Legend of Swordsman

Deficiency is like a mist, falling from that ancient array.

As soon as this vast and strange formation came out, both the Supreme and the Void, felt that the power in their own bodies had weakened to a certain level.

It is that even Wushuang Fei feels the divine power in his body and is depressed by an unknown force.

The virtual force spread out, the vast array above the virtual god's head, countless chains emerged from his body, with a breath of destruction, scattered in all directions.

The Patriarch Patriarch White Ape only felt that a crisis of life and death was coming. He almost subconsciously pushed the overlord hundreds of meters away.

The chain with ancestral power easily pierced through the ape of the white ape, and even with the spirit of the soul was about to die.

"Ancestor!" The overlord wanted to rush over, but stopped drinking more than the white ape, "Don't come here!"

There was blood in his mouth, and the white ape's figure was quickly turning into powder. He looked at the overlord's eyes full of reluctance. "Live well, wait for you to win, and take the old man back!"

At the end of the speech, the white ape sprinted into the army of Xu Shi at the last moment of nirvana.

"boom!"

The magnificent martyrdom ripped a crack through the army, and the six-spotted virtual virgins fell into the accident with a slight accident.

Qi Ting shot, covered by the power of the Sun, and then reluctantly repelled the chain that was coming to the sky.

The sword has no two sides to sink like water, and no longer cares whether the imaginary **** has changed or not, directly condenses the invisible sword and slashes towards him.

The vast sword ascends, and the sword-like streamer is like the Tianhe covering the False God.

There was a loud grin resounding, and then the two giant palms covering the sky directly separated the Jianhe River, and at the same time a huge head of a demon ancestor's ancestors could not help biting the sword.

He couldn't escape, and the whole figure was swallowed by the demon ancestor.

Looking into the eyes, the endless black mist trapped his entire person in the belly like a chain. This devil ancestor ancestor established its own rules and ate the sword Wushuang's divine power at a very fast speed.

The demon ancestor closed his mouth in satisfaction, and then lay prone behind the virtual god.

Feeling the weaker struggle within the ancestors, the False God finally let go of his heart. He looked not far away, where Qi Ting had already manipulated the power of Zhiyang.

The same as the ancestor-level breath, so that the False God dare not carelessly.

"Spit out the master of Wushuang Palace!" Qi Ting looked ashen blue, "otherwise I would blame this seat to kill you on the spot!"

Like hearing the best jokes in the world, Xu Shen sneered, "I don't quite understand that you have become an ancestor, why should you care about this little half-ancestor?"

There was a flash of light in Qi Ting's eyes, and then he no longer spoke, waving his arm, and a Qilin Baoxiang, who was surrounded by the power of the sun, roared and attacked the False God.

Seeing the demon ancestor behind him, he directly waved two giant arms and smashed it against Qilin.

There was a huge tremor on the battlefield, and the light wave generated by the collision of the virtual force and the divine power will illuminate the extremely dark.

False God and Qiting each took a step back, and when the Qilin treasure phase finally dissipated, he severely broke the arm of the demon ancestor.

"Release the Master of Wushuang Palace, otherwise the next broken arm will not be your ancestor's arm." Qi Ting said in a low voice.

The False God didn't speak, just as he was about to start again, the demon **** ancestor behind him suddenly shuddered.

At the next moment, a long river of swords and waterfalls rushed out through the body, exploding the entire head that covered the gods and gods.

At the same time, a figure floating around the body with a **** pattern came out of the sword.

The Tailuo Excalibur pointed at the earth diagonally, and the sword Wushuang proudly looked at the Void God, then lifted the Tailuo Excalibur and hacked it.

This sword is unstoppable!

The demon **** ancestors shattered directly, and the false **** raised his hand to resist.

Qi Ting saw that Jian Wushuang was intact, and was overjoyed, manipulating Zhiyang Divine Power to roar the False God.

This blow destroyed even the nothingness, like a black hole that engulfed everything, absorbing any divine and imaginary forces scattered in the universe.

All the supreme and vain slayers who are fighting are looking at this scene in shock.

When the light dissipated, in the collapsed void, the left arm was destroyed, the chest cavity opened a miserable virtual god, and he slowly took a step forward.

Supreme supremacy dissipated, and he couldn't even continue to repair his broken body.

Jian Wushuang lifted his sword, and looked deep into his eyes.

If in the last holocaust battle, the False God hurt the killer, then he and Lao Zun absolutely had no hope of surviving.

But in the end, he somehow released them from the emperor's hands.

No one spoke first, even though the body was mostly broken, the False God remained upright, and the Yin Yiwei in his eyes never changed.

"I just want to ask a word, obviously we are dead enemies, why did you let us go?" Jian Wushuang did not take the next step, questioning the virtual **** with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"There is no reason. The occurrence of this scene today is caused by my own hand. My biggest mistake is to underestimate your growth." Xu Shen looked at Jian Wushuang, saying one by one, "Your terrible Growth is far beyond my expectations. "

Without talking, Jian Wushuang already understood a little bit, why did the False God give him his life, but everything has already happened, and no one can change.

An invisible sword wrapped around the red gold **** pattern emerged from his hand. The sword was unparalleled. "You should know the next situation, I can't kill you."

The calm face of the False God raised the corner of his mouth, "My life is not so good, even if it came."

Jian Wushuang is also calm and abnormal. If he pulls his neck to kill, then he is not a false god.

Incarnation of the sword intention, the infinite kendo Changhong is like a river, swooping towards the virtual **** in a flash.

"No!"

The Emperor Biting Emperor, who was being haunted by Lao Zun, screamed loudly. He wanted to help Jianwushuang, but he couldn't let go. He could only watch Jianwushuang's sword as if he had entered the unmanned realm, and pierced the False God.

"Poof—"

A sound of gold iron into the meat resounds ~ www.readwn.com ~ The unrivaled river of kendo, poured into the chest of the virtual god, destroying his ancestral source.

Without any dodge, he stood at the same place and let the Wushuang's long sword pierce.

Jian Wushuang was shocked in his heart. If the False God fights hard to resist, then the best situation is that the False God dies and he is seriously injured.

But the virtual **** did not resist, but after the sword of Wushuang's long sword pierced his body, he extended his hand to grasp the blade and pushed it forward.

The monstrous imaginary power collapsed, and the avenue belonging to the imaginary **** was irreversibly collapsed.

Supreme luck began to overflow from his body, and fed back to the virtual universe through the cracks of the day.

All the venerable masters who are fighting desperately feel that the imaginary **** is about to die, and all look desperately at the imaginary god.

"Jian Mushuang, I'm lucky to destroy my ancestors, I just want to ask you something."

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