Chapter 4878

This is the second time that jianwushuang has condensed the true image of selflessness.

The first condensation was to completely defeat Zhang Tianshi, the Lord of the celestial sect in the immortal domain, and burst his bitter round immortal style with the selfless true shadow.

This is the second immortal form of the unparalleled sword, which is a special immortal form independent of a little mountain and river.

Accompanied by a natural and unrestrained, like the true Shadow of the gods, the sword's unparalleled blood burst out.

Diqing didn't stop, and a black treasure gradually condensed out, and continued to expand in the array for thousands of miles.

Chen Qing, Chunqiu and others all retreated, staring at the scene nervously.

Through the big array of colorful circulation, you can see a treasure phase, and a black black black is soaring madly. Almost between dozens of interest rates, it soared to a million feet.

But the array showed no sign of breaking.

Based on 60 immortals, the array is too solid.

Although every fairy turned red, the endless energy still firmly bound the unparalleled sword and the essence of Qing trapped in it.

At this moment, the unparalleled selfless shadow of the sword has grown to hundreds of millions of feet, which has exceeded the height of the previous war with Zhang Tian, the immortal domain emperor, but it still failed to support the explosion of the formation.

Diqing's Heiwu Baoxiang also reached a certain critical point.

"Damn it, these bastards will be ground into meat mud one by one when I go out!" Di Qing's face turned red. His real life had just been damaged, and his strength was far from recovering, so that he was surrounded by this array.

Jian Wushuang frowns tightly. If he can't tear open the array without my true shadow, I'm afraid he'll have to find another way.

With the completion of the array, the remaining 200 immortals began to move towards the next three days of the six day territory again.

Obviously, before they came to the six days realm, they were ordered to destroy the six days realm regardless of everything.

Just when this array was completed, the dark robed Yanxian, who had been mysterious to the extreme and gave orders from time to time, flew to the top of the array, and quietly condensed a dark short sword with a small arm in his hand.

Watching from a distance, the little emperor's eyes quietly coagulated. The next moment, his body directly burst up, holding a soft sword, and resolutely rushed to the formation.

The thin purple robe also started at this time, following the little emperor.

Acting as the foot of the array, all the Yan immortals constantly exchange positions, release the Yan force and strengthen.

Also in the next time Yan Xian exchanged positions, a dead, nihilistic, black and white breath quietly swept up.

It was the fairy style of the little emperor, and the fairy style of the full blow burst out in the weakest position.

It is not easy to act as the script of the array with all one's strength, and there is no possibility to stop this fairy style of all one's strength.

Four of the ten immortals fell on the spot, and the remaining six were all severely hit.

At this point, six formations were smashed under the full blow of the little emperor.

It is precisely because of this attack that the whole formation is on the verge of collapse.

The sword unparalleled and Diqing besieged in the array were also aware of it, and directly lifted the selfless true Shadow and the black Wu Baoxiang again, finally breaking the whole array!

"You want to die!"

Holding a dark short sword, the black robed Yanxian fell from the top of the array, looked at the little emperor angrily, and then suddenly turned into a cloud and disappeared.

Until the little emperor was aware of it again, the black robed Yan Xian had condensed in front of him again.

The short sword, which was long and narrow and condensed with muddy black derivatives, fell directly and was easily gouged out into his heart.

There, it is basically a place where immortals are generally condensed.

This sword came from rushing to kill.

The pupil of xiaodijun suddenly coagulated, and then slowly collapsed.

"Your Highness!" At this moment, the thin purple robe completely lost his demeanor. He flew over, and the palm condensed derivative force, which roared towards the black robed Yanxian.

The black robed Yan Xian was also obviously stunned. After reacting, he directly threw out the fairy body of the little emperor like throwing garbage, and then ran away.

The thin purple robe caught the little emperor, and his haggard and steady face was full of helpless, "Your Highness, your highness..."

"Mate, Sue, tell jianwushuang, run away." Xiaodijun reluctantly opened his eyes and passed out after saying this last sentence.

The thin purple robe nodded, held him tightly in his arms, and then ran up to Chen Qing.

Sword peerless, who closed this scene to the bottom of his eyes, looked at the black robed Yan Xian who wanted to escape, and he pursued without any hesitation.

It's like a killing sword full of God's blood. No Yan Xian can stop him.

Di Qing followed his unparalleled sword, and his strength belonging to jiuzhuan Dayan immortal was also revealed at this moment.

With a read of mountains and rivers, but a few breaths, he equalled the black robed Yan Xian, and then stabbed it with the same sword.

"Uh huh!"

The black robed Yanxian, who had no time to dodge, was directly cut off his right arm by jianwushuang.

He suffered from pain and turned around directly with a slap.

The sword peerless didn't dodge. After resisting the blow forcefully, it was stabbed by another sword.

The black robed Yan Xian breathed out in pain, and the sword meaning contained in the invisible sword poured into his meridians almost in an instant to wreak havoc and strangle.

"Damn thing, one of you is one today, and none of you can live!"

Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice. The invisible sword in his hand was shocked, and the unparalleled sword intention finally pulled it into powder.

The next moment, an ethereal voice resounded through the broken void.

"What a arrogant descendant, no matter his words or his behavior style, is full of hostility."

The world was silent, and all the immortals looked at the place where the sound was made.

Di Qing's face was dignified, and he smelled a breath that only belonged to Dayan Xian.

The dark red void was torn open, and then a middle-aged body with hands came out of it.

The breath surging around him was more pure and unfathomable than Yan Xian. With his walking, even the broken path of heaven began to slowly repair.

This middle-aged man, dressed in a elegant gown, has no need to be very elegant and extraordinary.

After coming here, he looked at Jian Wushuang and slowly shook his head, "I don't like the hostility emanating from you very much, but in order not to delay my time, you leave here and I'll let you live."

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, "what are you?"

The rather elegant middle-aged man was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that a little Yan Xian would open his mouth to humiliate him.

When he reacts, the original elegant gown suddenly vibrates, and an unimaginable and beyond the power of Yan Xian covers the whole broken void.

Under such pressure, all the immortals felt depressed, and the immortal source shrank, and even the derivative force flowing in the immortal body slowed to a certain extent.

"What an outspoken young boy, since you want to die, I will promise you to die!"