One of the Immortal Immortals was unable to retreat in time and was crushed to pieces by the Tianmen of the Realm on the spot, and the source of his Immortal was shattered.
The battlefield of anxious fighting immediately became empty, and more than a dozen Yanxian all looked at Jian Wushuang warily.
The power contained in that mysterious magical power is actually so vast.
On the other side, Chen Qing went on a killing spree, each blow being enough to seriously injure several Yanxian who dared to rush forward.
But despite this, the Immortals under the Little Emperor's seat are still showing signs of fatigue.
Twenty people versus forty people, how can they be opponents?
Without the help of the Three Emperors, Jian Wushuang would have been invincible against several Immortals, but at the moment, there were no less than ten people surrounding him.
He alone attracted a quarter of the firepower, which was extremely depressing.
"Be obedient and take your head here, I can save you from the pain!" A powerful and heavy Yanli Pilian hit Jian Wushuang hard.
The long sword in his hand reversed, tearing apart the offensive with one sword. Jian Wushuang smiled disdainfully, "How can you, shameless trash, be able to take my head off?"
The leading Yanxian looked stern, and then made a move with both hands. A total of eleven Yanxians used their strength together, and a powerful light that covered the sky seemed to carry the power of the entire void, overwhelming it.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were solemn. He first raised a force to block it, then raised his sword and stabbed straight up.
Absolute sword!
One sword is worth a hundred thousand swords to kill the Arrancar!
"boom!"
Thousands of streams of light burst out, Jian Wushuang held a long sword and moved forward indomitably.
The sky-covering light was split into two from the middle and dissipated rapidly.
Jian Wushuang was also extremely uncomfortable at the moment. The combined blow of these eleven Immortals was beyond what he could bear. Being in this situation, the surface of his skin seemed to begin to burn.
"Brother Jian, I'm here to help you!" With a low voice, Chunqiu commanded his eight arms with angry eyes, and rushed directly. The eight giant arms, along with Jian Wushuang, roared into the sky-covering light.
Jian Wushuang felt his whole body relax, and all the energy in front of his eyes dissipated.
Chunqiu came to him and said quickly in a deep voice, "Brother Jian, let's retreat. Forty Immortals, if we continue in this stalemate, we will definitely die without any chance of survival!"
"We can't leave." Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He had his own set of rules for life. If he left without caring like this, it would be a disaster for Chen Qing, Xiao Dijun and others.
Retreating without a fight will first hit morale.
No matter what, he can't retreat today.
Reaching out to block the huge power coming from him again, Jian Wushuang turned around and pushed Chunqiu into the protective circle.
He is just an ancestor, and even if he has eight-armed glaring eyes, he will be directly destroyed in the offensive of Yanxian if he is not careful.
The only thing Jian Wushuang can do now is to try to protect him behind him.
There are endless immortals dying, and the power of such an existence can destroy the world with just one hand, let alone nearly sixty immortals fighting against each other.
The void was torn apart, and the slightly closer planes of heaven and earth were also affected and continued to collapse.
Nearly a hundred ancestors were all suppressed and killed early on, and the immortals brought by the little emperor were also rapidly decreasing.
Several people have long been at the end of their strength. Even if Chen Qing's power has reached its peak, he is still weak in the face of so many immortals.
A sword intent from the stars, rivers, lakes and seas burst out, barely blocking the group of Immortals that rushed towards them again. Jian Wushuang and others were already surrounded.
At this point, there are only eight Immortals left beside the little emperor.
Chen Qing's right arm holding the sword was covered with scars, especially on his right rib. The scars were shocking.
These wounds caused by the same immortals are difficult to heal in a short period of time, which also means that the combat power will be reduced to a certain extent.
Looking at the nearly twenty-five or six Immortals, Jian Wushuang and others felt their hearts sinking.
"Little Emperor, I will stay behind later, and you will return to the Six Heavens Realm and never reach the Heavenly Court again." Chen Qing whispered, "Only by living can you continue to fulfill your long-cherished wish."
"Brother Jian, I leave the little emperor's safety to you." He looked at Jian Wushuang and said.
Before Jian Wushuang could speak, the little emperor said coldly, "Chen Qing, when will I need you to make a decision on this matter?"
Chen Qing was anxious, "But if you don't leave, little emperor, you really won't be able to leave!"
"As the successor emperor, I must go to heaven. Even if I die on the road, I cannot change it." The little emperor's voice was indifferent, and there was already a will to die in his eyes.
"Oh, the successor emperor, a loser who can only cultivate continuously but cannot become enlightened, dares to call himself the successor emperor?" A feminine-looking Yanxian sneered disdainfully, and more than twenty Yanxians behind him were also laughing loudly at this moment.
stand up.
"Sir, leave it to me." The thin purple-robed boy lowered his head slightly, and when he took a step forward, he was held by the little emperor.
"Let the trash in his mouth send him on his way." His voice was indifferent, but it was filled with deep majesty.
The next moment, the fighting starts again!
A realm filled with darkness sprouted up, and the little emperor was in it, as if he had become an emperor who truly controlled a place.
"Whoever kills Young Master Yan will be rewarded heavily!" Instead of being afraid, the feminine-looking Yanxian smiled ferociously, looking like a ghost, and rushed directly towards the little emperor.
A sword pierced the pipa bone of one of the Yanxian, Jian Wushuang let out a deep roar, and the sky-covering Yanli blasted forward.
The terrifying power of Tianmen Jiyi is once again suppressed.
However, the derivative immortals who had already experienced the terrifying force among them all worked together to block it. Under Jian Wushuang's full blow, no one was injured or killed!
Jian Wushuang's heart sank, but he immediately picked up the invisible sword and rushed forward.
All kinds of supreme magical powers bombarded his body, and even his immortal divine body began to be injured.
The little emperor released his domain and reached out to destroy one of the Immortals with one strike, but was immediately intercepted by other Immortals.
Chen Qing and others also managed to protect themselves.
Shocking wounds began to appear on everyone's body.
Just when Jian Wushuang and others were about to be completely surrounded and killed in this fierce battle, a burst of monstrous force suddenly emerged from the boundless void.
Jian Wushuang almost subconsciously grabbed the little emperor in front of him and backed away suddenly.
"Zheng!"
A terrifying straight slash that easily shattered the void, as if it had opened up the heaven and earth, and millions of miles of void were split open into nothingness like an abyss or a prison under this blow.
Almost at the same time as he retreated, the straight slash that came from nowhere but carried a destructive aura covered the sky and crushed him.
There were more than ten Immortals who had no time to dodge, and their bodies immediately turned into powder, and their sources of immortality turned into nothingness.
This terrifying and shocking sword directly plowed a ravine of billions of miles of nothingness into the void!
Dead silence, extremely dead silence, all the surviving Yanxian were stunned at this moment.