Legend of Swordsman

For a moment, the air fell into a state of silence.

Jian Wushuang soon came to understand why Zheng Ying was surprised, because he has now turned into a normal guard's face, which is completely different from his previous face.

It was Zheng Ying who didn't recognize him as the sword of Wushang on that voyage.

It's just that at the moment when the two of them met again, there were so weird.

This woman who disappeared quietly after the war of Wosaotian, why is it suddenly appearing in Beitian Xianzhou right now, and it seems that he is running to kill the son of the town.

Is she the messenger of a certain emperor under Zhenwuyang?

Jian Wushuang was a little uncertain, but opened his mouth slightly but said nothing, and then turned to leave.

At this moment, a sudden big crisis behind him made him suddenly turn his head.

Then a tangled real sword almost rubbed his neck and thrust forward, bringing a trace of blood.

If it wasn't for evasion in time, this sword was enough to cause serious damage to Sword Warriors!

After he was able to escape the crisis, he turned to look at Zheng Ying, his eyes watery.

Zheng Ying's beautiful face is cold and frost at the moment, and he holds the sword in his right hand. He doesn't even say a word, and carries Yanli to kill Xiangjian Wushuang again.

"What's wrong with you?"

The **** in the food caught the blade that went straight to his door in the blink of an eye. Jian Wushuang pressed his heart and angered, and came to Zheng Ying with such a sentence, "Really I am a soft persimmon?"

Zheng Ying, who was still in the stabbing state, was stiff again, and there were some doubts in her cold eyes, because she heard something familiar from the young guard in front of her.

But at the next moment, a more chilling murderous intention broke out. From behind Zheng Ying, there were suddenly hundreds of magnificent vigours, all of which were suppressed to Jianwushuang.

Rao thought about his old feelings again, and Jian Wushuang also raised his anger. He suddenly slammed the front with his palms, and fought against those forces.

A small burst of martyrdom stirred up under the hibiscus tree.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pointed out again, turned into several Yanli water dragons, trapped to Zheng Ying.

He didn't want to put Zheng Ying to death. After all, he was one of the few people he saw when he first came to Dayanhuan, so he only aimed to trap her.

But the more this is, the more fierce Zheng Ying's resistance is, exceeding the general strength of Yan Xian, which makes Jian Wushuang also a headache.

"What the **** are you going to do, don't go too far, Zheng Ying!" Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of her and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Ying, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "How do you know my name?"

Jian Wushuang was silent when he heard the words. Only then did he realize that he could not reveal any information about himself at all.

At the end, he emptied and pushed Zheng Ying away.

"Don't care who I am, I advise you, son Zimo is better not to kill."

After leaving this sentence, Jian Wushuang apparently didn't want to get entangled anymore, and just walked away.

Looking at the somewhat familiar back, Zheng Ying did not catch up, but turned to look at the prince's ink lying under the hibiscus tree.

After several fights and escapes, Gongzi Mo has already opened his eyes, leaving only his eyes unwilling.

Under the cooperation of Diqing and Dayanxian, the entire Xiaoxianzhou and even the North Tianxianzhou are on the verge of collapse.

The old root of Panshan in the hibiscus tree has broken, and the gravel is falling.

Zheng Ying stepped forward, facing the setting sun of the sun, without any hesitation, a sword cut off the head of the son Mo.

Then, she stretched out her palm again, releasing the majestic force and crushing his fairy source easily.

At this point, Zhen Wuyang seated the fifth emperor, son ink.

Under the hibiscus tree.

The Northern Tianxianzhou, which was supported by Gongzi Modizi's Qiyun, began to collapse, and all avenues and Qiyun began to be disordered.

Heaven and earth mourn, this is the reaction of the death of the emperor.

And Zheng Ying, the terminator of everything, looked at the dead head in his hand and waved his hand to intercept the last luck of his son, Mo, who belonged to the emperor.

In the end, the head turned into a cup of powder, and fell under the hibiscus tree.

The emperor passed away, and the Avenue of Heaven and Earth shuddered.

At this moment, Yanxian, or Dayanxian, who fought in the northern Tianxianzhou, noticed.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the end with a complicated look. The figure standing under the hibiscus tree then left quickly.

In the end, Gongzi Mo died, and any Yanxian or Dayanxian present would definitely be thoroughly investigated by heaven.

If any clues are left, it will surely be a disaster!

Jian Wushuang will never forget that, apart from the true Wuyang who is emperor's luck, there are ninety-nine Dayan immortals in the entire heavenly court.

Any one of them has the absolute power to play against the Qing Dynasty alone.

So right now, escaping quickly is the most correct choice.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu, who are fighting desperately, only feel that they are all loose. The mysterious five swordsmen stopped the offensive, and they all screamed at the sky dome, "The son of ink is dead, withdraw!"

The two blood-stained Dayan Immortals heard the words and gave up the confrontation with Di Qing directly, preparing to escape.

"Want to run? Leave it to me!" Di Qing screamed angrily, his arms shook, and they grabbed them.

The two great Yanxian, hurriedly running Yanli's general resistance, and at the same time he said with a deep voice, "Young Master Mo is dead, Heavenly Court will inevitably pursue it, and now he will not go again, you can't walk away if you want to go!

Yi Qingqing smiled, "There is so much time, I will kill you first, and it will not be too late!"

"No brain idiot." Since they couldn't get away, the two Dayan immortals were also anxious. At this node, staying here for one more point, the more unlikely it is to escape.

But Diqing did not allow them to leave, and once again struggled.

"Spring and Autumn, Chen Qing, let's go!" With a deep voice, Jian Wushuang's body was like electricity, carrying the general trend, directly opening the blockade of the five swordsmen, and giving aid to the two.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded, and the three escaped together.

"Brother Sword~www.wuxiaspot.com~The son Mo really died?" During the escape, Chen Qing couldn't help asking.

He still couldn't believe it. The fifth emperor under Zhenwuyang just died like this?

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "The luck has gone, and there is no chance of survival by chance."

Chen Qing nodded, not knowing whether it was joy or worry in his eyes, "Damn it, playing so hurriedly, I actually forgot to sprinkle hot urine on the Temple of Heaven."

"..."

"Don't think about it, run away from here first."

The Northern Celestial State is vast, but with the dispersal of the Emperor's luck, the avenue is extremely disordered, and the entire Celestial State is irreversibly broken.

And Jian Wushuang is to run away from Xianzhou with all his strength before Tianting comes, and hide the breath as much as possible.

The chaotic situation right now is exactly what he wants. As long as he leaves Xianzhou, even if the emperor comes in person, he will never be aware that he has been there.