Legend of Swordsman

Feeling the complete dissipation of the emperor's luck, Chen Qing sighed.

In this whole heavenly court, although it is vast and magnificent, there are no treasures that can be taken away, and some are just dead.

"Brother Sword, let's meet the emperor's true body to see if there are any treasures or insights that will catch your eye?" Chen Qing asked.

Jian Wushuang nodded his head and did not object to him. He came to this heavenly court for the purpose of treasure hunting. If he did not seek the treasure, it would be called unreasonable karma.

As he prepared to leave, he stood at the end of the crowd, suddenly violently violently, and went straight to the emperor's body in the depths of heaven.

"Fuck, I knew that this guy was not well-meaning, and the sword brothers would keep up with it!" Chen Qing exclaimed, his feet suddenly rushed to catch up.

Jian Wushuang did not hesitate, almost at the same time as Qing Qing set off, he also set off.

The three streamer-like figures are chasing me, but in a moment, they reach the deepest part of this heavenly court.

In front of him is the base, the real body of the emperor wearing Moyu Liuyun's costume!

Being so close, Jian Wushuang could see the face of the dead emperor clearly.

His facial features are handsome and deep, with a somewhat restrained shadow, perhaps because his face is too handsome, covering up the deep texture of his facial features.

Just like an emperor who had already died, now his eyes are closed, like a nap, so that no one can see that he no longer has any breath and luck.

Di Qing turned his head back and looked at Jian Wushuang and Chen Qing coldly, and then walked without any scruples, walking among the innumerable black lotus, close to the throne.

Chen Qing was furious and directly released his strength, and he fought against him regardless of his preparation.

Jian Wushuang pulled him at the right time, and his head shook his head calmly, as if he had no plans to fight or snatch.

Chen Qing also knew that Jian Wushuang was thoughtful, and that he must have some kind of plan to stop him from fighting. After he snorted, he gave up the fight with Diqing.

But he couldn't help saying, "Brother Sword, are we really going to go and investigate? That's the real body of the emperor, if there is any emperor's treasure, it must be swallowed by the guy to the whale."

"Don't worry, just wait and see." Jian Wushuang didn't worry at all, the old God was saying.

Seeing this, Chen Qing had no choice but to stay in place, staring angrily at Di Qing's back.

Walking in the lotus path with great strides, it seemed that Qing Qing could not restrain the excitement in his heart, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

After walking for more than a thousand steps, he finally stood in front of the mighty emperor seat, facing the still emperor body, he swallowed his throat, and reached directly with his hand to touch it.

But only a moment later, Yi Qing quickly withdrew his palm.

I saw his right hand stretched out, covered with scars at this moment, blood was dripping from the scars, and the pain was very stinging.

The body of the emperor's real body, the Moyu Liuyun Emperor's suit, was sketched by a piece of black ink feathers, and the tail of each piece of ink feathers was too sharp, so that the anxious Diqing did not pay attention Arrived and was injured.

But he didn't care at all, the scar on his palm recovered instantly, and then he stretched out his palm and stuck it to the position of the emperor's true body, and could not wait to feel it.

Chen Qing was not angry, "This **** thing is actually thinking of swallowing everything, and it really is not a good thing near Gongzi Mo."

Jian Wushuang didn't listen to Chen Qing's complaints. At this moment, his eyes were gathered behind Di Qing's, the lotus path with the spreading black lotus.

I wonder if it's his illusion, the still black lotus seems to be much taller than before, and it has become a lot bigger.

He began to feel that there seemed to be a problem in this grave and dead heaven.

Seemingly to confirm his thoughts, the next moment, the black lotus in the lotus lanes on both sides suddenly grew wildly, and then all twisted the Qing Qing in front of the throne.

Where is the Qing Qing who is in excitement to predict such a crisis? When he responds, thousands of tentacle-like lotus necks are directly wrapped around his limbs and dragged down.

This horrifying scene happened only in the blink of an eye. When everyone responded, Diqing was under siege.

Chen Qing immediately grinned and said, "This retribution comes so fast?"

However, all this is just the beginning, a sensational trend, quietly spread out from the throne.

Immediately afterwards, a dark cyan flowing cloud sprang from the cranial crest of the emperor's real body, and a dark blue hue with a hexagonal head and golden eyed flying bird was quietly condensed in the air.

"Huh!"

It was just clear, and the irresistible sound waves swept through the heavens in an instant. Jian Wushuang felt that the heart could not bear it and burst.

The spring and autumn with a slightly weaker state, and Cui Jing even vomited and spit blood, and the breath faded.

It was horrible at first!

Such a flying bird flying from the cranial crest of the emperor's real body, carrying an immense momentum, hovered in the air, and the golden eye wheel revealed the dignified color.

Then, it changed abruptly and became a stream of clouds, which directly drilled into the fairy body of Diqing.

"Uh!"

The unbearable pain resounded. The skin of Diqing was tearing, and the blood of the gods was falling. It seemed to be unbearable. It could burst at any time.

"The body is good, but unfortunately I dare to covet the last breath of this emperor, I can only destroy Er!"

A cold, solemn and irresistible prestige sounded resoundingly.

The fairy body of Diyanxian was irresistibly destroyed.

Seeing this, Chen Qing couldn't help but whispered, "Brother Sword, let's run as fast as we can now, it's too late to be late..."

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, walking slowly and then withdrew his figure.

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The four bodies slowly receded, and after trying to move to a certain distance, they flew out of heaven with a rush.

But then, Di Qing's figure stopped exploding, and his blood-stained red eyes suddenly looked at Jian Wushuang and others.

"Er waited for Zhenwu Yang to be the head of the thief, and wait for my last obsession to kill!"

"Run!" Jian Wushuang's heart suddenly sank, he directly released Yan Li, and suddenly pushed Chen Qing three people into a thousand feet.

But he himself was already incapable of escape, and the essence of the blood dripping with blood was quietly coming behind him.

The palm with a very hot breath was attached to Jian Wushuang's back heart, making him fall into the ice cave, and even the rebellious mind was not born.

"Quick escape..." Di Qing's voice came from the position of his belly. He even reluctantly affected the emperor in his fairy body!