Legend of Swordsman

The dark red sky has appeared, and there is a raging wind.

There are very few Yanxian who can stand here.

The slightly inferior young son came and dragged the young son out of the game at the last minute.

At this moment, only less than ten figures are still standing.

The young man's face is somber, and his white tooth suit has been broken, and his long black hair is broken and the band is dancing with the wind.

Standing on the opposite side of him was a little emperor with a mouthful of blood and withered breath to the extreme.

His palm holding the soft sword was shaking, but he still looked at the young man with scorn and sarcasm in his eyes.

"Finally say it, give Xiantao to me, and then get out of the game." The son's voice became colder, and the killing intentions in his eyes gradually disappeared.

A little emperor with a bright red color on his cheek, coughed out a ray of divine blood, and then said quietly, "You said, how many days have Xiantao been on this emperor, should it be six days?"

It's been six days since the son corrected his cold face and Xiantao disappeared. During these six days, he had several opportunities to kill the little emperor, but he didn't play the killer because of some concerns.

This also caused time to pass rapidly.

Once Xiantao stayed in the hands of a certain Yanxian for seven days, the battle for the peach was declared over.

And this is the last day.

"You really don't plan to hand it to me?" The son took a step forward and horrified Yanli swept up.

Xiao Dijun's thin figure seemed to fall at any time.

But there was no fear in his eyes at all, and the meaning of sarcasm was more obvious, "Idiot, don't you really think Xiantao is in my hand?"

The young man corrected his gaze, and was about to speak, a stone infused with Yan Li hit the back of his head without warning.

"Fool, look here."

A clear voice sounded, and looking around, a black-shirted Ranger figure held Xiantao in his left hand, looking at him with a smile.

The son corrected his pupils and shrank, he clearly remembered his blow, and he had already beheaded.

"Why didn't you die?"

"If I'm dead, how can I take revenge by hand?" Xiantao was thrust into his arms, Jian Wushuang calmly said.

At the next moment, he suddenly set off, carrying the endless momentum, and ran into the young man without fear.

Looking at the re-entered figure, the little emperor spit out a deep breath and relaxed completely.

One of the most magnificent Tianmen poles was pushed down, and the unparalleled surging power almost completely suppressed the son at the moment of collision.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pulled out the Tai Luo Excalibur and slashed down with great force.

A sword is worth ten thousand swords, the sword that has returned to the pinnacle is unparalleled, the sword style is wide open and wide, full of domineering sense of desperation. For a time, the oppressed son is difficult to fight back.

Young Master is very stubborn, at the same time he also understands why the young Master Yu was difficult to beat before.

This Yanxian is extraordinary!

A star-shaped sword burst out in the stars, lakes, and seas, and the horrible sword-swept swept up, letting the unprepared son correct, and suffered a heavy loss!

With a kick, Jian Wushuang backed away from the battle circle.

The tooth-white kimono was completely broken, and the skin cut by thousands of sword intentions exuded Yin Hong Shen blood.

The son's anger was extremely extreme, but the seemingly horrible sword intention was at the end, but only torn his clothes, not even serious injuries, which is simply an insult to him.

He couldn't stand it. Between the palms of his hands, a pale red picture scroll spread out.

At the same time, a silky misty chaotic atmosphere emerged behind the son's correction, in which unimaginable power surged.

Jian Wushuang also took away the contempt, he could feel this kind of move, and had already surpassed the existing state.

"Damn things, since you still come back to die, then I will fulfill you!" The son's uncontrollable rage broke out, and he stretched out his palms and snapped together.

The silky misty chaos behind him vacated.

Jian Wushuang tried to avoid it, but found that the pale red scroll that spread to his feet somehow seemed like a kind of prohibition, and he was firmly trapped in place.

Two immortal fairy styles encircle Xiang Jianwushuang, he simply cannot survive!

There was even a sneer on the face of Gongzi Dingna Yingwu.

The silky misty chaotic atmosphere, no accident swallowed the sword Wushuang.

The Emperor Xiao, who was watching from afar, was shocked in his heart, and he really understood the terrible son's correction.

If he does not have a fairy-style body, there is no possibility to escape from his hands!

And even if Wushuang is even more powerful, I am afraid it will not escape.

"This guy can never die so easily." Xiao Dijun shook his head and looked closely into the distance.

There, it seemed as though the chaotic breath of the unknown monster was eating away.

There was a flash of pleasure in Gongzizheng's face, looking at someone who dared to rebel against him, and died in front of him. There was nothing more pleasant than this.

Looking at the squirming chaotic breath, thinking that the time was almost running, he was ready to recall with a wave of his hand.

However, at the next moment, an abrupt peak of the mountain peak suddenly burst into that chaotic atmosphere.

At the same time, a vertical waterfall falls from the sky dome and falls completely.

Another big day emerged out of thin air, glorious.

Such strange weather actually dispelled the chaotic atmosphere in a moment.

You know, that's the most difficult fairy style.

Young Master Zhengyuan opened his eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

After the chaotic breath completely dissipated, the thin and firm figure appeared again!

Sword Wushuang at the moment, his eyes reflected the boundless stars.

In his eyebrows, a galaxy composed of seven stars is moving slowly.

Faced with the correction of the son, he pointed out.

The giant water roared by Yanli swept away directly.

At the same time, long winds, mountains, rivers, big sun, and other natural scenes appeared one after another.

The unimaginable landscape appeared on the stage at the moment, and all of them hit the son.

Jian Wushuang's eyes gradually became clear, UU reading www.uukanshu. He slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

The magnificent galaxy that was constructed in his mind earlier was visualized by him now.

The so-called mountains and rivers are just a mountain river.

What the heart thinks is self-made.

All these wonders are what Jian Wushuang thought.

Whatever I want, I use everything.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang can use everything in this entire heaven.

Two-finger halberd, the giant mountain Shenfeng, which was originally pulled off by the son's feather, now grew out of the clouds, facing the son's correction, the boundless Shenfeng cover pressed down.

Reluctant to get rid of the giant water and endure the sun-drenched son's correction, has been miserable.

These methods turned out to be fairy style!

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