Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang nodded, and saw that Chunqiu's mood was not high, but he didn't say much. He carried him out of this lonely day together.

Within the days of Xiao Gu, above the clouds of the sky, Jian Wushuang looked at him, "Want to kill the little emperor to get revenge?"

Chunqiu stunned, and then shook his head a little, "Although he is also the guy I wish to kill on the spot, but compared to others, I would like to be the first to personally edge his emperor!"

Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret fortune in it. As long ago, he knew that Chunqiu was not an ordinary cultivation, but the son of a former emperor of heaven.

"My emperor Fenghua Emperor died in the hands of Zhen Wuyang, and the entire heavenly court was destroyed. Finally, I was the only one left and became a prisoner."

The past is long gone, but he is still entangled in spring and autumn like a chain, making him fall into anger all the time.

Although he could not wait for Wuyang to be at the moment, sadly, he didn't even have the qualification to see him, and even Heavenly Court didn't know where.

Jian Wushuang didn't say comfort, but put his palm on Chunqiu's shoulder and patted it gently.

Chunqiu glanced at him gratefully, and said slowly, "Brother Jian, if it were not for your presence, I am afraid that I am still a prisoner in the dark Montenegro. "

Jian Wushuang said softly, "Living well and continuously improving your strength will make you one day able to fight the enemy."

Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "Brother Jian, rest assured, I believe there will be such a day."

"In addition," he hesitated suddenly, and said after a moment, "Brother Jian, if there is one day, will you help him?"

In the mouth of Spring and Autumn, he naturally refers to the little emperor.

Jian Wushuang heard the words and shook his head without hesitation. "At that time, I am afraid that I have already left here. Everything you worry about will not happen. What you need most now is to continuously strengthen your own strength."

Chunqiu nodded, and then took the slap-sized eight-armed arms out of his arms, and returned them to the front of Jian Wufang. . "

Jian Wushuang smiled and stretched his hand to push the eight arms back, "This thing is not very useful to me. It can be used as a self-defense for you, but don't rely too much on it."

Spring and Autumn no longer quit, very carefully put his eight arms back into his arms.

"Chunqiu, the emperor in your mouth is the realm after Yanxian, is it just a title?"

On this issue, Jian Wushuang has not inquired before, and today it suddenly sounded and he intends to ask.

Although Spring and Autumn haven't set foot in Yanxian now, he is the son of a real emperor, so naturally he knows something better than Jianwushuang.

Chunqiu heard the words and said carefully, "The emperor is actually a respectable title, not a realm, but a real watershed."

"From my childhood, when I heard the emperor's admonitions, I vaguely knew that I wanted to be an emperor, to have luck, to form the avenue of heaven, and to my own realm."

"And the most important step to become an emperor is to enter that level, but," Chunqiu's memory seems a little vague, "I seem to forget what level it is."

Jian Wushuang nodded his head. He had long realized that the true souls of the three emperors he had contacted first had already taken the step of Yanxian.

I am afraid that if you want to become the emperor who created a heaven, the real thing is to step out of the mysterious realm of Yanxian.

As for what realm there is, Jian Wushuang was blinded and could only move forward and realize it carefully.

As far as he is concerned, with the shadow of the three emperors, it is enough to protect themselves from the powerful forces on either side.

There is no big sun hanging over the sky of Xiaogutian, but it has never been dark, and it will always be a quiet day, which is very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.

It was only a few days after he had talked with Spring and Autumn at random, Jian Wushuang began to practice.

He took out several kendo solitary books he had bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng.

Looking at the traces of the simple and vicissitudes of life, Jian Wushuang estimated the age of these solitary books, I am afraid that he would be tens of thousands of years old.

There are four solitary books in total, and the ancient atmosphere sealed on it has been seriously worn away. Almost immediately, the imprint is gone with the wind.

These four solitary books were all randomly selected by him from various Yanxian, and they are the oldest swordsmanship of this great Yanhuan.

Three of them are the most basic foundations for teaching kendo, which is of great benefit to those practicing kendo, and judging from the remaining atmosphere in these isolated books, the writers have reached the state of Yanxian when they created these kendos.

Quickly absorbing the knowledge of kendo in three solitary books like a whale sucking water, Jian Wushuang finally looked at the last book.

The two simple and fierce characters of "Jianji" seem to be written on the homepage at will with a straw stick dipped in ink.

Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. It seemed that he had forgotten which vendor he bought this solitary book from. He looked very unimpressed.

Putting aside his distractions, he opened the first page with a wave of his hand.

What came into view was a blank.

On the yellowish paper glowing dark blue, not even half a word appeared.

Jian Wushuang groaned in his heart, "No, don't you encounter a profiteer here?"

He who did not believe in evil, hurriedly looked up and down.

Eventually it was concluded that the profiteers were cheated.

This is simply a wordless book.

Jian Wushuang couldn't help crying and laughing, and after exploring it again with his strength, and determined that it was worthless, he was ready to throw it away.

However, at the next moment, there was a touch of warm and cold breath in his hand. If he did not observe it carefully, he would never find it.

He looked subconsciously at the sword collection in his hand, a fairy-like atmosphere with extreme air ~ www.readwn.com ~ just like a cloud of smoke, but just rotated a moment above the solitary book, and instantly fell into the book.

Seeing something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly opened the Wu Zi Tian Shu in his hand again.

On the yellow paper with the dark blue color, the fairy air turned to the ultimate breath, like a finger-sized startled dragon, hovering above the paper.

Jian Wushuang's eyes opened to the maximum, and some could not guess where this familiar and strange atmosphere came from.

Soon, the breath of fine clouds suddenly condensed and instantly turned into a figure only the size of a fingernail.

He held his breath completely, and the scene seemed a little strange at the moment.

The thumb-sized figure is very compact, but the white shirt on her body looks magnificent and has the style of a generation of guru.

Although this villain made up of Yun Yan has no facial features, but he showed a breath that made Jian Wushuang familiar and extremely familiar with the feeling of an old friend.

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