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Chapter 4720

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One of the Derived Immortals could not retreat in time and was crushed into powder by the World of Power Heavenly Gate, his Immortal Source shattered.

The battlefield that was filled with intense fighting immediately became empty. Over ten Derived Immortals all looked at Jian Wushuang vigilantly.

To think that the amount of power contained within such a mysterious ability was actually so vast.

On the other side, Chen Qing was on a killing spree. Every attack was enough to severely injure a few Derived Immortals who dared to charge forward.

But even so, the Derived Immortals under the young Emperor were still exhausted.

Twenty against forty, how could they be a match?

Without the help of the three Emperors, Jian Wushuang would at most be undefeated against a few Derived Immortals. But there were no less than ten of them surrounding him.

He alone attracted one-fourth of the firepower, he was extremely depressed.

"Be a good boy and give me your head. I'll make sure you suffer less!" A powerful Derivative Force Waterfall smashed toward Jian Wushuang.

The longsword in his hand turned and tore apart the attack. Jian Wushuang smiled in disdain. "You shameful trash, do you have the ability to take my head?"

The Derived Immortal leader's expression turned cold. Then, he waved his hands, and a total of eleven Derived Immortals attacked together. A sky-covering light that seemed to carry the power of the entire void pressed down.

Jian Wushuang's gaze was serious. He first raised a Developing Power Waterfall to block it, then he raised his sword and pierced forward.

Absolute Sword!

One sword was equivalent to a hundred thousand swords, breaking the surface with a single point!

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of flowing lights shot up. Jian Wushuang held his longsword and advanced courageously.

The sky-covering light was split into two from the middle and was quickly dissipating.

And Jian Wushuang was also extremely uncomfortable. The combined attack of the eleven Derived Immortals was not something he could withstand. Being in the middle of it, the surface of his skin seemed to be burning.

"Brother Jian, let me help you!" With a low shout, Spring and Autumn controlled the eight arms to rush over. The eight giant arms followed Jian Wushuang into the sky-covering light.

Jian Wushuang felt his body relax, and the light in front of his eyes dissipated.

Chun Qiu came before him and quickly said in a low voice, "Brother Jian, let's retreat. There are forty Derived Immortals. If we continue to be in a stalemate, we will definitely die!"

"You can't leave." Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He had his own set of principles. If he left without a care, it would be a disaster for Chen Qing, the young Emperor Lord, and the others.

Retreating without a fight was a blow to their morale.

No matter what, he could not retreat today.

Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand to block the incoming attack. He turned around and pushed Spring and Autumn into the protective circle.

He was merely at the Ancestor Realm. Even if he had eight arms and furious eyes, he would be killed by the Derived Immortal's attack if he was not careful.

The only thing Jian Wushuang could do now was to protect her as much as possible.

Derived Immortals were constantly dying. Such a powerful existence could destroy the world with a flip of his hand, let alone the battle of almost sixty Derived Immortals.

The void was torn apart, and the worlds that were slightly closer were also affected, collapsing continuously.

Almost a hundred Ancestor Realm cultivators were all killed in the beginning. The Derived Immortals that the young Emperor Lord brought were also decreasing rapidly.

They were already at the end of their rope. Even if Chen Qing's Derived Power was at the peak, he was still weak in the face of so many Derived Immortals.

A Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent was released, barely blocking the Derived Immortals that pounced again. Jian Wushuang and the others were already surrounded.

Now, there were only eight Derived Immortals left beside the young Emperor Lord.

Chen Qing's right arm that was holding the sword was covered in wounds. Especially on his right rib, the wounds were a ghastly sight.

These wounds caused by Derived Immortals of the same level were very difficult to heal in a short period of time. It also meant that his combat power would decrease to a certain extent.

Looking at the twenty-five or twenty-six Derived Immortals, the hearts of Jian Wushuang and the others sank.

"Young Emperor Lord, I will stay behind to cover the rear. You all return to the Six Heavens Realm. Don't go to the Heavenly Court again." Chen Qing said softly, "Only by living can you continue to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

"Brother Jian, I'll leave the young Emperor Lord's safety to you." He looked at Jian Wushuang and said.

Before Jian Wushuang could speak, the young Emperor Lord said coldly, "Chen Qing, when did I need you to decide my matters?"

Chen Qing was anxious, "But young Emperor Lord, if you don't leave now, you really won't be able to leave!"

"As the Successor Emperor, I must go to the Heavenly Court. Even if I die on the way, I cannot change it." The young Emperor Lord's voice was indifferent, his eyes were filled with the will to die.

"Heh, Successor Emperor. A piece of trash that can only cultivate continuously and cannot attain Dao dares to call himself a Successor Emperor?" A feminine Derived Immortal at the front sneered disdainfully. The twenty over Derived Immortals behind him also laughed loudly at this moment.

"Young Master, leave it to me." The skinny purple-robed man lowered his head slightly. The moment he took a step forward, he was pulled back by the young Emperor Lord.

"Let the piece of trash that he spoke of send him on his way." His voice was indifferent, but it carried a heavy aura that swept over.

In the next moment, the killing began again!

A domain filled with a gloomy color spread out. The young Emperor Lord was inside it, as if he had truly become an Emperor Lord that controlled an area.

"Whoever kills Young Master Yan will be heavily rewarded!" That feminine Derived Immortal was not afraid. Instead, he smiled malevolently. His figure was like a ghost as he charged directly at the young Emperor Lord.

Jian Wushuang's sword pierced through the shoulder blade of one of the Derived Immortals. With a low shout, the Heaven Covering Spreading Force smashed forward.

The terrifying power of the Heaven Gate Extreme Attainment once again suppressed and sealed.

However, the Derived Immortals who had already experienced how terrifying it was all worked together to block it. Under Jian Wushuang's full force attack, there were actually no casualties!

Jian Wushuang's heart sank fiercely. However, he still raised the invisible sword and charged forward.

All kinds of Spreading Force Divine Abilities bombarded his body. Even his Indestructible Divine Body began to be injured.

The young Emperor Lord released his domain and reached out to destroy a Derived Immortal. However, he was immediately intercepted by the other Derived Immortals.

Chen Qing and the rest were also barely able to protect themselves.

Shocking wounds began to appear on everyone's body.

Just as this fierce battle was about to end with Jian Wushuang and the rest being completely surrounded and killed, a monstrous spreading force suddenly came from the boundless void.

Jian Wushuang almost instinctively pulled the young Emperor Lord in front of him and abruptly retreated.

Clang!

A terrifying slash that could easily shatter the void seemed to have the power to split the heavens and the earth. Billions of miles of the void were split open by this attack.

Almost at the same time as they retreated, the slash that appeared out of nowhere and carried a destructive aura came crushing down from the sky.

More than ten Derived Immortals could not dodge in time. Their bodies were immediately turned into fine powder, and their Immortal Sources turned into nothingness.

This terrifying and shocking sword strike directly plowed out a gully that was billions of miles long in the void!

Dead silence, extreme dead silence. All the Derived Immortals who were lucky enough to survive were stunned at this moment.

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