Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang's cheeks were red and swollen due to the dodge, and he was far from the shock of Xiao Emperor's face that had been hammered and swollen.

These fairies seem to have determined that Xiaodijun is the real color embryo, and took care of him with all his strength, but Jianwushuang escaped the disaster.

After picking a cloud and waving it on his face, Xiaodijun went on, "Brother Jian, in fact, the place I want to take you to is a place called Jiantian in this heavenly court."

"I see Brother Jian, the sword in your waist is broken, and I want to find another one, or just blend the sword in the sword heaven."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and also believed some of what he said.

After all, from the perspective of the little emperor's previous style of acting, it was not easy to come up and take him peeking at the fairy to take a bath.

"Where is the Jiantian you mentioned?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Probably, it's a place to put your obsession," said the little emperor, "the people who slept there were the obsessions of some old brothers who were fighting with my emperor."

Jian Wushuang nodded and stopped talking.

The two rested on the roof of the pavilion for a few days before leaving for Jiantian.

Out of the listening typhoon, at the edge of the heavenly realm of heaven, a small world in the chaotic haze is reflected in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Even with the strength of his immortal realm, he can't explore what is in this chaotic world.

But judging from the strong and utter demise of the atmosphere from time to time, any obsession here is probably a terrible existence during his lifetime.

Led by the little emperor, after entering the chaotic misty mist, it is really into the so-called sword sky.

One step to the ground, raising waves of dust.

Jian Wushuang looked around, only to see that the eyes were all endless gray sandstone, the dried trunks of the trees were facing the sky, like the same way to cover the face and weep.

This gray sand surface extends all the way to the invisible distance and intersects the sky dome.

"Stay on the heart, the killing breath here and the obsession are too heavy. If it is eroded, it will be difficult to pull out." Xiao Emperor Shen Sheng reminded.

Jian Wushuang nodded. From the first moment he entered the Jiantian, he felt the whole world, almost completely composed of the meaning of killing, and an unspeakable obsession.

It is hard for him to imagine that there will be such a place in this peaceful and peaceful heaven.

Seemingly aware of the intrusion of external forces, the sword sky and sky began to fluctuate, and a tremendous obsession was shuttled.

The little emperor waved a golden seal, and then his obsession disappeared.

It was only a few dozen breaths of time to travel through the sword sky, and a black stone giant palace, which was located in the gray sand, appeared.

Perhaps no one had set foot here, the giant hall was almost half buried in the gray sand, and it seemed reckless and lonely.

"In this giant palace, it is the place where my emperor's older brothers put their obsession." Little Emperor looked at Jian Wushuang, "Your sword is unmatched, but the next guy in this temple is Normally, it will definitely help your kendo. "

Jian Wushuang heard the words and couldn't help but think of the set of swords in his arms. If he really had the horror of the swordsmanship, he could print it down and watch it carefully ...

With a wave of hand, she pushed open the door of Shen Shen Feng Qi, and a familiar taste of hot iron was introduced into Jian Wushuang's nasal cavity.

For swordsmen, this kind of iron and fire breath is the most intimate breath.

This is the taste of casting swords.

Sword Wushuang, who was originally calm at heart, could not wait to see the man in the mouth of the little emperor.

The whole giant hall is wide and huge, and there are no rules in the building.

The whole hall is like a burning furnace tripod, and the whole ground seems to be like magma, emitting a red color.

Jian Wushuang sweeps the entire main hall, except for the seats of 100 seats, only the fading murals on the surrounding walls are a bit noticeable.

Due to a long time ago, this mural has faded and peeled off most, but Jian Wushuang can still guess that these murals should depict the most tragic war.

The heavens are torn apart, and countless Yan Xian who is going to succeed are dying, determinedly.

Jian Wushuang did not delve into the meaning of these murals. He believes that all these heavens have a tragic past, and everything in the past cannot be changed.

Little Emperor didn't seem to be here for the first time, and was very familiar with the sword Wushuang.

After leaving the main hall, the air began to change from stuffy to dry.

Even the diffusive force that escapes outside the body has the meaning of being burned, which shows how high the temperature is.

"This guy is unspoken and silent, but when it comes to casting swords, he said that nobody dare to talk about the second."

As he moved forward, the little emperor said, "In addition, he is the only disciple under the seat of an old friend of my emperor, and the sword is unfathomable."

"Speaking of my emperor's old friend, it is the only one I have seen, the sword immortal with the best swordsmanship."

Jian Wushuang listened quietly. As for the current situation of Jian Xian and Dayan Huan, he has not yet come into contact with him.

And the only one he has encountered so far is only the sword fairy Ding Baiyi who has an amazing face in the divine universe.

Just a tremendous sword, Wan Jian was overshadowed.

However, Jian Wushuang then thought abruptly. Before going to heaven, there was a mysterious man who did not appear from the beginning to the end of the interception, but he ripped hundreds of thousands of miles with his own sword Tianyu, beheaded dozens of Yanxian.

Will the mysterious man be a sword fairy?

There is no answer. Some people or things may always be a shock.

"In order to let this guy concentrate on casting the sword, I concealed all the swords from the entire sword day for him.

"The last time I met, or during the last heavenly feast, I don't know if this guy has made any progress now. UU Reading. Www.uukanshu.com"

Walking forward, I do not know how long it took. When the ground beneath my feet disappeared, the entire giant hall reached its end.

But the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang's eyes.

I saw behind the giant palace, there was a chasm of chasm!

And in this chasm, there is purple magma flowing from the center of the earth, roaring in it.

Numerous real swords hang high above the sky, and each real sword slowly drops silvery white water droplets from the tip of the sword.

Jian Wushuang's looks are even more incredible.

Every silver-white drop is actually a sword!

Solid, figurative sword meaning!

What kind of technique is it that can actually refine the sword in the true sword.

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