Legend of Swordsman

"It's too fast, he's too fast!"

"He must be limited in speed, otherwise our attacks will not reach him at all."

One of the first tragedies of Da Beizong.

Long Zishan looked at Yu Aoqing, "Master Aoqing."

"Leave it to me." Yu Aoqing's face was still cold, but she had an extra gray spar exuding a strange smell in her hands.

This gray spar is filled with surging gray energy, and as Yu Aoqing's divine power evokes, buzzing ~~~ an endless gray mist sweeps out instantly.

The speed of these gray mists is extremely fast, and the range is even wider. In the blink of an eye, the whole world is enveloped, and Jian Wushuang is instantly caught in the gray mist.

Immediately as soon as he was caught in the gray mist, a great force oppressed him.

"Is this feeling a domain treasure?" Jian Wushuang couldn't help but glance at the gray spar, but followed him slightly and shook his head.

"It is true that domain treasures are not fake, but the level is very low, at most it is just an ordinary land treasure." Jian Wushuang muttered.

Domain-like treasures, whether in the chaotic world of the last life or the early world of this world, are very rare and precious.

Such treasures are generally difficult to obtain. Although Yu Aoqing is the top genius in Wusha Wasteland, she is still only a chaos god. She can bring out a domain treasure and it is very good. I want her to take it extravagantly. I am afraid that it will be unrealistic to display high-level domain treasures.

"If you look at this treasure in the field alone, I'm afraid I can't limit my speed." Jian Wushuang smiled.

"A single treasure is certainly not enough, but what about this?" Yu Aoqing whispered, and a dark air flow swept across her instantly.

In the blink of an eye, it also covered the sky, perfectly combined with the gray mist.

At the moment of the combination, the pressure on Jian Wushuang's body immediately increased greatly.

"Oh, mystery?" Jian Wushuang looked.

The gray mist was released by the gray spar and the treasure.

However, these black airflows that are now appearing are purely transformed by Yu Aoqing with her own divine power, which is obviously a good field-type secret.

The perfect combination of the two results in a geometric multiplication.

Huh!

The sword has no double body swooping, but only two simple swipes, his complexion has changed.

"My speed has been limited by almost 50%?" Jian Wushuang was a little surprised.

The speed has been reduced by 50%, which is equivalent to a direct doubling.

"Hum, if you blame, you blame yourself for being too low and not powerful enough. If you changed to a first-class demon with good strength, I would be able to suppress 30% of my speed at most." Yu Aoqing stared at the sword. Wushuang, said coldly.

"His speed has been restricted, which is equivalent to breaking his wings. Next, he will die without doubt, kill!" Long Zishan was as angry as the rainbow, the purple light on his body exploded, and the purple cyclone at his feet soared again.

Wow ~~~ The bright purple light is coming.

Long Zishan appeared like a **** of his own in front of the two sides of the sword, and the spear in his hand burst into a dazzling purple light.

"Purple Thunder Light Gun!"

The spear in Long Zishan's hand directly stabbed.

After a while, the sky seemed to be pierced directly.

Jian Wushuang frowned, and his speed was limited. He could not rely on the speed to avoid this gun. He could only choose to face the sword with the sword.

But under a head-on collision ...

Jian Wu's double figure slammed straight back and blasted away.

"Haha, sure enough, no matter how you get on, it's just a chaotic state. In the end, the strength of the divine power is far inferior to that of the first-class demon. As long as you limit your speed, you cannot make your speed and swordplay play. , Head to head, you are not my opponent at all. "Long Zishan laughed heartily.

Yu Aoqing next to him and the four first-class gods that formed the four-element array also showed surprise, and immediately immediately shot and slayed the sword unparalleled.

Under the extremely limited speed, Jian Wushuang's weird and terrible swordsmanship was also difficult to play, and it was completely suppressed by a few people in the Great Tragedy for a time.

boom! boom! boom!

The war is still erupting.

Near the battlefield, a large number of talented disciples from various sects gathered there, staring closely at the battle.

Among the crowd, a pitiful girl in red, who looked extremely weak, crouched there.

"Red Luo."

The voice remembered that the girl in red couldn't help looking at the side, but saw the two figures rushing towards him side by side.

"Oh, Magic Chen, Huoyan, it's you two." The girl in the red dress looked strange, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Of course." The gentle young man in a white robe smiled.

This young man is named Huanchen, and is one of the twelve little kings, just like Huojiao and Hongluo.

Among them, fire salamanders came in tenth place.

Hong Luo ranked fifth.

The most terrible thing is this magical day. He ranked second among the twelve little kings, ranking higher than Long Zishan.

In Wusha Wasteland, this magical Chen has always been regarded as the genius second only to Tu Qiancheng.

This time the tomb of the saint is opened, because Tu Qiancheng has broken through to reach the peak of the demon and never entered the tomb of the saint, then under normal circumstances, this magical Chen should be the strongest of the disciples of the saint's tomb, but unfortunately, because of the emergence of the sword Sword His edge has been completely stolen by Jian Wushuang.

"Hong Luo ~ www.readwn.com ~ You don't want to stay here all the time, and watch the people of Da Beizong slay the sword Wushuang, but they get the seat sign in Jian Wu's hands and he Head, go for a bounty? "Hunchen smiled.

"I had this intention, wouldn't it?" Hong Luo said indifferently.

"It's not impossible, but it's a pity that this sword Wushuang made too much trouble in the saint's tomb this time. The offending ancestors are countless, and those ancestors offered him rewards. It seems that it is even higher than before. If anyone can kill him, the benefit will be much greater than a seat sign. "Magic Chen said.

"Magic Chen, just say anything, don't go around like this." Hong Luo was a little impatient.

After Fang Chen stunned, she laughed afterwards: "Then I will speak straight. I have already discussed with Huo Yan. Several people who will wait for the Great Tragedy will force Jian Wushuang to Jian Wushuang. I will go ahead and take the first step. Beheaded, this is not just the seat sign in his hand, but also the reward of his skull, but it is ours, but after all, it is the prey from the great tragic sect. With Huo Yan, the lineup is still a little worse. "

"So we came to you."