Legend of Swordsman

After three months.

The space fleet of the Temple of Life gradually broke away from the bustling and came to the far north of the universe.

The temperature plummeted at the cliff-like speed, and a thick layer of frost was deposited on the entire deck of the spacecraft.

In front of it is a cold and lonely starry sky. Nine galaxy-like galaxies hover quietly in front of it, exuding a icy cold.

Of the nine restricted areas, the three dragons, dragons, and unicorns already accounted for three of them, plus the tyrants of the tyrants and the descendants of the dark demons occupied two, leaving only four restricted areas.

Guming Cave and the Tombs of the Gods have long been eliminated by Jian Wushuang in their expectations.

Therefore, there are only two choices: the emperor's ancestral site and the sad land.

Jian Wushuang looked at the two restricted areas, his eyes flashed, and he began to think carefully.

These two forbidden grounds were formed before the universe was opened, and no one can know what is inside them.

Therefore, the degree of danger does not make any difference to Jian Wushuang.

"Palace, I think it would be better for us to go to the emperor's site."

Bloodwave Supreme said aside.

"Oh why?"

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrow and asked.

Bloodwave Supreme heard a smile, shook his head and replied, "I don't know. There is a sense of intuition in it. It feels like this emperor's ancestral site seems to have an opportunity to make a difference."

"Well, then go to the emperor's site."

Jian Wushuang heard the words for a moment, then said dumbly.

The spacecraft made a roar and headed towards the emperor's ancestral site.

Just when the spacecraft was about to reach the entrance of the galaxy leading to the ruins of the emperor's ancestors, an ordinary disciple in the universe of the Life Shrine fleet suddenly fell to the ground with a stunned noise, his stomach turned up, and his mouth vomited.

Vomit ~~! !! !!

puff!

Suddenly, countless pieces of flesh and blood were spit out from the disciple's mouth, including a finger-sized black corpse.

"Brother Makino, what's wrong with you?"

"What is this?"

Suddenly, many disciples next to this disciple were startled, looked at him, there was a turmoil.

Now about to enter the emperor's ancestral site, all the disciples are tense, holding their breath and being tense.

The sudden vision suddenly panicked them.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Jian Wushuang frowned and looked back.

I saw that the corpse jumped on the deck, and suddenly turned into a black rush, piercing the galaxy where the emperor's site was located.

The nine forbidden areas are all small worlds developed independently, and the entrance to the passage is the center of the galaxy.

At the moment, in the center of the galaxy at the site of the emperor's ancestor, a back wearing a black suit stood with his hand on his back, stepping on a meteorite, hunting in his clothes, the whole man was full of indifference.

call out.

The corpse fell on the shoulder of the black back, and then slid into the body along the gap of the collar.

Jian Wushuang watched this scene, his brows gradually frowned.

This back gives him a familiar feeling.

next moment.

The back of the black man turned slowly, his gaze looked at Jian Wushuang, and he spit out two words without expression:

"Mist double."

As the voice fell, the back of the black man's face also emerged from the shadow.

This person, he is the emperor of the refining gods, eight desolate lords!

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang's heart sank and his pupils shrank.

How did this person appear here?

I saw Ba Huangxu staring at Jian Wushuang indifferently, and said, "Fog Shuang, I will be here, didn't think of it? As early as your one, disguised as the Red Whale Gang leader, mixed into the 87th place. When there was a crack, the seat was faintly aware of it. After the war began, the seat finally confirmed that it was you. "

Jian Wushuang heard nothing and did not answer.

To this day, he can already guess that the reason why the Eight Deserted Emperors appeared here must be when the war began. The Eight Deserted Emperors secretly put down a corpse and followed him while he was not paying attention. Track.

"What's wrong?"

"Who is this person?"

Behind the sword Wushuang, there was a shock.

Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signalling the disciples of the Palace of Life to be quiet, immediately raised his head, stared directly at Bahuang Xuozun, and said calmly:

"Yabaraki, what do you want now?"

"What do I want?"

Bahuang Xunzun heard a cold snorting sound, a sudden anger on his face, angrily:

"Mist Shuang, this seat thinks that you are not thin. You killed the elders and sons of Godscythe. This seat has not been held accountable. This seat has also personally sent you to the position of the Lord of the Refining God, making you a pinnacle of peaks, which should be for you This seat has a lot of it, all given to you, but how did you cultivate Shenzong to me? Do you still remember Elder Moose Wind? How did he treat you in the first place? He did everything to protect you in front of this seat! "

"I refined Shenzong, who has treated you badly?"

"How about you, set the whole refining gods and disregard, betray the empty universe, this seat asks you, can you feel a bit of guilt?"

In the end, the sound of Bahuang Xunzun sounded like a thunder, banging, deafening.

Jian Wushuang heard a word of silence for a second or two, and after a short while, took a deep breath and replied:

"Sorry."

The Lord of the Refining God heard a cold snorting sound, his eyes flickered, and he replied:

"Mist Shuang, now that the Divine Power Universe has been defeated, and there is no possibility of a comeback, this seat will finally give you a chance ~ www.readwn.com ~ As long as you cast away the dark and cast the light and kill all the people behind you, you will forgive you For all the previous actions, you are still my new lord of refining the Sect, how about it? "

As soon as this remark came to an end, the master of the refining **** stared at Jian Wushuang as closely as possible, as long as Jian Wushuang dared to say the word 'rejected', he immediately started his hands.

Jian Wushuang heard the words expressionless, and slowly held the hilt of the Tai Luo Divine Sword.

"Eight shortages, it's useless to say more, one battle."

This remark already represents the answer of Jian Wushuang.

"Stubbornly stupid!"

Bahuang Xunzun snorted coldly, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Mist Shuang, then you will be buried with Divine Universe!"

boom!

Suddenly, Bahuang Xuzun stepped on his feet, and the meteorite at the bottom of the foot shattered instantly.

And his whole person has turned into a streamer, bursting towards the sword unparalleled!

The momentum of the six-mark vanity was released all the way, just like the raging sea and the smashing waves.

"Extreme blood, I stopped him, and you brought the disciples of life to the tragedy."

Jian Wu's eyes narrowed and he pulled the sword out of the sheath.

After saying this, Jian Wushuang directly turned into a practising swordman that runs through the world, and killed towards the Eight Desolate Deities!

Eight wastelands, six marks, and the divine universe are invincible supreme!

This is the sword incomparable, the first time invincible to the enemy!

"Fu Jun!"

Seeing cold like frost, his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to rush out.

Alas.

A big hand caught the frosty cuff.

The bloodwave Supreme expression was dignified, and he shook his head, "Mrs. Palace, we can't intervene in this battle. Staying here will only drag the Palace. Listen to the Palace, let's go to the land of tragedy."

The voice dropped, and Bloodwave Supreme directly manipulated the spacecraft, turned the bow, and a roar shot toward the sad and sorrowful land next to the emperor's ancestral site.