For a moment, the air fell into a state of dead silence.
Jian Wushuang soon understood why Zheng Ying had a surprised expression, because he had now transformed into the face of an ordinary guard, which was completely different from his previous face.
That's why Zheng Ying didn't recognize that he was Jian Wushuang from the great voyage.
However, the time and place when the two of them met again were a little weird.
Why did this woman who quietly disappeared after the Battle of Posatian suddenly appear in Beitian Xianzhou, and she seemed to be rushing to kill Young Master Mo.
Could it be that she is the envoy of a certain emperor's son under Zhen Wuyang?
Jian Wushuang was a little unsure. He opened his mouth slightly but said nothing, then turned around and prepared to leave.
At this moment, a big crisis suddenly appeared behind him, causing him to tilt his head suddenly.
Then a real sword filled with energy almost grazed his neck and stabbed forward, leaving a trace of blood.
If he hadn't avoided it in time, this sword would have been enough to cause heavy damage to Jian Wushuang!
After he managed to escape the crisis, he turned around and looked at Zheng Ying, his eyes as heavy as water.
Zheng Ying's beautiful face was as cold as frost at the moment. He held the sword in his right hand and without even saying a word, he once again brought his Yan power to kill Xiang Jian Wushuang.
"Are you sick?"
The two fingers of his food instantly caught the sword blade that was heading straight for him. Jian Wushuang suppressed the anger in his heart and said this to Zheng Ying, "Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"
Zheng Ying, who was still stabbing forward, froze again, and her cold eyes began to contain some doubts, because she heard something familiar from the words of the young guard in front of her.
But the next moment, an even colder murderous intention erupted. From behind Zheng Ying, hundreds of majestic powers suddenly appeared, all suppressing Jian Wushuang.
Even if he thought about his old feelings again, Jian Wushuang also became angry. He suddenly slammed his palm in front of him and fought against those Yanli.
A huge explosion arose under the hibiscus tree.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang pointed out another point, turning into several power-generating water dragons, trapping Zheng Ying.
He did not want to put Zheng Ying to death. After all, she was one of the few people he met when he first came to Dayan Huan, so he only wanted to trap her.
But the more this happened, the more fierce Zheng Ying's resistance became, surpassing the strength of ordinary Yanxian and giving Jian Wushuang a headache.
"What do you want, don't go too far Zheng Ying!" Jian Wushuang looked at the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice.
Zheng Ying, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, "How did you know my name?"
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he also fell silent. Only then did he realize that he could not reveal any information about himself.
Finally, he pushed away and forced Zheng Ying away.
"Don't worry about who I am, I would like to advise you that it is best not to kill Mr. Mo."
After leaving these words, Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he turned around and left.
Looking at the somewhat familiar figure from behind, Zheng Ying did not chase him, but turned around to look at the young master Mo who was lying under the fusang tree and was as angry as a silk thread.
After several fights and escapes, Young Master Mo has looked away, with only unwillingness in his eyes.
Under the battle between Di Qing and Dayanxian, the entire Xiaoxian State and even Beitian Xianzhou were on the verge of collapse.
The winding old roots of the hibiscus tree have broken, and gravel is falling.
Zheng Ying stepped forward, facing the setting sun, and without any hesitation, cut off the head of Master Mo with a sword.
Then, she stretched out her palm and released her majestic energy to easily crush his immortal source.
At this point, the fifth emperor under Zhen Wuyang, Prince Mo.
The body fell under the hibiscus tree.
Beitian Xianzhou, which was supported by the destiny of Prince Mo and Emperor, began to collapse, and all avenues and destiny began to be disordered.
The world is mourning, this is the response to the death of the emperor's son.
And Zheng Ying, the end of everything, looked at the lifeless head in his hand and waved his hand to intercept the last destiny of the emperor, Prince Mo.
In the end, the head turned into a handful of powder and scattered under the hibiscus tree.
When the emperor's son passes away, the great avenues of heaven and earth tremble.
At this moment, the Yanxian or Dayanxian who were fighting in Beitian Xianzhou all noticed.
Jian Wushuang turned around and took one last look at the figure standing under the hibiscus tree with a complicated expression, and then left quickly.
When Master Mo finally dies, all Yanxian or Dayanxian present will definitely be thoroughly investigated by the Heavenly Court.
If there are any clues left, it will be a disaster!
Jian Wushuang will never forget that besides Zhen Wuyang, who has the destiny of an emperor, there are ninety-nine Dayan Immortals in the entire heaven.
Any one of them has the absolute strength to stand alone against Di Qing's supreme power.
So right now, escaping quickly is the most correct choice.
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu, who were desperately resisting, felt their bodies relax. The mysterious five swordsmen stopped their offensive and shouted to the sky, "Young Master Mo is dead, retreat!"
Upon hearing this, the two Dayan Immortals, whose bodies were mottled with divine blood, immediately gave up their confrontation with Di Qing and prepared to escape.
"Want to run away? Stay with me!" Di Qing shouted angrily, shaking his arms, he caught them.
The two Dayan Immortals hurriedly used their Yanli forces to resist, and at the same time said in a deep voice, "Young Master Mo is dead, and the Heavenly Court will definitely investigate him. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"
Di Qing smiled ferociously, "There is plenty of time, I will kill you first, and then I will leave before it's too late!"
"Brainless idiot." Since they could not escape, the two Dayan Immortals were also anxious. At this point, the longer they stayed here, the less likely they would be to escape.
But Di Qing did not let them leave, and they started fighting again.
"Chunqiu, Chen Qing, let's go!" A deep shout resounded, Jian Wushuang's figure was like lightning, and with the momentum, he directly broke through the blockade of the Five Musketeers and came to the aid of the two.
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded, and the three of them fled quickly together.
"Brother Jian, is Master Mo Dang really dead?" While running away, Chen Qing couldn't help but ask.
He still couldn't believe that the fifth emperor under Zhen Wuyang died so simply?
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "All the luck has been lost, and there is absolutely no chance of survival."
Chen Qing nodded, not knowing whether he was happy or worried, "Damn it, I was so hasty that I even forgot to sprinkle hot urine on the temple."
"..."
"Don't think too much, escape from here first."
The Immortal State in the North is extremely vast, but as the fate of the emperor and his son dissipated, the avenue became extremely chaotic, and the entire Immortal State was irreversibly broken.
And Jian Wushuang wanted to run away from Xianzhou with all his strength before the people from Heaven came, and try to hide his aura as much as possible.
The current chaotic situation 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.