Legend of Swordsman

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They all drowned in the Tianhe, passed out, and seemed unable to wake up for a short time.

Sitting on the back of Azure Ox, the little boy stared at them and let out another faint sigh.

After that, he reached out his little hand and touched Azure Ox’s neck.

There is a black silver collar.

He took off the collar around Azure Ox’s neck, and then waved to Xiaodijun.

The collar shrank in the wind, and when it fell by Xiao Dijun’s side, it had become the size of a bracelet, and it was placed between his wrists.

After all this was done, the little boy stopped staying anymore, and with his legs clamped into the belly of the cow, he folds and swims into the Tianhe.

Everything is dead again.

I don’t know how long it took, Chang Ling, who was lying on the shore, woke up first, a pair of beautiful eyes full of lingering panic.

When she saw that she had been out of danger and went ashore, she put out a long breath.

“Well, the Great Emperor?”

At this moment, Xiao Dijun was lying on her side, his handsome and enchanting face was stained with blood, which added a bit of coldness, loneliness, and weakness.

Chang Ling swallowed subconsciously, then stretched out his slender palm, preparing to put him in a comfortable position.

But when her palm was about to meet Xiao Dijun, he suddenly opened his eyes.

With her eyes facing each other, Chang Ling’s face turned red, and she quickly retracted her palm, “No, it’s not what you think…”

Looking at her coldly, Xiaodijun stood up on the ground, and said solemnly, “Recognize your position. You are just a candidate for heavenly officials. Don’t do anything out of the ordinary.”

Chang Ling startled, humiliated deep in the bottom of her eyes, and water filled her eyes.

No matter what she was, Xiao Dijun got up and swept directly into the depths of the great barren mountain.

The barren mountain is silent, standing like a demon god.

For some reason, Xiao Dijun suddenly had a strong and familiar intuition. That intuition could not be said, but it made his heartbeat speed up.

In the dark, he realized that he was getting closer.

The barren mountains are full of clouds and clouds are piled up.

He has never been so anxious at this moment, even if the immortal physique is still on the verge of breaking, he will go forward with all his strength.

One barren hill was left behind, but there were more barren hills in front of you, covering everything.

“Wushuang, Jian Wushuang ——”

He simply screamed, his voice circled in the barren mountains.

As if sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, Divine Soul has fallen into the ethereal forever. On the top of Divine Mountain in the center, a figure that is imprisoned by tens of thousands of Qi Luck chains slowly opens. Item.

His eyes, Chaos, are dark red, like endless years of sleep, full of desolation and ancient silence.

He heard familiar voices and familiar names.

“Jian Wushuang-this name, why do I have a familiar feeling?”

The figure bound by the chain is confused and confused. He feels that the divine sense in his mind is fragmented, the memories are fragmented, and everything is only vaguely remembered.

But at the next moment, the situation receded.

Along with the appearance of a thin body covered in blood, his broken divine sense memory began to vibrate violently.

“None, Wushuang!!!”

His figure trembled, almost on the verge of collapse, but firmly standing in the sky, his true eyes are all incredible.

Furthermore, Chang Ling, who rushed to the scene later, gave a secret cry when she saw this scene, and her eyes were incredible.

This scene is too shocking and too depressing.

On the top of the clouded Divine Mountain, nearly ten thousand black gold chains containing Supreme luck, hanging from in the sky, firmly bound a figure.

Fortune and luck are intertwined, making him imprisoned in many barren mountains.

Four eyes faced each other, and the corners of Xiao Dijun’s eyes trembled slightly.

Then he didn’t pause anymore, and he swept forward directly.

However, at the same time, nearly ten thousand chains have bloomed in this brief moment simultaneously, which has actually cut off all external forces.

Standing outside the barrier, Xiaodijun slammed his fist on the barrier, trying to break it open.

Jian Wushuang, who was trapped by the chain of luck, looked towards him again and asked, “Who are you?”

His figure was shocked, only disbelief was left in his eyes, “You don’t remember me?!”

Jian Wushuang’s eyes flashed with painful blankness. The divine sense memory in his mind had become fragmented during that battle.

So, although he still retains his memory, it has become fragmented and cannot be connected together at all.

Faced with Xiaodijun, he only had an impression, but he couldn’t recognize it at all.

“You, are you my old friend?”

The corner of Xiaodijun’s eyes trembled slightly, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, “Why don’t you remember me?”

Chang Ling also came to the barrier and looked at Jian Wushuang who was imprisoned by countless chains. She also thought of the Jian Wushuang who was struggling in the imperial dojo and struggling to frustrate Qingshan.

Comparing the two, the situation is miserable.

Only shock and sadness remained in her eyes.

Jian Wushuang stopped talking, Chaos’s dark red real eyes slowly closed.

The chain of luck that bound him was made up of the avenue of emperor’s luck, and it was impossible to break it.

Besides the barrier, the little Emperor, who is less than ten steps away from him, has his eyes gradually firm.

“I’ll take you away.” He only said this, and then he tried his best to smash the barrier.

Chang Pei’s soft sword has been lost. He simply turned his palm into a fist and smashed it with one punch.

But with the power of evolving immortals, how can it be possible to destroy the emperor’s luck?

divine blood splashed, and his palm was already broken in another strike this time.

And Chang Ling can’t bear to watch anymore, and wants to strike barrier together.

“fuck off!” Xiaodijun screamed in anger, looking towards her with only cold eyes.

She clenched her silver teeth and finally backed away sadly.

Drinking back Chang Ling, he continued to strike barrier, as if he didn’t know the pain and didn’t get tired.

But his strength, before the emperor’s luck, was too insignificant, and he didn’t even leave a trace.

“Give it up, you can’t break it.” Jian Wushuang said slowly, without waves in his eyes.

“hong long long!”

The last punch fell, the fist bones were directly broken, the fairy bone stubble broke through the skin, and the hideousness was exposed.

The divine blood is dripping and dripping into the void.

Xiao Dijun’s entire right fist was shattered, but it was expressionless.

The divine blood gurgled along his palm, and then quietly gathered in his wrist.

In an instant, the black silver bracelet bloomed with warmth and radiance, and the dusty lines on it were soaked by divine blood one after another, thus lighting up.

The lines are like a barren mountain with a sea of ​​clouds and a sea of ​​sudden waves. They are magnificent and cannot be looked at directly.

Under the infiltration of Xiaodijun’s divine blood, the lines were completely unsealed, and the entire black silver bracelet became dark red.

Then it detached from the wrist and soared into the void.

The inexhaustible radiance, like the purest and ultimate tassel, spills over the top of Divine Mountain.

It seems hopeful that the ancient big clock will ring from the four fields, and the huge sound is heavy, making the divine sense clear.