If you look carefully, on the broad back of this giant ape, you can see a slightly immature and thin figure, looking excitedly at everything happening in the sky.
More than twenty new-faced Yanxian appeared to be encircling them, making dumplings of the Yanxian including Gong Ziyu.
"Young Master is here?!" At this moment, Xiao Dijun, Gong Ziyu, and Gong Zijiu all shouted the same name.
The person who came was none other than Young Master Lin, the only son of the Seven Emperors who had a close relationship before and was the only one who had a good impression of the young emperor.
"Brother, your mount is really cool. This is the first time I use a fairy as a mount!" Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the Seventh Emperor looked at the little emperor and said with a beaming expression.
The little emperor frowned slightly, obviously not expecting that Young Master Lin would intervene at this moment.
Gong Ziyu looked at him with the same surprise, and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Do you also want to compete for Xiantao?"
"Third brother, don't get me wrong. I don't have much thought about that thing." Young Master Lin scratched his head, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm purely here to help the eldest brother. You and the second brother have gone too far.
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Hearing this, Gong Ziyu sneered, "Are you looking for death? Even adding you can change the outcome?"
"It's hard to say whether it will change or not, but you have to try anyway, right?" Gongzi Lin said, stretching on the back of the strange ape.
"Since you are seeking death, I will kill you easily!" Young Master Yu smiled ferociously and took the lead in launching the offensive.
When the young master saw this, he slapped the strange ape on the head and ran away.
Almost at the same time, Yanxian who was in the same camp as Young Master Lin also moved out one after another and started fighting together.
Jian Wushuang felt the pressure all over his body suddenly lighten, and he no longer had the sense of urgency to resist.
Nearly fifty Immortals fought in a melee, and their different abilities exploded in a magnificent way.
Jian Wushuang looked at Gong Ziyu, who was launching an offensive against Gong Zi Lin, and his eyes began to brighten.
"Be careful." The little emperor reminded him in a low voice as if he felt something.
He nodded, lightly pressed his palm on the hilt of Tai Luo's sword, and disappeared quietly like a ghost.
Just when he was concentrating on it and was about to force the young master back with a palm, a strong sense of crisis made Gong Ziyu tilt his head almost subconsciously.
"Chila..."
However, everything was still too late. The blade penetrated half an inch of his flesh, almost cutting off his entire head.
Gong Ziyu quickly retreated and at the same time released his Yanli to protect himself.
Looking at the mysterious young man dressed as a ranger in black, Gong Ziyu felt the wound on his neck hurt to the bone.
His wrist shook, knocking off the divine blood from the Tai Luo Divine Sword. Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly.
He waved his hand to heal the wound on his neck. The madness in Gong Ziyu's eyes disappeared and he looked at him warily.
Being able to approach him unknowingly, and almost behead him with one sword strike, this terrifying strength made Gong Ziyu shudder in his heart.
Without any unnecessary clichés, Jian Wushuang directly raised his sword and pressed forward. The broken Tai Luo Divine Sword was full of momentum.
A slash of the sword easily broke through Gong Ziyu's power.
He was horrified and tried his best to resist.
Although the sword body was broken, the way of the sword was still there. Every sword strike carried a powerful force, and the forced Gong Ziyu began to panic.
Each sword move was as gentle as water, and at the same time, it opened and closed widely, making it difficult for Gong Ziyu to use the corresponding force to deal with it.
Although there was only one sword strike each time, it was divided into thousands of sword intents, which made him suffer more and more.
Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, and Gong Ziyu is like an iron embryo that is constantly being hammered. During this hammering process, each of his swords becomes more and more concise.
Gong Ziyu almost lost his temper. In this confrontation, he was actually treated as a whetstone?!
Humiliation welled up in his heart, and he was ready to release the Immortal Style at all costs and crush Jian Wushuang like a bug.
But soon, Gong Ziyu discovered to his horror that in his current state, he could not summon the Immortal Style at all...
A powerful and heavy sword slashed down, plowing a shocking wound directly from Gong Ziyu's pipa bone, and divine blood spurted out.
This sword almost cut him into two pieces in the middle.
Gong Ziyu felt frightened. He found that the young man in front of him, who was as cold as the god of death, was far more terrifying than he imagined.
If the little emperor brought him shock and confusion, then Jian Wushuang now represented coldness and death.
When he realized the horror of life and death, it was already too late.
There was not even any unnecessary nonsense. Jian Wushuang raised the Broken Divine Sword in his hand, as if to condemn and judge, and then struck the final blow with the sword.
But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.
A light red scroll swept across quietly, and at the same time, a beam of light directly penetrated Jian Wushuang's back and heart.
The warm divine blood sprayed all over Gong Ziyu's face.
Jian Wushuang's face turned pale, and the sword failed to cut down in the end.
The Tailuo Divine Sword slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.
He also lost his strength and suddenly fell from the clouds like a fallen leaf.
"Jian Wushuang!" the little emperor shouted in shock, and almost at the same time he moved to catch him.
But then a light red barrier blocked it.
Young Master Jiu walked out of the scroll and looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm so sorry. My mistake caused such consequences. I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of the game."
The little emperor's eyes turned from cold to furious, "Young Master Jiu, you will definitely die in my hands."
"Really? But in order to prevent this result from happening, I will make you, the eldest brother, completely disappear before that happens." Young Master Jiu said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.
A big sun without any warmth stretches across the sky, and the mixture of black and white reveals deathly silence and nothingness.
This is the fairy style that belongs to the little emperor, a mysterious fairy style that originates from nowhere.
Young Master Jiu's eyes also started to become wild, and he who was the most unpredictable, like an abyss, also showed his strength at this moment.
It seems that the turbidity and clearness are not separated, the unknown and extremely suppressed breath emerges like silk and mist.
"Although I can't kill you in the heaven, it is still a good choice to add another layer of strength to your frail body."
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"It hurts so much..."
Feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him, Jian Wushuang, who had lost consciousness, gradually woke up.
At this moment, half of his body was soaked in the stream, and most of the black shirt on his body was broken.
He managed to hold himself up and fell to the ground on his back, panting slightly.
The originally shattered chest was healing rapidly, and the lost vitality and vitality were also rapidly restored.
All of this is naturally attributed to Jian Wushuang's super-perfect life form.
As he cut off the past and achieved the realm of immortality, his own super-perfect life form did not disappear with the cutoff of the past. Instead, it became stronger after entering this great world.