If the little emperor dies in this siege, then the promise between the two of them will be over. He will also understand everything and go to find everything hidden behind the fog.
Various thoughts came to his mind, but Jian Wushuang did not make any statement.
At this moment, all the top cultivators in the city had fled, and the vast city was so dead that there was only the sound of breathing.
Nearly a thousand figures surrounded him from all directions, cautious but with murderous intent.
The mutually linked forces turned into the strongest cage, enveloping the entire Celestial City.
The little emperor was extremely calm, standing where he was, straightening the lapels of his extravagant clothes with both hands without hesitation, then tightening the jade belt around his waist, and pulled out a slender soft sword.
This was the first time Jian Wushuang saw him take action, and a unique and cold aura surged.
Immediately afterwards, the little emperor raised the soft sword in his hand and without any hesitation cut off the long hair on the back of his head that reached his waist.
All the figures took half a step back without leaving a trace, but their cold and deadly eyes remained unabated.
"I was careless in letting you know my whereabouts, but if you want to save me, let's see if you are qualified."
The little emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long hair that was cut off in his hand fell to the ground.
The silent battle to the death begins quietly!
With one sword drawn out, its supreme power was like a terrifying dragon rushing over, directly hitting the nearest man in black robes.
Those with weaker realms were strangled on the spot by the sword intent transformed from the power of the sword.
Holding a slender soft sword in hand, the little emperor walked into a deserted place, and at the same time as he slashed out with one sword, another palm struck out.
In just a few breaths of time, dozens of ancestors fell in his hands.
But when nearly fifteen immortals surrounded them, the little emperor who had the upper hand immediately fell behind.
How could he, who was only at the peak level of Yanxian at most, resist the killing moves of fifteen fellow Yanxian?
With one finger, he hit his waist and abdomen. The little emperor took half a step back, and a blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks.
The luxurious clothes were torn apart, and traces of divine blood spilled out.
At the same time, fifteen immortals and fifteen supreme powers merged into one and shot towards the little emperor.
At this moment of life and death, Jian Wushuang took action. A palm containing surging sword intent passed directly over him and struck forward!
The sun flashed past, and layers of shock waves made it impossible for the ancestors to take any action in the center of the explosion.
One against fifteen!
Jian Wushuang took a step back, completely canceling out the combined attack of the fifteen Immortals.
The little emperor opened his eyes wide and looked at him with some unclear meaning.
"If you don't want to die, just try your best to get out of here." Jian Wushuang did not look back, his voice was low.
When the little emperor heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "Understood."
The fifteen Yanxian who were also repelled looked at each other and rushed forward again, using their Yanli to be even more violent than before to surround the three of them.
Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to fight a protracted war. In order to cause more extensive damage in the first time, he directly released the Tianmen of the Ancestral Art Realm.
The giant fingers covering the sky broke through the cage barrier on the sky, just like thousands of suns sinking down.
All the people in black robes felt a strong sense of crisis and tried to escape.
However, when the Tianmen of the Power Realm was completely released, hundreds of ancestors who tried to resist died on the spot and turned into powder!
Even the pavilions in Tiancheng were wiped out with this move, creating a gap.
As the Tianmen of the Quan Realm dissipated, a more majestic and terrifying sword path poured out, turning into a long river of sword path moving forward inexorably!
Some ancestors died on the spot, and even a black-robed Immortal lost half of his divine body due to a slight mistake.
The little emperor stood beside Jian Wushuang, his luxurious clothes floating in the air, and he could easily capture any ancestor who came forward.
Three versus thousands, this is impossible and crazy.
Although the ancestors could not cause much harm to Jian Wushuang and Little Emperor, with their ability to attract damage, the fifteen immortals still caused great trouble to the two of them.
With one sword, he lured and killed the first Yanxian who approached, and Jian Wushuang directly released his vast sword intent to barely block them.
At the same time, more than ten purple-robed figures rushed over from far to near in an instant.
"Little Emperor, my companion is late." The thin purple robe swung his arms away from the ancestors and stood in front of the Little Emperor.
"It's not too late, you came just in time," the little emperor smiled solemnly, "Come with me and rush out!"
After finishing speaking, the powerful force rose from the sky and swept across the surrounding areas!
Chunqiu struggled to support him, but he was just an ancestor. Without Jian Wushuang's blessing, he would have been strangled to death long ago.
Unwilling to accept this, Chunqiu reached out and took out the eight-armed painted pottery that Jian Wushuang had given him previously.
The eight-armed painted pottery rose in the hands of Chunqiu, and in just a blink of an eye, it grew into a shocking eight-armed arhat with angry eyes.
"It's done!" Chunqiu smiled excitedly. Not even Jian Wushuang dared to underestimate the terrifying strength of these eight-armed scowl.
The eight-armed glaring figure in its complete form is almost on the same level as the dancing ancestor in the sky.
For some reason, the ancestor of the Whispering Master far surpassed the ordinary peak of immortality and reached a more profound and mysterious realm.
Naturally, these eight-armed glaring eyes have already surpassed the peak of immortality, and have reached some unknown level.
Seeing this almost ugly figure, all the men in black robes subconsciously stopped for a moment.
It was at this moment that a total of eight black gold palms crashed down towards the ground with an unstoppable force.
"Boom!"
Because You Yanxian failed to dodge, his origin was crushed and shattered on the spot, and his ancestor's body and soul disappeared, turning into strands of nourishment that were absorbed by the Eight-Armed Angry Eyes.
"Brother Jian, leave quickly!" Chunqiu turned around and shouted, "If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
Jian Wushuang nodded, stretched out his hand to call out Tianmen Jiyi, and tried to get a chance to escape.
The giant palm that covered the sky, formed from the collection of thousands of divine soldiers, descended from the Tianmen and fell to the ground covering it.
Already aware of its power, the Immortals immediately dispersed in tacit understanding, and their bodies rushed in all directions, blocking the retreat of several people at the right time.
The light faded, but there were still thousands of black-robed figures like the deep sea, so oppressive that it made people breathless.
One of the black-robed Yanxian took a step forward, pointed at the little emperor, and then said in a deep voice, "Leave him here. Any one of you can leave this place. I will never stop him."
Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with some urgency in his eyes. For him, it was obviously the best thing to see his mortal enemy besieged and die.
But before Jian Wushuang could speak, the thin purple robe took the first step and slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing an old cheek full of ravines and scars, "If you want to take the life of the eldest son, you must beat me."
Even your master can't do anything about this, let alone you bastards?"