Legend of Swordsman

Wearing a Confucian shirt to hunt with the wind, Qi Ting looked indifferently to the False God. At this moment, he was like the King of Qilin, releasing the power of the ancestor to Yang.

False God's gaze condensed, the supreme divine power of this middle-aged man surging all over his body, it is a ancestor!

When did the divine universe have another ancestor class besides the Eternal God?

He was not allowed to think at all, and Jian Wushuang's sword, which was extremely sharp in the world, fell to his head!

In ten years, he was promoted to Banzu.

Only Jian Wushuang knows how grand the enlightenment he has gained.

The unrestrained freedom in Cangwu Taichung has finally laid the way for Jianwushuang to become a ancestor of all things.

Jian Wushuang, who has been constrained by pressure and has grown up to the present, all he wants is guardianship.

It was also the premature perception that had penetrated his own way, and everything was so natural that he went straight to the ancestor.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehujianjian.

The second form, river.

The infinite swordsmanship condenses into a long river of sword waterfalls, the most ordinary and the most powerful form, which lays the framework for the entire Wushuang Kendo.

The vast and powerful sword spectrum flows up the river, facing the deity ancestor!

Looking at the opponent who had been like a ants in the past, the sword was released, and it was faint that he felt a little throbbing at the moment.

The imaginary **** waved his sleeves, and the celestial demon **** ancestor behind him roared, waving two giant arms full of chains to deal with it!

The two are opposite, the sword waterfall is roaring and roaring, directly crushing and destroying the two arms of the demon ancestor, and then the castration is unabated, just like a thousand swords hanging in the sky.

At this moment, both the divine universe and the imaginary universe were shocked.

With the power of half ancestor, break the ancestral magic phase!

The growth of Jian Wushuang has completely surpassed everyone's imagination. Even the blood wave supreme closest to Jian Wushuang is incredible.

The heavenly demon ancestor mourned, and a huge amount of virtual force spewed out of his mouth, and countless vertical and horizontal sword intentions completely penetrated his body surface, which was completely dimmed.

False God took a step back, and he looked at the figure in disbelief. It was only a decade away. The ants that could be eliminated with a wave of hand turned into what they are today.

Without giving the Xushen any breathing opportunity, Jian Wushuang held his **** in the right hand together to outline a vast sword.

With an invisible sword, a tangible trend emerges.

He has no sword in his hand, but a sword in his heart.

The vast swords are intertwined with each other like a dense net, and they walk towards the virtual god.

Qi Ting followed, he smiled slightly, and behind him came the Kirin treasure phase, which turned into the power of the countless Dao Yang to strangle the army of Xu Shi.

The power belonging to the ancestor level has long been beyond the reach of the venerable venerable master. As soon as the power of the unicorn to the sun came out, the venerable venerable master who stepped into the divine universe was 300,000.

The destructive power of the ancestors is too terrible, everything is born and died, and even the half ancestors can only drink on the spot.

The millions of troops that came out of the virtual universe were wiped out in more than half in just a moment.

And just as Qi Ting was about to make another shot, since the cracks of that day, a horrible existence came out again.

The emperor's crown above his head, dressed in black Jinhua costume, is like a dark master, come here!

His appearance made Qi Ting vigilant.

However, the Emperor's gaze did not stay beside him from beginning to end, but looked at Lao Zun.

"You did not die!" With unwilling suppression of anger, resounded through the entire battlefield outside the territory.

Lao Zun looked calm and looked at Emperor Yan with a touch of disdain. "Just like you, you want to kill me?"

A short sentence directly ignited the Emperor's Emperor, the nothingness quaked, and eight real shadows emerged from behind him.

"I can hit you once, and I can hit you a second time, waiting for the devouring of this king!"

The eight real shadows are different in color, but their faces are exactly the same as the old ones.

Just like the sudden darkness, each of them has a real shadow of ancestor-level strength and gallops.

Qi Ting couldn't help it, and directly turned the thick Zhiyang Divine Power into a barrier of enchantment in front of the monk army.

"Boom!"

The combined effort of the eight Daozhenyings easily tore the Qiyang Divine Power of Qiting, and went straight to the old deity.

That terrifying and terrifying power, even Qiting began to palpitate.

Is that hard-to-understand terrorist power really a ancestral power?

On the other side, Jian Wushuang, who approached the False God with just one palm, seemed much easier.

He seemed to be a fairy in the sky of Yunye He, and every blow that seemed to be fluttering was enough to cause serious damage to the virtual god.

The False God, who could have shot him to death with a single palm, could only resist under the endless offensive at the moment.

Probing with one finger, the invisible sword intention suddenly pierced the left shoulder of the virtual god.

The blood of the ancestors fell, and his face was rueful.

"The most erroneous decision I made was to let go of your life!"

As soon as the words came out, Jian Wushuang's calm state of mind trembles, "What are you talking about?"

False God's eyes were cold, "I didn't expect that in just ten years, you would grow to the point where you are today. If I knew that, I would definitely wipe you out!"

Suddenly, the final scenes of that catastrophe battle ten years ago all came to mind.

Jian Wushuang finally understood why he and Lao Zun were able to survive. It turned out that the virtual god's devastating blow pushed him away from him at the moment of the explosion.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Why do you do that?"

False God smiled coldly, "There will be a reasonable concern behind all unreasonable things, but I am still wrong."

"To make up for the mistakes I made, I will completely destroy you today."

With the sound of a deep voice, the body of the virtual **** wrapped in black mist ~ www.readwn.com ~ instantly lit up endless mysterious runes.

Jian Wushuang only felt that a great terror between life and death surged into his heart. He almost turned sideways by instinct, and escaped several chains looted from the body of the virtual god.

And the clothes on the left shoulder slightly touching the chain began to break quickly.

Missed by one blow, the chain returned to the body, and the false gods with mysterious runes flashed in his eyes, with the fiery flame in his eyes, and he looked at Jianwushuang from a distance.

Virtual God, who almost carried the entire virtual universe with luck, was terrified at the moment, even Jian Wushuang felt a life-and-death crisis when facing him.

"The destruction of the Divine Power Universe is a foregone conclusion. Your appearance is only to add the last sadness to the Divine Power Universe. I will remember you, but you must die in my hands."

False God's eyes were scorching, and after finishing this last sentence, he no longer intended to speak.

Since his innumerable mysterious runes gradually sublimated into the void, condensed into a strange array.

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