Legend of Swordsman

If the little emperor dies in this siege, then the promise between the two of them will be countless, and he will be alone, looking for everything hidden behind the mist.

Various thoughts flooded into my heart, Jian Wushuang did not make any statement.

At this moment, all the top repairs in this day's city had already escaped. The vast city was so dead that there was only breathing.

Nearly a thousand body shapes came from all directions, with a sense of killing in prudence.

The strength of the mutual connection turned into the strongest prison cage, covering the entire sky city.

The little emperor was very calm, standing in the same place, his hands were fast and fast, and he was correcting the dress of the luxury, and then tightened the jade belt around his waist, and pulled out a slender soft sword.

This was the first time Jian Wushuang saw him shot, a unique and lonely breath surging.

Immediately thereafter, Xiaodijun lifted the soft sword in his hand and did not hesitate to cut off the long hair from his back to his waist.

All the half-steps with no trace of body shape, the eyes with Sen Leng's indecision still unabated.

"It's your intention to let you know the whereabouts of this seat, but if you want this life, see if you have that qualification."

The little emperor's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and the long hair cut in his hand fell to the ground.

The silent death battle begins quietly!

With a sword out, the supremacy is like a thundering dragon rushing towards the nearest black robe.

Some of the weaker ones were strangled on the spot by the sword spirit that Yanli transformed into.

Holding the slender soft sword, the little emperor entered the unmanned state, and at the same time as the sword was cut out, another palm came out.

But it was just a few minutes, and dozens of ancestors fell into his hands.

But when the nearly fifteen Yanxian surrounded them, the little emperor who had the upper hand, immediately fell off.

At most, he is the peak of Yanxian, how can he resist the fifteen tricks of Yanxian who are also Yanxian?

With one finger, the waist and abdomen were centered, and the little emperor stepped back half a step, and a flush of red appeared on both sides of the cheek.

The extravagant clothes were torn and there was a trace of blood overflowing.

At the same time, fifteen Yanxian, fifteen Daoyanyan forces combined, shot at the little emperor.

At this moment of life and death, Jian Wushuang shot, including the palm of the surging sword, directly passed him and faced forward!

The polar day flashed over, and the layers of shock waves made the ancestors unable to act in the blasted center.

Take one enemy fifteen!

Jian Wu took a step back without double weight, completely offsetting the fifteen Yan Xian's combined efforts.

The little emperor's eyes widened, and he looked at him with some meaning.

"I don't want to die, I try my best to kill here." Jian Wushuang did not look back, his voice low.

The little emperor heard the words and smiled slightly, "understand."

Fifteen Yan Xian who were also repelled glanced at each other, and ran forward again, encircling the three with a more violent Yan force than before.

Jian Wushuang apparently did not want to fight a protracted battle. In order to cause more extensive damage in the first time, he directly released the ancestral power world gate.

The sky-covering giant finger broke through the cage barrier on the sky dome, like thousands of suns falling.

All black robe people feel a strong sense of crisis and try to avoid it.

However, when the Quanjie Tianmen was completely released, there were hundreds of ancestors who tried to resist, and they died on the spot and turned into powder!

Even the pavilions in the sky city are under this style, and a gap has been wiped out.

With the dissipation of the Tianmen Gate of the Power Realm, a more majestic horror kendo pours out, turning into a long sword of kendo!

Some ancestors died on the spot, and even a black robe Yan Xian was accidentally cut off half of the **** body.

The little emperor is located on the side of Jian Wushuang's body, and in the extravagant clothes, he easily grabs any ancestor who comes forward.

Three pairs of thousands, this is impossible and crazy.

Although the ancestors can't do much damage to Jianwushuang and Xiaodijun, but with their attracted damage, the fifteen Yanxian still caused great trouble to the two.

A sword lured the first immortal who approached first, Jian Wushuang directly released the vast sword, and barely separated them.

At the same time, more than ten purple robes rushed to death from a distance.

"Little Emperor, the big companion is late." The thin and small Zipao directly swung his arms away from the ancestors, blocking him in front of him.

"Not late, just came," Xiaodijun smiled, "and rush out with me!"

At the end of the speech, the vigorous vigorous force rose up and swept across the field!

Spring and Autumn are struggling to support, but he is an ancestor. Without the protection of Jian Wushuang, I am afraid that he would have been strangled as a fan.

Unwilling to be reconciled to this, he reached out and took out the eight-arm colored pottery previously given to him by Jian Wushuang.

The eight-armed colored pottery rose in the hands of Spring and Autumn in the hands of the storm, but in an instant, it grew into a shocking eight-armed arrogant Luohan.

"It's done!" Chunqiu smiled excitedly, and he didn't dare to underestimate the terrifying strength of his eight-armed anger.

The full-formed eight-armed anger is almost at the same level as the whirling ancestor of the whirling sky.

For some reason, the whirling ancestor was far beyond the peak of Yanxian, and reached a more profound and profound state.

And this eight-armed angry eyes has naturally exceeded the peak of Yanxian, and has reached a certain unknown level.

Looking at this almost ugly figure, all black robe people stopped subconsciously for a moment.

It was at this moment that a total of eight black gold palms fell towards the ground with an unstoppable momentum.

"Boom!"

Because Yan Xian was unable to dodge, the source was crushed and crushed on the spot, and the ancestors even disappeared, turning into a layer of nourishment and absorbed by the eight arms.

"Brother Jian, let's go!" Chunqiu turned around and screamed angrily, "It would be too late to go again!"

Jian Wushuang nodded his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ reached out to call out Tianmen's ulterior motives, striving for an opportunity to escape.

The giant palm covering the sky, which was made up of thousands of gods and soldiers, descended from the heavenly gate and fell to the ground in a covering manner.

A group of Yanxian who had already known its power directly dispersed in a tacit manner, and their bodies rushed in all directions, blocking the retreat of several people in due course.

The Huamang subsided, and there are still thousands of black robes in the shape of the deep sea, which makes people breathless.

One of the black robe Yanxian took a step forward, pointed to the little emperor, and then urn said, "Leave him behind, any of you can leave this place, I will never stop."

Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang, with some urgency in his eyes. For him, it was obviously very good to be able to see the death of the enemy by siege.

But without waiting for the sword Wushuang to open, the thin purple robe took the first step and slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing an old cheek covered with scars of the gully. At this level, even your master can't help it, let alone all of you. "

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