97影视

All of the Yan Immortals were shocked and took a step back, trembling.

That kind of existence was not something they could imagine. Naturally, they did not have any desire to fight.

As the figure in the Emperor’s robe opened his golden eyes, the four figures around him also opened their eyes in unison.

The general trend surged!

The air seemed to have frozen. The four divine peak-like figures were unsmiling as they stared ahead.

“My Lord, let’s retreat and leave…”

The vulgar Yan Immortal’s legs trembled, his head was already heavy.

In fact, the four figures were Chen Qing, Di Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing. Even the Emperor’s True Body sitting on the Emperor’s throne in black feather Emperor robe was Jian Wushuang’s disguise…

The reason why he did this was because he had no other choice.

Originally, Jian Wushuang had planned to kill some Yan Immortals who had barged in by accident. However, he saw the previous scene as soon as he stepped out of the palace.

The battle of close to 100 Yan Immortals was filled with energy, even if more than half of them were killed, they would still be a huge effort.

Other than Jian Wushuang, who had recovered to his peak after receiving Emperor Liu Ya’s Comprehension inheritance, the rest of them had not fully recovered.

Di Qing, who had recovered 60 percent of his strength, was confused, so Jian Wushuang did not count him in.

If they fought with the team of more than 50 Yan Immortals, even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory and not worth fighting.

That was why he came up with this plan to drive away these Yan Immortals.

But what he did not expect was that even though the group of Yan Immortal galls were about to burst from fear, they did not have any thoughts of running away.

Jian Wushuang frowned and secretly glanced at Chen Qing, who was standing beside him.

Chen Qing immediately understood. He took a step forward and shouted, “Those who trespass the Heavenly Court will die!”

The sound of thunder completely destroyed Yan Immortal’s mental defense.

“Milord, retreat and leave. If you don’t leave, we’ll all die here!”

The vulgar Yan Immortal said in a trembling voice, he was obviously planning to escape without a care.

Yan Immortal gritted his teeth and did not speak. He was unwilling to give up on the Heavenly Court that he had only found by chance after so much hardship.

Cheng Qing, who was like a divine mountain, saw that they had no intention of leaving. He took a step forward and prepared to give them another warning.

However, because he was too big, he snagged the wine gourd hidden at his waist, and more than ten black mountain crystals fell to the ground.

The wine gourd drew an arc on the jade floor and rolled to the feet of the old Yan Immortal.

The air was suffocating.

The older Yan Immortal looked down at the wine gourd by his feet, then at the black mountain crystals scattered on the ground, and he seemed to have understood something.

“Are you all imposters?”

Chen Qing was embarrassed and looked at Jian Wushuang.

“Fight!” As the simple word rang out, Jian Wushuang suddenly stepped up from the Emperor’s throne and an Invisible Sword had already formed in his hand.

“Kill them!”

Yan Immortal, who had recovered from his shock, shouted in anger, “Leave no one alive!”

In an instant, 42 Yan Immortals, 42 rays of Yan power, surged and directly pressed down on Jian Wushuang and the others.

Cheng Qing directly slapped the True Sword at his waist, bringing with it a tremendous amount of sword intent as he brazenly advanced.

Chun Qiu also summoned his eight-armed Arhat and charged forward.

Cui Jing, who was the weakest and did not have any trump cards, was blocked by Chun Qiu.

“Lowlives.”

Di Qing also made his move. A black crow appeared behind him, chirping with its head held high.

With such power, he was able to directly deal with the combined attack of 42 Yan Immortals.

“Clang! Whooosh…”

The blade of the sword was extremely sharp, and it directly tore apart the boundless Yan power.

Di Qing’s black crow, Chen Qing’s Sword Intent, Chun Qiu’s eight-armed Arhat, all of them exploded in the crowd of Yan Immortals.

After destroying a Yan Immortal’s Immortal source with one strike, Jian Wushuang turned back to take a quick glance at Di Qing before continuing to fight.

Even though he had only recovered less than 60 percent of his strength, the fearsomeness of a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal was still revealed.

The treasured image form of the black crow shattered, immediately shattering the Immortal Source of the ten Yan Immortals.

However, after this battle, the original 43 Yan Immortals were reduced by 20.

The Yan Immortal, who was the leader, almost had his neck cut off by Jian Wushuang.

“Your Excellency, please retreat…”

This time, the vulgar Yan Immortal did not finish his sentence. He looked at the Invisible Sword in his chest with his eyes wide open.

Jian Wushuang did not stop after killing him. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed down with 3,000 Sword Intents.

The older Yan Immortal’s shocked eyes were filled with anger. Then, he shook his arms and the space around him suddenly changed. At this moment, it seemed to reflect a diamond-shaped seven-colored light, which was beautiful and fierce.

At the same time, there were needle-like lights emerging from each diamond-shaped brilliance and all of them rushed toward Jian Wushuang.

It all happened so fast that Jian Wushuang could not dodge in time. Almost 1,000 rays of reflected light passed through his body!

The indescribable pain of being cut seemed to have also shredded his consciousness.

However, this only stopped Jian Wushuang for a moment. The Invisible Sword in his hand, due to inertia, finally hit the shoulder of the mature Yan Immortal.

With a ‘swish’ sound, the sharp Sword Intent almost cut him in half.

He let out a blood-curdling screech as his shoulder blades shattered into pieces, and divine blood gushed out.

Jian Wushuang retreated at the same time. He clutched his chest and divine blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

After coming to the Great Yan Domain, he had already cut off his mortal past. All his Ancestor fate energy and divine power had been returned to the Divine Power Universe, so he did not have the so-called Immortal Source.

It was precisely because he did not have the most important Immortal Source that he managed to escape.

He had a feeling that the mature Yan Immortal’s move could destroy any Immortal Source.

The older Yan Immortal, who was also heavily injured, staggered back. The Yan energy that was surging around him dimmed.

Perhaps it was due to Yan power’s rapid dissipation, the mature Yan Immortal’s face began to change rapidly.

The rather mature and square ordinary face disappeared and was replaced by a handsome face full of heroic spirit.

After seeing the face clearly, Jian Wushuang’s eyes became serious.

That face belonged to none other than the Third Prince, Prince Yu, who had participated in the fight for the Immortal Peach in Zhen Wuyang’s Heavenly Realm.

However, his sudden arrival was obviously beyond Jian Wushuang’s imagination.

As the Third Prince of Zhen Wuyang, how could he appear here at this time?