Chapter 4797

That fiery killing machine, so there was a moment of stagnation.

It is also the stagnation of this moment that makes the sword unparalleled breathe.

He did almost all he could to escape.

But it was still half a minute late.

Unparalleled, beyond the imagination of the terrible breath, or easily directly destroy the sword unparalleled arm!

His entire right arm holding the invisible sword was completely broken!

In exchange for the chance to escape at the cost of losing an arm, cold sweat flowed out of the unparalleled temples of the sword.

That kind of irresistible and uncontrollable breath is really terrible. Just the last emperor's obsession is so terrible. What would it be like if the emperor came in person?

"Good boy, I can let you escape." Di Qing looked at him coldly, "if at the beginning, I might have taken you as an emissary, but now, whoever dares to touch the heaven will be destroyed!"

Hong Zhong's big Lu like voice rang through, and his golden pupils scanned everyone present.

At this moment, Chunqiu and Cui Jing, whose realm was slightly weak, seemed unable to withstand the unknown oppression and directly knelt heavily on the ground.

Chen Qing was also obviously badly hurt, but he still struggled to get rid of the shackles, stretched out his arms, and tried to drag the sword unparalleled out of the range.

But Xinghuo an Neng competed with the bright moon, and the general trend of Yan force released by him was directly defeated by the emperor's obsession in Diqing immortal's body!

The sword with his right arm cut off had a withered breath, and there was no possibility of escape. He was already deciding to disperse all the deriving force and try his best to preserve the last breath.

The whole heaven was trembling. Although it was the last emperor's obsession, it could still easily kill them and annihilate them.

No one can escape the emperor's sanctions.

Jian Wushuang felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, icy to the extreme, and every cell was breaking.

Golden eyes are full, and it seems that they have been sentenced to death.

"Did you really die like this?" He couldn't believe it. The deep pupil reflected Diqing's cold face.

Everything is dying and finally falling apart.

Just as the emperor was obsessed and punished, an abrupt and untimely doubt sounded around the unparalleled sword.

"Eh? How can there be such a familiar smell here? Have you two old people found it?"

It was the voice of tall and thin old man Yang Jun, coming from the bowl of Yang.

Jian Wushuang shivered all over, as if he had caught the last straw and desperately opened the cork of Bo Yang bottle.

Yang Jun's figure then came out of the bowl Yang bottle, and his eyes directly focused on di Qing's figure, a little suspicious.

And Diqing, who was originally reducing punishment, also stopped his action, emitting golden pupils, which was also unbelievable.

"Yang Jun?!"

"Six crows?!"

Two suspicious voices sounded at the same time.

The tall and thin old man Yang Jun couldn't believe it. He walked straight ahead, walked around Diqing, and muttered, "aren't you an old boy with no residue left? How can you still look like this?"

Di Qing took a deep breath and stared at Yang Jun deeply. After a circle, he said something uncertain, "are you really Yang Jun?"

"Looking all over the sky, who can find the second emperor who has more temperament than my Yang Jun?" Yang Jun stood straight and stroked his beard.

"Sure enough, it's you..." Di Qing twitched slightly from the corners of her eyes, and then sighed, "I didn't expect to see an old friend before I was going."

"After all, I remember that you have not... How can you fully recover now?" Yang Jun was confused and looked at him carefully.

Di Qing heard the words with a wry smile, and then a touch of dark blue clouds poured out from the top of his skull.

At the same time that this wisp of dark clouds and smoke gushed out, Diqing's whole body weakened directly, and then fell into the hall and fainted.

The cloud and smoke slowly formed in the air, and finally condensed into a real emperor dressed in an ink plume cloud emperor suit.

"My true image has long been broken in that war, and even my real body has turned into powder. Now what you see about me is just an obsession, an obsession that is about to dissipate."

The emperor, who was called six crows by Yang Jun, flashed a touch of loneliness in the pupil of red gold.

After hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't control his anger. "Damn zhenwuyang, when this emperor completely recovers, he will maintain blood feud!"

At the same time, two streamers gushed out of the bowl Yang bottle and came to the six crow emperor.

"Six crows, long time no see."

Su He, who had strange heavy pupils, and Dao Gong, who had a dignified face, appeared together with a smile on his face.

Six crow emperor's eyes coagulated, and finally he smiled, "I knew you three old guys must still be alive."

"That year is no longer there, but now I can see you for the last time."

The atmosphere was a little heavy, and the third emperor naturally noticed that the true Shadow of the sixth crow emperor had long disappeared, and now he was only the last obsession.

"You are just too stubborn to understand the reason why there are green mountains left and you are not afraid of no firewood." Yang Jun sighed that his old friend, who was also the emperor at the beginning, had become like this now, and his natural mood was extremely lonely.

But the six crow emperor showed a comfortable smile, "I tried to break the real image, and at the beginning, I also severely put zhenwuyang together, leaving him a wound that could not be healed. If I were allowed to choose again now, I would still do this."

"This is my destination. You don't have to worry about it. Since you have left the real image, you will recover one day. It's not too late to ask zhenwuyang for debt."

Seeing that the six crows emperor was so open-minded, the three emperors couldn't help asking, "six crows, have you put it down?"

"Put it down?" Six crow emperor took a deep breath, and then shouted angrily, "put it down, I fart his mother. I want to eat his blood all the time and come to bury my people."

The three emperors looked at each other and couldn't laugh or cry. This is the speaking style of the great emperor who seems calm and does not let everything flow on the surface.

As if he had thrown away his inner imprisonment, six crows then simply said, "I'm going to die soon. I'll leave it to you three old guys to do the killing of zhenwuyang. Remember that if one day, don't forget to stab me with a sword."

"It's a pity that in the end, our four emperors can't have a good drink." The six crow emperor expressed regret.

Hearing the words, Yang Jun seemed to feel something. His nose twitched slightly, and then turned to look down at Chen Qing.

Chen Qing, who was retreating with his sword unparalleled, only felt an inexplicable crisis rising, and the hairs on his back stood up.

"I smell the smell of wine on this boy." Yang Jun was a little, and then reached out for a distant move and directly picked the wine gourd around Chen Qing's waist.