Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 4737: ? Sneak attack seriously injured

If you look closely, on the broad back of this giant ape, a slightly immature and thin figure, looking excitedly at what happened on the sky dome.

More than 20 new faces of Yanxian, showing the trend of encirclement, wrapped Yanxian including Gongziyu into dumplings.

"The son is coming ?!" At this moment, Xiaodijun and Gongziyu, Gongzi Jiao all shouted the same name.

The comer is the one who has had two sides before, and is the only seven emperor who has a good impression on the little emperor.

"Brother, is this your horse really pulling the wind, I am the first time to take the fairy as a horse!" Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the seven emperors looked at the little emperor's eyebrow dance.

Xiaodijun frowned slightly, apparently did not expect the son to intervene at this time.

Gong Ziyu also looked at him in consternation, and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here, do you want to fight for Xiantao too?"

"Third brother, don't get me wrong, I don't have much idea about that stuff," the young man scratched his head, and then raised his eyebrows, "I'm just here to help the big brother, you and the second brother have done too much . "

Gongzi Yu heard the words and sneered, "Are you looking for death? Even if you add one, can you change the result?"

"It's hard to say if you don't want to change, but don't you want to try it anyway?" Gongzi Lin said, stretching a lazy waist on the back of the strange ape.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will solve you smoothly!" The young man Yu Lanran smiled and took the lead in attacking.

When the young man saw it, he shot the strange ape's head and escaped directly.

Almost at the same time, Yanxian who was in the same camp as the son also dispatched one after another, and the melee was together.

Jian Wushuang only felt the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and there was no sense of urgency to resist hard.

Nearly fifty Yanxian battles, the different Yanli martyrs are magnificent.

Jian Wushuang looked at the young son Yu who was on the offensive against his son, and his eyes began to flourish.

"Be careful." Little Emperor reminded in a low voice.

He nodded, his palm lightly pressed against the handle of Tai Luo, his figure disappeared quietly like a ghost.

Being full of attention, a sudden sense of crisis is about to push back the young son, and the young Ziyu is almost a subconscious head.

"Xilah ..."

However, everything was still too late. The knife was half an inch, almost nearly chopping off his entire head.

Gong Ziyu quickly withdrew, and at the same time released Yanli self-protection.

Looking at the mysterious young man dressed in a black ranger, Gong Ziyu only felt that the wound between his neck hurt into the bone marrow.

His wrist shook, and the blood on the Tai Luo Excalibur fell, and Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly.

Healing the wound between the necks and necks, the madness in the eyes of the young son Yu disappeared, and he watched with caution.

Being able to approach him unknowingly and beheading again with another sword, such terrible strength, let the young son shudder in his heart.

There is no extra cliché, Jian Wushuang directly lifted the sword and pressed it, and the broken Tailuo Excalibur was full of momentum.

With a sword cut, it was easy to break the strength of Gongzi Yu.

He was terrified and at the same time used all his resistance.

Although the sword was broken, the swordsmanship was still there. Each sword carried a powerful force, and the forced young son Yu began to panic.

At the same time that each sword style is sullen like water, it also opens and closes, making it difficult for the male Ziyu to use the corresponding force to cope.

Although there is only one sword at a time, thousands of sword intentions are differentiated, and the more persecuted he is miserable.

While Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, Gongzi Yu is an iron embryo, constantly being hammered. In the process of hammering, each of his swords is becoming more condensed.

Gongzi Yu almost suffocated, under such a showdown, was he actually regarded as a whetstone? !

Disgrace flooded his mind, and he was ready to release the immortal form desperately, crushing Jian Wushuang like a bug.

But soon, Gong Ziyu was horrified to find that, in his current state, he could not evoke the fairy style ...

A powerful sword was cut down, and a shocking wound was directly plowed from the zipa bone of the son Ziyu.

This sword almost cut him into two pieces from the middle.

Gong Ziyu felt terrified. He found that the cold and death-like young man was far more terrible than he thought.

If the little emperor brought him shock and confusion, then the sword of Wushuang is the representative of coldness and death.

When he realized the horror of life and death, everything was too late.

Without even unnecessary nonsense, Jian Wushuang held up the broken sword in his hand, as if he had sinned and tried, and finally dropped the ultimate sword.

But at the next moment, the change was abrupt.

A pale red scroll swept quietly, while a beam of light directly penetrated the back of Jian Wushuang.

The gentle blood of the **** sprayed the face of the young son Yu.

Jian Wushuang's face was pale, and that sword failed to be cut in the end.

Tarot Excalibur slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.

He also got rid of the force, like a fallen leaf, suddenly fell from the clouds.

"Jian Mushuang!" Xiao Dijun exclaimed, almost at the same time, he wanted to hold him.

But a light red barrier blocked it.

Gongzi walked out of the scroll and looked at him with a smile, "It's really embarrassing. I had such a consequence when I missed it. I'm afraid he can't even get out of the game."

Little Emperor's gaze changed from Sen Leng to anger, "Young Master corrects, you must die in my hands."

"Really? But in order to prevent this result from appearing, I will make your big brother completely disappear before this." The son said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

In a round without any warm big sun traversing the sky dome, the black and white mixed colors reveal the silence and nothingness.

This is a fairy style that belongs to the little emperor.

The son also started to be fanatical in his eyes, the most elusive, like the abyss, he also showed his strength at this moment.

It seems that the turbid and unseparated atmosphere, the unknown but extremely suppressed atmosphere, appears like a mist.

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"It hurts ..."

Feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him, Jian Wushuang, who had lost his consciousness, gradually became sober.

At the moment, half of his body was soaked in the stream, and the black shirt on his body was mostly broken.

He barely propped himself upside down and gasped slightly.

The original fragmented chest was healing rapidly, and the evanescent power and vitality recovered quickly.

All this is naturally due to Jian Wushuang's super-perfect life form.

As he cut through the past and achieved Yanxian Realm, his super-perfect life form did not disappear with the past cutoff, but became stronger and stronger after entering this great Yanhuan.

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