Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang seems to always look like everything is in his chest, and he is impatient. From the perspective of Xiaodijun, it seems that everyone around him is not like him, and he is a maverick.

The invisible sword sprang up quietly, condensing around him.

Together ...

Ten ways ...

Mandao!

Countless invisible long swords rose from the sky and turned into a terrifying cloud covering the sky, hanging above the head of each black robe.

A great horror between life and death surged in everyone's heart, even Yanxian, felt a chill in the sword curtain.

Chen Qing, who was escorting the little emperor, looked back at this scene in shock, and there was a deep fear in his eyes flashing before turning around.

Jian Wushuang's body was floating around like a lone sword that was independent of the rest of the world. No one could see through his thoughts and thoughts. As he moved forward every step, the sword curtain suspended above the sky dome. Stepped forward to make a copy.

There are ancestor-level repairs that are bold and exogenous, a tentative step is taken, and there is a sword in the sky, and a sword is cut!

"Poo" is so subtle that it can no longer be subtle, just like the sound of dying, sounded in the sky city that is about to break.

That ancestor-level Dingxiu was crushed into powder, and even the internal sources were broken together, there is no possibility of resurrection!

Just a sword intention, he beheaded an ancestor level, looking at the extremely dense sword curtain on the sky dome, all the ancestors stepped back subconsciously, and their faces were all horrified.

For a time, even a few Yanxian dared not act rashly.

Jian Wushuang glanced coldly at all of them, and his footsteps accelerated slightly.

Although the sky is full of momentum, he knows that if he really wants to get started, these swords can at least be able to kill the hundred ancestors, and if the eight Yanxian work together, I am afraid the effect will be greatly reduced.

So Jian Wushuang is betting that they dare not step forward.

Once out of this heavenly city, it would be much easier to escape.

But within a few miles, the Yanxian glanced at each other, and a fierce outflow sprang out. No matter the sword curtain in the sky, they joined forces to siege up!

Jian Wushuang was shocked in his heart, and he almost released the sword curtain without thinking.

However, this sword curtain has a shock to the ancestor level repair, but it is still a bit weak for the joint force of Yanxian.

When a black robe Yanxian waved his hand and shook his strength, he slammed all the sword curtains close to him and ran straight to Jian Wushuang.

"Boy, no matter who you are, just leave your life here today!" Eight Yan Xian rushed forward together, the strength of his hand was changing, and went straight to Jian Wushuang pocket.

After the majestic and terrifying force turned into a big net cover, Jian Wushuang pushed Spring and Autumn far away from the battle circle, snorted coldly, and held a long sword to confront.

In a flash of one hundred thousand swords, the leading black robe Yan Xian just waved his palms to seal it, and suddenly felt a sharp sword breaking through the void, and stabbed directly.

In a thousand shots, he made the most correct choice. His body suddenly slanted, and most of his left body instantly shattered.

His body was broken, and the unbearable severe pain made him cry. A fluke's expression even hung in his eyes, but the sword and mango that broke out completely in the next moment ripped into pieces.

All the top repairs are crazy, and no one controls the strength of Jian Wushuang's strength. They are all pressed like torrents.

If the little emperor escapes, they have a chance to count, and there is no possibility of survival when they return to life. Only by killing him completely can they survive!

The sword's two-sided color changed into one. At this moment, the boundless blazing power all rushed down to him, and the entire vast city was all under the pressure of terror.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he directly led the sword and kneaded the two styles of the unparalleled swordsword into one form, forming an unparalleled sword!

Leading into the sky, the madness of the force to suppress the sky is rapidly rising, and then resolutely hit the general trend of more than 500 people and seven Yanxian forces!

There is a giant gleam flashing in the galloping, the earth passing through the Chuantian domain is cracking, and the cracks in the heavens are like a prison, and the earth is fierce.

We must know that the strength of each of the heavens in this great Yanhuan is far stronger than any place in the divine universe!

Even there is no comparability between them. The place that can accommodate the immortals to sit and practice is already the ultimate place in the world.

But Rao is such a heavenly domain, and both of them collapsed when they collided.

The little emperor who was being surrounded by Chen Qing and the thin and small purple robe, after feeling the power of ruining the earth, suddenly a pale red appeared on his pale face.

Then he suddenly broke free from Chen Qing and stepped on it, stepping directly on the waist of his eight-armed angry eyes, and took advantage of it to gallop behind him.

"Little Emperor!" Chen Qing shouted anxiously, but he could not stop it. He could only watch the little emperor's figure go away.

And the thin purple robe called Daban, without hesitation, returned almost at the moment when Xiaodi Jundong left.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth, and then flew to the back of the fierce battle.

The spring and autumn sitting on the shoulders of the eight arms with angry eyes were also a bit dazed. For him, the little emperor went back to die, which was considered the hatred and resentment in his heart, but he also thought of the sword Wushuang that was broken by himself.

Suddenly, the eight arms under him stopped glaring, and Chunqiu looked back, looking like a moth.

At the next moment, he also flew back to his body without any hesitation!

‘Little emperor? It's still a pleasure to die in my hands by myself. I'm going to save only Brother Jian! ’

A unique sword that transcended the meaning of the previous kendo, and broke through the supreme trend layer by layer, but then it was replaced by a more vigorous Yanli theory.

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As he prepared to call out the Three Emperors in desperation, a pair of palms without any blood, and next to him, stuck on the majestic momentum.

Jian Wushuang was a little shocked. The person who came was not someone else. It was the little emperor who was likely to pass out almost at any time.

"Did I let you go?" Under such oppression, Jian Wushuang still gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

The little emperor smiled slightly, and a ray of divine blood overflowed again at the corner of his mouth. "After six days of return, you must be there ..."

"Don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend to the throne ..."

"If you are dead, I will lose a lot of money ..." The Yanli released with all his strength seems to have a heavy load on his divine body, and even his eyes can't be opened.

But Rao is so, Xiaodijun seems to have something to export, "Remember, you can't do it without you if you return for six days."

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