Legend of Swordsman

(The first is more!)

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On the fifth floor, there is a huge hall, just like the palace in the dynasty. It is solemn and solemn. The orbs are glowing with faint blue light, hanging on the hall, which illuminates the hall somewhat mysteriously and hazy.

Sword Wu looked straight to the deepest part of the hall, his eyes flashing.

There, there is a huge throne!

A figure wearing a dark gold and black robe was sitting quietly on the throne.

The figure lowered his head, and the dark black hair of his legs was scattered on the ground, making it hard to see his face.

Under this throne, there are still six corpses exposed in frightened faces, with open mouths.

"this is?!!!"

Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank, his right hand was turned over, and an ancient sheepskin roll appeared.

Jian Wushuang lowered his head and looked up at the sheepskin roll. On this sheepskin roll, there were seven human faces on the front page, which were portraits of the King of the Wind 10,000 years ago.

Jian Wushuang put away the sheepskin roll and looked again at the six dry corpses under the throne.

These six dead corpses are the six team members who followed the chasing after the wind king ten thousand years ago and came to this Taro ruins!

Jian Wushuang looked at this scene, and for some reason, a strong cold chill surged in his heart.

Instinctively, Jian Wushuang intends to step back.

Click, click.

But at this moment, the figure in the purple and black robe sitting on the throne slowly raised his head.

In an instant, Jian Wushuang's sweat and fur all stood up, and an extremely scary thrill came from his heart. This thrill was like a man's back, and Jian Wushuang felt like he was facing death.

On the throne, the figure slowly raised his head, revealing an old face.

When Jian Wushuang saw this face, his pupils suddenly shrank,

This face, he could not be more familiar, it is one of the goals of their visit to Tailuo Ruins, King of Wind!

"King of the wind, you are not dead?" Jian Wushuang surprised.

"Yeah, how could I be dead?" The King of the Wind said with a hoarse voice, smirking.

Jian Wushuang sank in his heart, somehow, this chasing the wind king gave him an extremely weird feeling.

He stepped back a few steps, preparing to send a message back to the Temple of Life, to convey the news that the King of the Wind was still alive.

However, the result of this rumor was to make Jian Wushuang's face slightly changed.

Summing has stopped!

Here is like an invisible force, completely cut off the communication between him and the palace of life.

"My child, are you afraid? Why step back?" The King of the Wind looked at Jian Wushuang with a strange expression.

"Child?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

This title should obviously not be the title of the King of the Wind.

And he also found that while the King of the Wind was speaking, there was a vaguely invisible power over him. This kind of power was mild and desirable, as if it really came from his father.

"Nothing !!"

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He can now be absolutely sure that something happened to the King of Wind!

"King of the wind, what's going on with them?" Jian Wushuang slightly pointed his jaw, pointed at his six dry corpses under his chin, and asked lightly.

"They? Who knows?" The King of the Wind shook his head, then stared straight at Jian Wushuang, his voice muffled, "My child, come here quickly, I don't like to talk across this distance."

Jian Wushuang heard his face expressionless, but he couldn't help but sneer.

Just as he was about to step out of the gate of the palace, a cold snoring sounded suddenly from the door.

Immediately after, Jian Wushuang saw Qing Xuzi and strode in.

"Huh? Is anyone else here?" Qing Xuzi saw the King of the Wind sitting on the throne, and raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"Here is another one." On the throne, the King of Wind saw the stepping Qing Xuzi, and immediately laughed lowly.

Vaguely, carefully paying attention to the sword of Warrior King Wushuang, it seems to see a smile and greed hidden in the smile of Warrior King.

"Old guy, what are you laughing at?" Qing Xuzi looked cold, and then he snorted, and then Feng Feng turned: "Old guy, I ask you, do you know how to get the things in this hall?"

The King of Winds heard the words and smiled slightly, "You want?"

"Crap, I don't want me to ask you what?" Qing Xuzi answered with a smirk.

"Okay, boy, come here, I'll tell you." The chasing wind king smiled more and more kindly.

However, the anxiety in Jian Wushuang's heart grew stronger.

"Pretend to be a ghost." Qing Xuzi also had a hint of vigilance in his heart. He took a closer look at the King of the Wind in front of him. Although the feeling of the King of the Wind was very strange, he could see that the King of the Wind did not seem to have anything strength.

After a moment of groaning, Qing Xuzi raised his head again, "You can't make any waves."

Qing Xuzi slowly walked towards the King of Wind.

"Yeah ... that's it, boy, you just walked over ... I'll tell you how to get the treasure here." The voice of the King of the Wind revealed a deep desire, even the lips because Excited, looked a little trembling.

Slap.

Qing Xuzi stepped in front of the King of the Wind, looked down at him condescendingly, and said with anger: "Say, how can you get the treasure here?"

"Okay, you lower your head closer, and I'll tell you right away." The King of the Wind's voice revealed a strange magic.

Qing Xuzi's complexion changed slightly, but before he took any action, he saw that the king of the wind raised his hand suddenly and pressed it towards his head.

Qing Xuzi wanted to avoid, but found in horror that his movement was obstructed by an invisible obstacle, which eventually led him to fail to hide. The palm of the King of the Wind was still pressed on his skull.

Suddenly, countless blood and divine power were sucked out along the arm of the King of the Wind, and quickly entered the body of the King of the Wind.

Qing Xuzi's body dried up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, making a terrible scream.

Huh!

Qing Xuzi tremblingly held the scary cicada sword on his waist, and swept up fiercely.

Huh!

However, ~ www.readwn.com ~ This amazing cicada sword that is enough to cut through the sky was just caught by the king of the wind and gently grasping it.

Later, in Qing Xuzi's horrified eyes, the scared cicada sword was opened by the King of the Wind and ate it inch by inch.

Click, click, click.

Just a few breaths away, this amazing cicada sword disappeared into the mouth of the king of the wind.

Slap.

Qing Xuzi fell to the ground, and the whole man turned into a dead body, still holding a huge terror on his face.

A generation of **** sons, the invincible existence of the ultimate master, died!

"Hehehehe ~~~"

The King of the Wind released his hand and let out a low, weird smile, which was extremely strange.