Jian Wushuang raised his brows slightly, this kind of breath was strange and familiar.

He realized that he couldn't avoid it.

Along with the trembling of the void, the originally dead nothingness changed color.

Clouds and smoke that did not know where they started rose up, covering everything.

"Come back?" Nan Xuan solemnly said.

Yunyan misty, atmospheric transport is here!

"Is it true that I have been slaughtered by you!"

A voice containing supreme prestige resounded through the void like Hong Zhong Dalu.

However, Jian Wushuang's most familiar figure appeared quietly.

"The son correct?"

"Jian Wushuang!"

I haven't seen him in nearly 20,000 years, but Gongzijiao's temperament has changed drastically.

Today, his edge is exposed, the invisible but qualitative supreme might oppress the universe, and he is set off by a black gold armor like a great emperor walking out of a sea of ​​blood.

Jin Mang burst out from his true eyes, capturing people to the extreme.

Moreover, behind the young master Jiao, twenty black robe figures were listed, like Yuanzhu Yuezhi, terrifying to the extreme.

Dead silence, pervasive.

The eyes are facing each other, the sword is calm and the two faces are calm, and the young master is sullen, and the palms of the hands holding the hilt of the waist are already showing green veins.

He said angrily, "Jian Wushuang, you have insulted me so much twice, do you really think you can't help it?!"

Loud sound bursts, shaking the void.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Wushuang said, "I have no intention of being an enemy of you. This time I am only looking for a friend in Damitian, but the journey is not smooth, and some immortals who impeded it have been cleared."

"Then you know that all the people who are purged are the eternal fairy under my seat?"

The son took a step forward, and the Supreme Prestige came down directly.

Nan Xuan's expression slightly changed, and the power in the fairy body began to boil.

Only Jian Wushuang remained indifferent, completely considering his dignity and luck as nothing. "As I said just now, I just shot out some of the immortals who impeded them, not because they were the immortals of the sky. ."

The prince frowned and stretched slightly, "Even if you didn't mean it, but slaughtering so many immortals under my seat, I will never give up!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes drenched, and the Xuanhe **** pattern quietly surged around his body, a kind of plain but not negligible pressure, from the bottom to the top, directly offsetting the prestige of Gongzi Jiao, and showing a tendency of resistance.

Facing this sudden, more majestic coercion, the son retreated half a step back, his face uncertain.

There was a shock that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, which lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the feeling Jian Wushuang gave him surpassed the previous one.

But soon, he regained his composure again, his eyes sinking like a waterway, "Jian Wushuang, we have old accounts and new accounts, let's calculate it together today!"

After the prince had finished correcting the words, he suddenly drew out the long sword hanging from his waist, and burst out a green sword pointed straight forward.

In the next moment, all the twenty black robe figures behind him moved, and the surging strength lifted to the sky.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang looked at Nan Xuan Dao, "If you go now, you still have time."

"Little friend, don't be kidding, I will never leave you here," Nan Xuan frowned. "It's too dangerous here. Go together."

He said calmly, "I won't go, he won't let me go."

Nan Xuan wondered, "Just rely on him, a guy who is not Dayan Immortal?"

Jian Wushuang wanted to tell Nan Xuan that this guy who was not Dayan Immortal, was the second emperor son Gongzi under the seat of the Emperor of the Great Siyu, and his background was much deeper than what he showed.

But in the end, he did not speak, but took a step forward and stopped Nan Xuan behind him.

"Jian Wushuang, do you think that you can resist the whole world?" The son said in a trembling voice, and the twenty black robes behind him also moved out.

The surging force is almost as solid as the essence, and the unique aura comes down.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan's eyes condensed.

Twenty black robes are 20 evangelists, but these evangelists are no longer ordinary evangelists, but they control the immortal evangelists.

Once you control the immortal style, it means you have found your own way, the upward way.

Quasi Dayan Immortal!

Twenty quasi-dayan immortals!

"It's not that I want to resist the whole world, but the whole world will stop me!!"

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows are like swords, extremely proud.

With a finger at the long sword, the son corrected himself, "Cut!"

"Rumble—"

The clouds were filled with smoke, and the power exploded, and the void began to shatter under the influence of twenty quasi-dayan immortals.

They all have control of their own fairy style, which is completely different from ordinary fairy cultivating.

Therefore, even Jian Wushuang is solemn.

The invisible sword wrapped in the bright red gold **** pattern quietly condensed.

Facing twenty quasi-dayan immortals, he directly released Wushuang Jiandao.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the first style.

star.

Under this sword, the void shattered directly, and thousands of stars rose up like a giant dragon, devouring everything visible.

And Nan Xuan, who wore a long sword at his waist, also led the sword without any hesitation at this moment.

The bright sun condensed behind him, and the nine golden sun rays followed the sword straight up.

At this moment, the void was obscured by the meaning of pure gold.

Twenty quasi-dayan immortals were swallowed and wrapped like moths to the fire.

The giant sound erupted, enough to shatter the shock waves of the heavenly planes, and finally erupted in the southwest of the great sky.

The scope of this spread is so wide that the son Jiao can't sit back and watch.

He hurriedly waved his hand to lower the boundless prestige to suppress the turmoil.

As the lord of the entire Da Mitian, Da Mitian is connected to the fortune of Gongzi Jiao, so he can suppress the turmoil at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the horror in his eyes continued to increase.

When did Jian Wushuang grow up to such a point that he could force the twenty quasi-dayan immortals on his own?

You know, that is a total of twenty quasi-dayan immortals, enough to destroy any super universe!

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The resentment towards Jian Wushuang made Young Master Jiao unable to bear it anymore, and he directly lifted the sword to shatter the void and slashed towards Jian Wushuang.

The void was torn apart, and the young man wearing the ink-gold armor pierced the radiant golden light, and the long sword in his hand broke everything.

However, his long sword did not fall on Jian Wushuang's body, but was blocked by a slender and azure real sword.

"Hey, I said, let us go, lest your universe is destroyed." Nan Xuan said in a loud voice, holding swords in both hands, blocking the young man from the outside.

"Get out of here!" The son Jiao almost went mad, slashing with his sword.

The sparks overflowed, but they were all blocked by Nan Xuan.

"Ignorance!" He snorted coldly, and the Zhanqing sword in his hand shook, causing the son to retreat back a hundred feet.

Qi and blood surged, and the son rushed to correct his breath, almost spitting out blood.

He couldn't understand why Dayan Immortal always appeared beside Jian Wushuang?