Legend of Swordsman

Rumble! "

Nearly a thousand star monks rushing forward were dodged, and were instantly crushed into blood mist by the giant claws thrown from the broken void.

The fire came, and the phoenix fire, like the sacrifice of the cheekbones, just burned along with the imaginary force emitted by each Xu Shi.

For a time, the extraterritorial battlefield turned into a fire domain.

Behind that giant phoenix covering the sky, tens of thousands of Phoenix descendants rushed to the battlefield!

Each handsome young man was naked, vibrating the fire wings behind him, and rushed to the virtual camp.

With the appearance of the dragon that seemed to be born with heaven, tens of thousands of dragon descendants rushed to the battlefield!

The proud and proud Shenghua of the Dragons spreads the shattered sky, and each of the Dragon's descendants is at the top of their feet, rushing into the army of Xu Shi with a steady pace!

A one-sided situation emerged, with nearly 20 invincible Supremes entering the Dragon clan, and more than 20 invincible Extremes entering the Phoenix clan.

The power of the most ancient blood in the divine universe is unparalleled.

In the same realm, there are no advantages at all in the Six Marks and the Traces.

Seeing this scene, even the calm and calm Jian Wushuang, his eyes were reddish.

King Jiujia also moistened his eyes and laughed loudly.

Bloody Supreme and Giant Axe Tianyin are all tears.

Lan Lan smiled slightly, and then fainted in the cold arms.

Qi Tingqi, a total of two people, gave a strong hug. At this moment, those dragon and phoenixes who are almost vengeful don't seem to be so annoying.

Aihong is everywhere, and even the six-marked virtual lords are rapidly dying under the attack of Fengqi, the ancestor of the Feng tribe and Longdi Linhe.

The two fused bodies were trembling at this moment, and the fury would almost ignite him.

He paid an almost unbearable price for this war, the death of nearly a thousand traces of virtual respect, the demise of nearly fifty six traces of virtual respect, and the burial of hundreds of thousands of starred virtual priests.

As a great protector, he wanted to destroy Jian Wushuang and took off his head as a gift for the return of the virtual god.

But everything is wrong!

This outpost failed from the moment the dragon and phoenix joined.

In his mind, the expressive eyes that swallowed the tissues before leaving were reappeared.

He finally understood Yi Yan's eyes, but everything was late.

"Bite one, I will kill you." The irresistible violent anger vented, and then shouted the word retreat.

All the soldiers who fought hard in the fire domain eventually fled hurriedly, leaving more than 200,000 wreckages.

This battle of tragedy also ended with the joining of the Dragon and Phoenix clan.

Looking at the permanently irreparable broken void, and the countless broken arms, everyone was silent.

A tear embodying all emotions of Jian Wushuang, finally fell into the dark void.

"Master of the Warriors Palace, we won, we won ..." Bloodwave Supreme whispered softly.

Jian Wushuang said nothing in silence, watching the countless corpses covered with void burst out.

The Dragon Emperor Linhe, who turned into a humanoid figure, carried more than 10,000 Dragon descendants, and Shen Bu came to the front of the sword without double sides.

He stopped talking and eventually arched, "Wu Shuang Gong Zhu, the Dragons are late."

Feng Qi, the ancestor of the Feng tribe, took a stunned glance at the Emperor of the River Lin, and also brought more than 10,000 sons and daughters of the Feng tribe.

After returning from the loss, Jian Wushuang slowly shook his head. "No, none of you have come late. The main sword of the Palace of Life Jing Wushuang is here. Thank you to the two races, and you will be rewarded today."

On the battlefield outside the territory, there are only a few people remaining in the Shrine of Life, while solemnly arching their hands.

"Everyone is lucky, follow me to rest in the base camp for a while." Jian Wushuang barely squeezed a smile.

Linhe Longdi and Feng ancestors promised.

Then the Blood Pond Supreme was responsible for picking up and welcoming more than 20,000 dragons and phoenixes into the base camp.

Qi Tingqi, two brothers in total, also had complicated eyes after seeing the figure of Linhe Longdi.

Sure enough, as his father guessed, he did not die. Qi listened silently, and returned to the base camp with his team.

Life shrine disciples in the base camp were also severely damaged. There were originally more than 9,000 shrine disciples. At this moment, there are only less than four thousand. If it is not for the protection of the old barrier, I am afraid this During the war, all the temples of life will fall.

Utilizing the power of good fortune, Jian Wushuang opened a dormitory that was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people behind the Giant Hall.

In the cold and dead domain, Jian Wushuang took a black mountain and carried his body back to the extraterrestrial battlefield.

He carved it out with a Tailored Excalibur, and eventually cut that Montenegro into a monument.

It was a monument without words.

There is no handwriting on the monument, and it can reflect the figure cleanly.

After carving this monument without words, Jian Wushuang set it up not far from the base camp.

Then, sitting cross-legged in front of the wordless monument.

There is only Lao Zun behind Jian Wushuang. He did not bring anyone out. Lao Zun is like his shadow. He will never take the initiative to speak, but will stand silently behind him.

For ten days in a row, Jian Wushuang did not change any posture, and the insignificant inscriptions reflected his and Lao Zun's motionless bodies.

The King of Nine Calamities, Supreme Bloodwave Supreme, Great Axe Supreme, and Heavenly Supreme Supreme, came to Wuzi Stele in turn in these days and stood behind Jian Wushuang.

In front of the giant palace, Linhe Longdi looked at it all, and some things in his heart were firmly unconsciously.

Behind the Linhe Dragon Emperor, two calm bodies stood side by side.

Secret Voice came into the ears of his two cages.

"Remember what I said. To this day, until my death, I will always make an alliance with the Temple of Life. It belongs to us, and he will never forget us."

The two calm figures did not hesitate and promised.

And Fengqi, the ancestor of the Feng tribe standing with the emperor Linhe Longwww ~ www.readwn.com ~ has both fear and anger.

"Damn it, this old thing, it really isn't dead yet."

The Kirin tribe is weak in the base camp, and there are only two brothers of Kirin Qi, so they can't see or bother. The two brothers can't keep their eyes closed and concentrate on healing the injury.

After more than one month like this, Jian Wushuang sitting in front of Wuzibei slowly opened his eyes.

The meaning of the wordless tablet is known to everyone, but no one flinched. As early as the moment when he stood still in front of the wordless tablet, everyone was dead, fighting endlessly.

Maybe time will go back, the universe will reincarnate, and even if everything is done will be swallowed up by the unknown that is so long as to die, but they are not afraid.

Maybe one day all of them will lie under the inscription, but they are not afraid.

What they are most afraid of is that after living or dying, all the people of the Divine Universe will lie under this inscription.

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