Jian Wushuang always seems to have a clear understanding of everything and is neither impatient nor impatient. In the eyes of the little emperor, it seems that no one around him is similar to him and is independent.
The invisible sword intent quietly rose up and condensed around him.
One way...
Ten ways...
Thousands of ways!
Countless invisible long swords rose from the sky, turning into a terrifying light covering the sky, hanging high above the heads of every black-robed top cultivator.
A great terror of life and death surged in everyone's heart. Even Yanxian felt a sense of fear under this sword curtain.
Chen Qing, who was escorting the little emperor, turned around and looked at this scene in shock. A deep fear flashed through his eyes before he turned around.
Jian Wushuang's clothes fluttered around him, like a lone sword left alone in the world. No one could see what he was thinking. With every step he took, the sword curtain hanging above the sky began to appear.
Come forward and surge a portion.
The daring ancestor-level cultivator took a tentative step, and suddenly there was a sword in the sky, and he cut it down with one strike!
"Pfft" an extremely subtle sound, like a sound of death, sounded in the celestial city that was about to be shattered.
The top ancestral cultivator was crushed into powder, and even the origin in his body was shattered. There was no possibility of resurrection!
With just one sword intention, he killed an ancestor. Looking at the extremely dense sword curtain in the sky, all the ancestors subconsciously took a step back, with horrified expressions on their faces.
For a time, even a few Yanxian didn't dare to act rashly.
Jian Wushuang glanced at all of them coldly, and his pace quickened slightly.
Although the sword curtain that filled the sky was powerful, he knew that if he really wanted to use his hands, these sword curtains could kill at most a hundred ancestor level cultivators. If the eight immortals worked together, the effect would be greatly reduced.
So Jian Wushuang was betting that they wouldn't dare to step forward.
Once you leave this Celestial City, it will be much easier to escape.
But after only a few miles of progress, the Yanxians looked at each other, and a wave of ruthlessness surged out. They no longer paid attention to the sword curtain in the sky, and actually joined forces to besiege!
Jian Wushuang was shocked and released the sword curtain almost without thinking.
However, this sword curtain can intimidate top ancestor cultivators, but it is still a little weak against the Yanxian who work together.
At first, a black-robed Yanxian waved his hand and threw out a wave of Yanli, swinging away all the approaching sword curtains, and went straight to kill Jian Wushuang.
"Boy, no matter who you are, you will leave your life here today!" The eight Yanxian rushed forward together, with the Yanli in their hands changing in countless ways, and went straight to Jian Wushuang's pocket.
The majestic and terrifying energy turned into a big net that covered the sky. After Jian Wushuang pushed Chunqiu far away from the battle circle, he snorted coldly and bravely attacked with a long sword in hand.
In the blink of an eye, the leader of the black-robed Yanxian wielded his palm to suppress the attack, and suddenly felt a sharp sword intent break through the void and stab directly.
At the critical moment, he made the most correct choice. His body suddenly tilted, and most of his left body was instantly shattered.
His divine body was shattered, and he cried out in agony from the unbearable pain. A look of luck even lingered in his eyes, but at the next moment, the sword light exploded and tore him into pieces.
All the top cultivators were crazy. No one cared about Jian Wushuang's strength. They all came over like a torrent.
If the little emperor escapes, they have a calculation. There is no chance of survival even if he goes back to revive. Only by killing him completely can they survive!
Jian Wushuang's expression changed. At this moment, boundless energy poured down on him, and the entire vast sky city turned into powder under this terrifying pressure.
Without hesitation, he directly raised his sword and combined the two Xinghe styles of Wushuang Kendo into one style, forming an indomitable sword!
The crazy momentum rising up from the sky, threatening to overwhelm the sky, was rising rapidly, and then resolutely crashed into the general trend brought down by the combined efforts of more than five hundred people and seven immortals!
There is a huge light flashing, and the ground in the Jingchuan Sky Territory is cracking. The cracks in the sky are like abyss and prison, and the cracks are densely covered in the earth, which is extremely ferocious.
You must know that the strength of every heaven in this Dayan World is far stronger than any place in the Divine Power Universe!
There is not even any comparison between them. The place that can accommodate the immortals to sit and practice has long been the ultimate place in the world.
But even this realm of heaven began to collapse due to the collision between the two.
The little emperor, who was being surrounded by Chen Qing and the thin purple robe, suddenly felt a blush on his pale face after feeling the power of destroying the world.
Then he suddenly broke away from Chen Qing and the two, took a false step, stepped directly on the waist of Ba Arms Angry Eyes, and galloped away behind him with the help of his strength.
"Little Emperor!" Chen Qing shouted urgently, but he was unable to stop him in time and could only watch the figure of the Little Emperor go away.
And the thin purple-robed man called Daban didn't hesitate at all, and returned almost the moment the little emperor Jundong set out.
Chen Qing gritted his teeth and then flew behind the fierce battle.
Chunqiu, who was sitting on the shoulders of Ba Arms with Angry Eyes, was also a little confused. For him, the little emperor went back to die, which was the end of the hatred and resentment in his heart, but he also thought of Jian Wushuang who broke the back with his own power.
Pausing for a moment, the eight-armed man beneath him glared angrily. Chunqiu turned around and looked at the figure from a distance, looking like a moth flying into a flame.
The next moment, he also flew back without any hesitation!
'Little Emperor? It would be better to die in my hands. I will only save Brother Jian when I go!'
A sword that transcended the meaning of the past swordsmanship, breaking through the supreme momentum layer by layer, but was immediately replaced by a more profound theory of Yan Li.
Jian Wushuang was holding on, the energy in his body was flowing crazily, and he was already beyond his capabilities!
Just when he was about to call out the Three Emperors desperately, a pair of bloodless palms came close to him and pressed against the majestic momentum.
Jian Wushuang was a little shocked. The person who came was none other than the little emperor who was likely to faint at any time.
"Didn't I let you go?" Under such pressure, Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.
The little emperor smiled slightly, and a wisp of divine blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth again, "I need you to return to the Sixth Heaven..."
"Don't, don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend the throne..."
"If you die, I will suffer a big loss..." The energy released with all his strength seemed to put a huge load on his body, and he could not even open his eyes.
But despite this, the little emperor seemed to have something to say, "Remember, I can't do it without you for six days after I return."