throne. I will divide this whole world to you completely, and I can promise you a few more condition."

"I said, no interest!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"You will promise me, I am not a wicked person, this is just a win-win situation," Xiao Dijun leaned back on the Chinese bed again, as if he had settled him. When you leave so urgently, it is not because of fear, but what you are looking for. "

"But in this great Yan Huan, all the emperors and Yan Xian are nothing but a tiny dust."

"There is no heaven, no foundation, I can guarantee you will die soon, let alone seek aimlessly?"

The little emperor got up and approached Jian Wushuang softly, "As long as you help me ascend to the emperor's throne, I will definitely let you become a emperor in this great Yan Huan."

Jian Wushuang stopped talking, but looked at him coldly.

The little emperor smiled, and then stretched out his palm from the extravagant clothes and pressed it between his necks.

The iron chain with a big imprisonment shattered.

The surging force to the extreme of Yan's strength instantly filled up to the limbs, and the realm of Yan Xian, who had been imprisoned, was completely released, and his whole breath rose to another state.

Jian Wushuang gave him a deep look, and then turned to leave.

However, stepping out, the dark places on both sides of the giant hall slowly walked out of a purple robe.

Every purple robe is filled with vast dynamism, no less than twenty Yanxian!

Jian Wushuang stood in place, and the little emperor followed up, placing his palm on his shoulder. "I have told you my ambitions and secrets, and you know what it means."

More than 20 Yan Xian, even if Jian Wushuang has completely released the realm, until the last moment, I am afraid there is no possibility of rushing out of this siege, ten deaths and no life.

The threat is clear.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just an attitude," Xiao Dijun shrugged. "This is a win-win situation. I really can't let you go."

"It ’s only a hundred years, no matter whether it is successful or not, I will not bother you again. In return, everything you want is served, including this entire six-day realm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The hall is dead, only The rest of the lights and candles went out.

For a long time, Jian Wushuang said, "Okay."

Xiao Dijun's pale face finally showed a smile, "Very well, welcome to the New Territories."

The sword has no two-sided color and is extremely calm, "Limited to one hundred years."

"Understood." Xiao Dijun smiled and nodded.

Walking out of the main hall, a feeling of detached world emerged in Chunqiu's heart.

The imprisonment that almost bound the unknown for many years was lifted, which means he has been free since then.

He didn't expect that Xiaodijun would let him go so easily, or even stop him a little.

I am afraid that he has also become the first, the former emperor who survived from the little emperor.

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