Legend of Swordsman

The years have passed, and Yundao Palace has been talking about kendo for 100,000 years.

Peach blossoms are still there, and the little monsters of that year have already appeared.

The two under the tree never seemed tired, and even the peach blossom branch above the peach tree was about to be refracted.

"Don't hit it, my hair is almost gone." This sentence became Taoxian's mantra, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

Broken branches have already piled up two hills.

One of the plain shirts, Kendo changed the restrained and implicit for more than 100,000 years, just like the ultimate sword made by the edge, every attack is extremely fierce.

Another black shirt shape, his swordsmanship also changed from the opening and closing of hundreds of thousands of years ago, just like the sword hidden in the room, every time he attacked, it became as heavy as water.

They are already learning from each other!

When the last sword of the black shirt body pushed the front sword of the plain shirt body, this 100,000-year theory was the last thing to do.

"Don't fight anymore, this seat is tired." Ding Baiyi stretched out a lazy waist, threw the peach blossom branch in his hand to Jian Wushuang, and lay back on the roof of Shenge.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and after throwing the branch to Taoxian, he also leapt to the top of the eaves.

Looking at Yunjuan Yunshu in front of him, he asked, "Why did you kill me at the beginning?"

Ding Baiyi said comfortably, "Trusted by others, it is so simple."

The next sword Wushuang was even more puzzled, "I just didn't intend to enter that day Yanhuan, and before I could do anything, I planted the enemy family?"

Ding Baiyi heard the words and looked at him, "In that wild land, the little emperor's cronies, but died in your hands?"

Jian Wushuang just wanted to refute, suddenly thought back to something, and then stunned, "Is the few guys I killed at the time, a strong force in Dayanhuan?"

Ding Baiyi pouted, "That kind of inferior cronies, it's all right to kill a hundred, but what happened afterwards was the key that led me to take your life."

"When you left Dayanhuan, did you let go of a blue luan?"

Jian Mushuang said, "It seems that he let go of one ..."

"Then you know that the Qingluan is the emperor? You let go of the emperor!" Ding Baiyi didn't have a good air.

"I didn't know anything at the time. It was purely that she begged me for help. I didn't have anything to do with what happened next." Jian Wushuang hurriedly said.

"You guys." Ding Baiyi shook his head helplessly, and then stopped talking.

He tentatively said, "Don't you plan to kill me?"

"Too lazy to kill, this seat is suddenly not interested." Ding Baiyi lazily said, "Again, if you kill you now, wouldn't it be invincible?"

"Then if you don't kill me, what should you tell me when you go back, you are not afraid of what little emperor found?"

Ding Baiyi sneered disdainfully, "I only wanted to give back to his emperor's past gratitude. I said killing is killing. Who dares to refute?"

Looking at the domineering side leakage, Jian Mushuang laughed aloud, "So when I have the power of a battle, let's try again?"

He adjusted a comfortable posture, "Even if one day, I will certainly cut you under the sword with my own hand, to use my sword."

"But that day, I'm afraid I will never come." Ding Baiyi finished his last sentence and slept.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, swept down the pavilion, and returned to the Yunxiao Palace.

After sleeping for 100 years in the Shenge, Ding Baiyi was ready to leave.

Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun sent him to Luodu Star Field.

In front of Chaos Spring, Jian Wushuang waved his hand to wipe the seal from the eyes of Chaos Spring, and the majestic eccentric energy poured out like a hole in the sky.

Ding Baiyi, who is still a plain shirt, stands in front of the vast energy.

No one spoke, Ding Baiyi walked forward slowly. After dozens of steps, he slowly turned his head to look at Jian Wushuang, and then walked forward.

"Ding Baiyi." Jian Wushuang shouted loudly, and then threw an object forward.

Ding Baiyi reached back without catching his head, it was a peach branch.

"I'll never see you again." The palm that clasped the peach blossom branch gently waved, and the back body shape disappeared into the vast energy and disappeared completely.

Waving his hands to re-seal the chaotic spring eyes, Jian Wushuang looked at Lao Zun, "Lao Zun, you said that Ding Baiyi entered the turbulent flow at that time, is it okay?"

"Naturally, no mistakes can be made in his realm, at most a little uncomfortable." Lao Zun replied.

Jian Mushuang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm going to take another Shashen again, and now I can finally calm down and settle the liquidation."

Lao Zun didn't speak, and walked smoothly behind Jian Wushuang.

Yunxiao Palace.

At the moment, in the vast hall, only Jian Wushuang and the old statue sat side by side. On the case in front of them, he was trapped by the divine power with a dark light.

That is a source of cost to the Emperor, and it is also a mud tire.

"Old Master, is there a way to destroy it?" Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice.

Lao Zun nodded, stretched out his palm with his hand, and stamped it on the light ~ www.readwn.com ~ runes with ruinous meaning rose up, and several wisps of misty black smoke surged, and finally completely Dissipated, and never left a trace.

"In this way, then the Emperor of the Blessed Emperor really died out?"

Lao Zun nodded.

Jian Wushuang was relieved, and then he raised his chin with his hand and wondered, "What is it? Mud tire, what is it? Qi Ting does not hesitate to wipe out the heavenly path, and seduce thousands of monks to condense, that even the emperor also has mud tires?"

"The mud tire, in general, is actually the obsession of the past, the practice of the world, all of my own perceptions, collectively these aspects." Lao Zun explained, "and want to enter the realm of the Great Yanhuan by himself. One step is to cut off the past of the world. "

"Qi Ting wanted to enter that Dayan Huan at that time?" Jian Wushuang stunned.

Lao Zun said, "This possibility is not ruled out, but if you remove the mud tire from yourself, even if you enter the realm of Yan Xian, you will also be hit hard, so he will lure so many monks to use it as his mud tire."

"Originally," Jian Wushuang nodded. "Now both internal and external chaos are settled, and it is time to re-enter the virtual universe."

The elder nodded, "I'll take another 100,000 years, I need to adjust my interest rate for a while."

After several days of analysis, Lao Zun withdrew from Yunxiao Palace and returned to his residence.

Standing in the vast square, Jian Wushuang directly adjusted her breath.

Now that the phagocytosis has disappeared even with the emperor, the imaginary universe has opened its doors completely.

Jian Wushuang's last thing to do is to completely eliminate the nightmare that exists for the divine universe!