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Chapter 4702

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Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated. He raised his palm, and the Unparalleled Derivation Force surged out.

The terrifying power that could even annihilate a Derived Immortal turned into an unparalleled pillar of light that soared into the sky and ruthlessly bombarded the descending giant black-gold palm.

However, an unbelievable scene appeared.

The two collided, and the explosion produced thousands of flowing lights that scattered. However, the giant black-gold palm merely trembled. Not only was it not damaged, but it also became more solid.

"Retreat!" Jian Wushuang's gaze focused, and his figure rapidly retreated. Chun Qiu and the others also instantly moved, using all their strength to escape the range of the black-gold palm.

Five cultivators with slightly weaker cultivations were smashed to death on the spot, and their vast Derivational Energy was completely absorbed.

The ground sank a thousand feet, and a deep chasm was torn open.

The bald arhat standing on top of the lotus platform grinned sinisterly. As his figure moved, the eight-armed and glaring arhat behind him also moved the clouds. It was faintly discernible in the cramped clouds, giving off an indescribably eerie and strange feeling.

The two heads, one black and one white, then released four pillars of light from their eye sockets.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand and cast a barrier, covering everyone within. Then, he held the invisible sword in his hand and flew up. He stepped on the pillar of light and headed straight for the lotus platform in the sky.

The bald arhat's gaze focused, and he waved his palm to release layers of Eight Trigrams. The eight-armed and glaring glaring arhat behind him also opened its huge mouth at the same time, sucking in all the energy that escaped outside.

Even Jian Wushuang felt that the derivation force around him was being swallowed.

"Junior with a foul mouth, obediently accept your head." The bald arhat laughed strangely. His arms waved wildly, and countless Eight Trigrams were blasted out again.

Jian Wushuang stepped on the pillar of light, and guided the invisible sword with one hand, piercing forward.

It was another Absolute Sword!

A hundred thousand swords merged into one. There was no gaudy radiance that leaked out, but it made people not dare to look directly at it.

Even the sky was torn apart by this attack.

The Absolute Sword seemed to have entered an unstoppable realm, and it instantly broke through the layers of Eight Trigrams. Then, it pierced toward the bald arhat without slowing down.

Because everything happened too fast, so fast that the bald Arhat didn't even have time to react before the Absolute Sword hit him on the left side of his face.

Divine blood gushed out, and a complete left ear fell on the lotus throne.

This was a blatant humiliation!

The bald Arhat recovered from his disbelief. The repeated humiliation had driven him crazy.

Ignoring the wound on his head, he took another step forward. Behind him, the eight arms raised at the same time and smashed towards Jian Wushuang!

A total of eight boundless forces blotted out the sky and covered the entire Whirling Sky.

Jian Wushuang had a serious look in his eyes. Judging from the several confrontations, this bald arhat who called himself Old Ancestor Po Suo was still at the peak of the Derived Immortal Realm. However, the derivation power he displayed showed signs of a breakthrough. Especially the strange eight-armed, glaring elephant behind him, it made him surpass Old Ancestor Po Suo and vaguely reached an unknown realm.

The terrifying power shook the heavens and the earth. Chun Qiu and the others had already activated the derivation barrier in order to deal with this disaster.

As for Jian Wushuang, he originally wanted to open the Yang Bowl and let the three Imperial Emperors participate in the battle. However, there were still more than twenty small Imperial Emperors present. If he hastily let the three Imperial Emperors out, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

After quickly dispelling this thought, Jian Wushuang's mind moved, and a Heavenly Gate Extreme Attainment appeared.

The sky-covering giant palm formed by the essence of thousands of divine weapons surged, and like the sun, it collided with the eight giant black-gold palms.

Layers of ripples from the explosion swept up from the center point, and in an instant, the clouds that shrouded the entire Whirling Sky were swept away. At the same time, monstrous waves were stirred up on the surface of the sea.

In this unimaginable explosion, even Derived Immortals couldn't escape unscathed. Even Chun Qiu and the others, who were far away from the battle, felt their hearts palpitate intensely.

Jian Wushuang took half a step back, and the Heavenly Gate Extreme Attainment finally dissipated. However, although the eight giant black-gold palms had dimmed to the extreme, they still existed, and their power didn't decrease as they approached him!

At the moment of imminent peril, an ethereal but incomparably tough derivation force turned into layers of enchantments, blocking Jian Wushuang's head. It actually caused the eight giant black-gold palms to be unable to move an inch forward.

At the same time, a skinny purple robe appeared behind him and said two words with a buzzing voice, "Go."

Jian Wushuang understood tacitly and immediately leaped away, turning into the sharpest arrow and shooting toward the bald arhat.

Thousands of rays of light condensed in Jian Wushuang's palm. Almost before the bald Arhat could react, they had already surrounded him, covering the sky and covering the earth.

A hint of panic flashed across the bald arhat's face. He hurriedly waved his hands and abandoned the lotus platform, sitting on the palms behind him with eight arms glaring at him.

Jian Wushuang rushed over and smashed the lotus platform with his foot. His eyes were as calm as water as he looked at the bald arhat.

The ear that had been cut off by the sword had already grown back, but after being humiliated so many times, his heart was still filled with resentment.

Even if the bald arhat now understood that he had kicked a tough one, he could no longer turn back under the control of his mind!

As long as he could completely devour it, he would definitely be able to take that step!

Thinking of this, the bald arhat's eyes flashed. He looked at Jian Wushuang with a sneer and said, "Stinky junior, if you are willing to kneel down and kowtow to me three times today, I will let bygones be bygones and let you leave Hasa Heaven safely. How about it?"

Jian Wushuang was extremely calm and sneered, "With your mediocre Cultivation Method, you think you are worthy of making me kneel down? If you kowtow to me three hundred times, I can consider leaving your corpse intact. "

"Arrogant brat, I will sit here today and see what you can do to me." The bald arhat stood up and stood in the center of the eight-armed palm and shouted loudly.

Without any doubt, Jian Wushuang rushed forward with his sword and a vast sword intent slashed forward. However, the bald arhat did not dodge and used his body to block the attack.

The sword intent swept out and directly cut off one of the bald arhat's arms.

Then, he hugged his arm and cried out in pain. His body subconsciously retreated, obviously trying to escape!

Jian Wushuang did not want to miss such a good opportunity. He directly stepped into the air and was ready to kill him.

With the skinny purple-robed man, Zheng Ying, and the others facing the eight-armed palm, Jian Wushuang could go all out to chase after the bald arhat.

Having one of his arms cut off, the bald arhat seemed to be scared out of his wits. He moved forward in a panic and his speed was a little slow.

In just a few breaths, Jian Wushuang had already arrived behind him and directly slashed down with his sword.

Suddenly, an arm grew out of the bald arhat's back and caught the sword.

"Heh heh heh …"

A strange sound rang out. On the back of the bald arhat's head, which only had a few strands of hair left, an ugly monstrous face appeared. The huge pancake lips could not help but pounce on Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang felt a chill in his heart and immediately raised his sword and stabbed it into the monstrous mouth.

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