The purple meaning of Hongmeng was broken and turned into billions of tassels and disappeared from nothingness.

The Mo Qing Sword slashed without diminishing its momentum, and directly slashed towards Yu Yao.

The indescribable horror shocked her. She almost didn't think about it, so she blocked the Hongmeng real sword in her hand in front of her.

"bite--!"

The crisp and pleasant sword sound was fleeting and disappeared completely in an instant.

The Hongmeng purple mind was completely broken, and the Mo Qing Sword Slash was not seen, and everything seemed to have never appeared.

But the next moment, Yu Yao's long hair broke in her left ear, and the Hongmeng real sword that lies in front of her quietly broke into two pieces from the tip of the sword!

With a sword as strong as it forced a quasi-emperor to this point!

Yu Yao was completely shocked, she couldn't believe it. Why did the guy who was easily wiped out by her before now give her a feeling of incomprehensibility?

Heiyun, who was running away for the sake of his life, naturally took this scene into his eyes. Seeing that Yu Yao was almost crushed, he couldn't help but smile happily.

But when he turned his head, he was shocked to find that the road ahead was blocked by a kind of ink-green barrier!

The barrier was extremely tough, like layers of ink-green feathers, and it was extremely strange.

A wisp of cold sweat flowed out from his temples, and he suddenly realized that Jian Wushuang had no intention of letting them leave alive at the moment of his attack.

With a sword breaking the sword, Jian Wushuang at this moment, his eyes were completely replaced by ink green, and his entire body exuded a powerful momentum.

He used the Six Crow Emperor to stay in his divine thoughts, and the last one of the six emperors’ luck.

The surging power of the Emperor's fortune of the Six Crow Emperor has poured into the immortal body.

Thanks to the strange characteristics of the immortal body, Jian Wushuang can almost perfectly absorb and match any emperor's fortune and exert all power.

The previous luck of Emperor Zhenwu and the current luck of Emperor Six Crows were fully utilized in his body.

This is so terrifying that even Jian Wushuang can't explain it clearly. He is only a peak Yanxian, but now he can fight with the quasi-emperor...

Come back to his senses from the shock, Yu Yao looked at him with a complicated expression.

Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense to her. Even if a guy who set up such a vicious plan to make all the Yanxian who followed her die, even if he became a quasi-emperor, he would only have one ending.

die!

Holding the Mo Qing Long Sword, at this moment, thousands of sword intents were all united.

Unparalleled sword path, the sword intent of the galaxy, lakes and seas, the second form.

river.

The towering river of heaven flows out from the eternal silence and nothingness, and billions of sword intent condense into each other, becoming a super sword river.

Unlike before, this time the Jian River and the Sea without a ridge are full of death, cold and desolation.

It's like it flows from eternity and never extinguishes.

This sword has surpassed the realm and cannot be said.

And Yu Yao finally understood why Heiyun begged for mercy and ran away.

Because, this sword has too many variables.

Before he could think, Yu Yao directly moved out of the Hongmeng Immortal Formation, and at the same time, a Hongmeng Purple Spear broke into her hand!

Tit-for-tat, a tiny hint has appeared!

The towering Mianhei Tianhe swept over, and the entire Hongmeng Immortal Formation was instantly swallowed.

Yu Yao, who was in the center of the immortal formation, only felt darkness in her eyes, and there was no other color.

A scene that made her even more unbelievable appeared. This Hongmeng Immortal Formation, which was so strong that even the Black Cloud could not break, actually broke countless fine cracks in the moment of collision.

Broken in just a moment!

The Hunhei Jianhe roared, completely tore the Hongmeng Immortal Formation and devoured Yu Yao.

Yu Yao could no longer remain calm, holding the Breaking Hongmeng Purple Spear, and stabbed the sword river with the spear tip.

In an instant, the crazy rushing sword river was divided into two halves from the middle.

Yu Yao, who was in the middle of the tide of Jianhe River, had a slightly trembling figure.

The sword river seemed endless, swallowing her divine thoughts little by little.

She struggled to support her, and her arms holding the spear trembled even more violently.

Just as Yu Yao was about to retreat desperately, the Endless Sword River suddenly dissipated.

However, without waiting for her to breathe a sigh of relief, at the end of the Jian River, Jian Wushuang held the Mo Qing Long Sword in his hand, and appeared quietly like a ghost!

With a sword in front of him, Yu Yao subconsciously raised the Hongmeng Purple Spear to resist.

The Hongmeng Purple Spear, which could be destroyed by the Chaos of Black Clouds, seemed to have lost its charm and become vulnerable at this moment.

The tip of the sword easily shatters the spear tip and the forward stab is unabated.

The entire Hongmeng purple spear exploded inch by inch, and together with Yu Yao's right arm holding the spear.

"Puff!"

A very subtle voice resounded, and then everything was gone.

She felt a burst of unbearable pain in the immortal body, and then looked down.

A long sword of Mo Qing pierced from the right rib and penetrated the entire immortal body.

Divine blood gushed out of the wound and spilled into the void.

The imperial suit was broken, and her entire right arm disappeared.

Under this stunning sword, Yu Yao was defeated.

An incredible look still appeared in her eyes, and divine blood flowed out of her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.

Jian Wushuang took a step back, his eyes still cold.

"For, why, how did you do it, you are just a Yanxian..."

Yu Yao said in pain, and she felt that the luck of the emperor in the immortal body was dissipating rapidly.

Jian Wushuang didn't answer her, her eyes still looked contemptuous.

Immediately afterwards, a cry that seemed to come from the nine heavens resounded.

"Cry——"

Then, behind Jian Wushuang, a huge totem composed of the breath of ink and blue appeared.

The totem is huge and full of supreme pressure, and only a chasing bird is depicted in the entire totem.

The chasing bird was like a flowing cloud, ink-blue color, with hexagonal horns on its head, and covered with thousands of feathers. It was singing with its head held high, full of supreme pressure.

With the appearance of this huge totem, Jian Wushuang's immortal body revealed an aura that had never appeared before.

Yu Yao's eyes suddenly widened and her body staggered back.

She knew very clearly what that breath represented, and it was because of this that she was shocked.

That's the luck of the emperor!

A Yanxian actually has the luck of an emperor?!

After a long time, she said bitterly, "Why do you have the luck of the Emperor?"

Jian Wushuang did not answer, but said indifferently, "Is it my move, or are you solving it yourself?"

Yu Yao was stunned, but she already knew what Jian Wushuang meant.

Relatively speechless, she already knew that everything was powerless to turn things around.

Just one sword broke his immortal body, and Yu Yao couldn't think of how to resist.

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. The luck of the Emperor I'm extremely eager for in the end has given me such a result."

She shed tears, and her fairy body withered to the extreme at this moment.

"I regret it."

"If I had known today, why did you come?" Jian Wushuang said this to her rarely.
Chapter completed!