If you look carefully, on the broad back of this giant ape, a slightly immature and thin figure is watching everything happening in the sky with excitement.
More than twenty new-faced Yanxian appeared to be encircling them, making dumplings of the Yanxian including Gong Ziyu.
"Young Master Lin?!" At this moment, Xiao Dijun, Gong Ziyu, and Gongzi Jiu all shouted the same name.
The person who came was none other than Young Master Lin, the only one of the Seven Emperors who had a good impression of the young emperor.
"Brother, your mount is really cool. This is the first time I use a fairy as a mount!" Sitting on the back of the strange ape, the Seventh Emperor's son looked at the little emperor and said with a beaming expression.
The little emperor frowned slightly, obviously not expecting that Young Master Lin would intervene at this moment.
Gong Ziyu looked at him with the same surprise, and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Do you also want to compete for Xiantao?"
"Third brother, don't get me wrong. I don't have much thought about that thing." Young Master Lin scratched his head, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm purely here to help eldest brother. You and second brother have gone too far. ”
Hearing this, Gong Ziyu sneered, "Are you looking for death? Even adding you can change the outcome?"
"It's hard to say whether it will change or not, but you have to give it a try, right?" Gongzi Lin said, stretching on the strange ape's back.
"Since you are looking for death, I will kill you easily!" Young Master Yu smiled sinisterly and took the lead in launching the offensive.
When the young master saw this, he slapped the strange ape on the head and ran away.
Almost at the same time, Yanxian who was in the same camp as Young Master Lin also moved out one after another and started fighting together.
Jian Wushuang felt the pressure all over his body suddenly lighten, and he no longer had the sense of urgency to resist.
Nearly fifty Immortals fought in a melee, and their different abilities exploded in a magnificent way.
Jian Wushuang looked at Gong Ziyu, who was launching an offensive against Gong Zi Lin, and his eyes began to brighten.
"Be careful." The little emperor reminded him in a low voice as if he felt something.
He nodded, lightly pressed his palm on the hilt of Tai Luo's sword, and disappeared quietly like a ghost.
Just when he was concentrating on it and was about to force the young master back with a palm, a strong sense of crisis made Gong Ziyu tilt his head almost subconsciously.
"Chila..."
However, it was still too late. The blade penetrated half an inch of his flesh, almost cutting off his entire head.
Gong Ziyu quickly retreated and at the same time released his Yanli to protect himself.
Looking at the mysterious young man dressed as a ranger in black, Gong Ziyu felt the wound on his neck hurt to the bone.
A shake of his wrist knocked the divine blood off the Tai Luo Divine Sword, and Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly.
After waving his hand to heal the wound on his neck, the madness in Gong Ziyu's eyes disappeared and he looked at him warily.
Being able to approach him unknowingly and almost behead him with one sword strike, this terrifying strength made Gong Ziyu shudder in his heart.
Without any unnecessary clichés, Jian Wushuang directly raised his sword and pressed forward. The broken Tai Luo Divine Sword was full of momentum.
A slash of the sword easily broke Gong Ziyu's energy.
He was horrified and tried his best to resist.
Although the sword body was broken, the way of the sword was still there, and each sword carried a powerful force. The forced Gongziyu began to panic.
Each sword move was as deep as water, and at the same time opened and closed, it was difficult for Gong Ziyu to use the corresponding energy to deal with it.
Although there was only one sword strike each time, it was divided into thousands of sword intents, which made him suffer more and more.
Jian Wushuang is like a blacksmith, and Gong Ziyu is like an iron embryo that is constantly being hammered. During this hammering process, each of his sword strikes became more and more concise.
Gong Ziyu almost lost his temper. In this confrontation, he was actually treated as a whetstone? !
Humiliation welled up in his heart, and he was ready to release the Immortal Style at all costs and crush Jian Wushuang like a bug. But soon, Gong Ziyu discovered to his horror that in his current state, he could not summon the Immortal Style at all...
A powerful and heavy sword slashed down, plowing a shocking wound directly from Gong Ziyu's pipa bone, and divine blood spurted out.
This sword almost cut him into two pieces in the middle.
Gong Ziyu felt frightened. He found that the young man in front of him, who was as cold as the god of death, was far more terrifying than he imagined.
If the little emperor brought him shock and confusion, then Jian Wushuang now represented coldness and death.
When he realized the horror of life and death, it was too late.
There wasn't even any unnecessary nonsense. Jian Wushuang raised the Broken Divine Sword in his hand, as if to condemn and judge him, and landed the final blow of the sword.
But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.
A light red scroll swept across quietly, and at the same time, a beam of light directly penetrated Jian Wushuang's back.
The warm divine blood sprayed all over Gong Ziyu's face.
Jian Wushuang's face turned pale, and the sword failed to cut down in the end.
The Tailuo Divine Sword slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.
He also lost his strength and suddenly fell from the clouds like a fallen leaf.
"Jian Wushuang!" The little emperor shouted in shock, and almost at the same time he moved to catch him.
But then a reddish barrier blocked it.
Young Master Jiu walked out of the scroll and looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm so sorry. My mistake caused such consequences. I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of the game."
The little emperor's eyes turned from cold to furious, "Young Master Jiu, you will definitely die in my hands."
"Really? But in order to prevent this result from happening, I will make you, the eldest brother, disappear completely before that happens." Young Master Jiu said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.
A big sun without any warmth stretches across the sky, and the mixture of black and white reveals deathly silence and nothingness.
This is the fairy style that belongs to the little emperor, a mysterious fairy style that comes from nowhere.
Young Master Jiu's eyes also started to become wild, and he who was the most unpredictable, like an abyss, also showed his strength at this moment.
It seems that the turbidity and clearness are not separated, and the unknown and extremely suppressed breath emerges like silk and mist.
"Although I can't kill you in the heaven, it is still a good choice to add another layer of strength to your frail body."
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"It hurts so much..."
Feeling the gurgling stream flowing around him, Jian Wushuang, who had lost consciousness, gradually woke up.
At this moment, half of his body was soaked in the stream, and most of the black shirt on his body was broken.
He barely held himself up and fell to the ground on his back, panting slightly.
The originally shattered chest was healing rapidly, and the lost energy and vitality were also rapidly restored.
All of this is naturally attributed to Jian Wushuang's super-perfect life form.
As he cut off the past and achieved the realm of Immortal Evolution, his own super-perfect life form did not disappear with the cut off of the past. Instead, it became stronger after entering the Great Evolution World.
(End of chapter)