Legend of Swordsman

A black and black treasure cover the sky and the sun, quietly emerged behind Di Qing's eyes, and the eyes of the big day cast a black flame.

At this moment, even several swordsmen who used a real sword to hold Jian Wushuang and others retreated.

"Enjoy it, everyone, and then you will feel the anger coming here."

Yi Qing opened his arms slowly, and the magnificent Hua Yu began to appear from under his arms.

The two were obviously Dayan Immortalized face, and there was still no expression on their faces, but from their solemn eyes, Di Qing's words were true.

Black Wu Baoxiang, screaming in the sky, the energetic force in the entire Xiaoxianzhou gathered towards him, with an unimaginable trend, the pressure fell down.

Wisps of black inflammation condensed on the black Wubao phase, and it suddenly opened its mouth to cry, lowering the amount of black inflammation.

Jian Wushuang and other people really saw that even if the black inflammation that came down was stained with a ray, even if it didn't die, it would have to fade away.

Immediately, the young swordsman holding Jian Wushuang directly dragged him back quickly.

"Unlimited!" Di Qingqing smiled coldly.

The two Dayan Immortals joined forces once again, and an inky giant tripod, larger than before, stopped in front of him and smashed forward.

The innumerable fire that black Wu Congming dropped, like a rain curtain, was carefully poured in every inch of space.

"Oh!"

The shocking black inflammation, even the diffusive force of the sky, swallowed up, collided with the black giant tripod, and burst into a detailed sizzling sound.

The tremendous power made the retreating people feel the unspeakable chest tightness.

At the same time, black inflammation like rain pouring down on every place in Xiaoxianzhou.

Large-scale destruction began!

Thousands of immortal palace pavilions, all contaminated with black inflammation, collapsed and vanished, and turned into a fluffy fly.

Xiaoxianzhou, which was originally the most powerful of immortal energy, turned into a dead domain at a very fast rate.

At this moment, the ink of the son lying on the top of the hibiscus tree, seeing this situation, the heart is constantly bleeding, all his insides are burned here!

"Jun Zun, leave me a little!" In the end, he could not help but say.

Responding to him, it was Yi Qing who froze coldly.

Looking at his incomparable back, Gongzi Mo's eyes flashed a rage and resentment, but soon returned to normal. After all, he can only rely on the truth to survive.

"Wait, I will escape this disaster, and you must die without a burial ground." The son said darkly.

Only the general situation exuded by this black and black treasure phase pressed the entire Xianzhou, and no one dared to fight against it.

The two great Yanxian who carried the black Wu Jiucheng black inflammation eventually exhausted the black inflammation at the cost of the destruction of the black giant.

Yi Qing's face was cold, and he reached for a finger.

The dark black head behind him suddenly screamed, dragging the terrifying dark yan power, and landed from the sky dome, about to swallow the two great Yan Xian.

It is dark in Xiaoxianzhou, and the strength is no longer quiet, but a violent tide is generated.

Seeing this situation, Jian Wushuang broke up in an instant, and Supreme Power directly swayed the real sword behind him, and with the speed of the extreme, turned around a knee, and slammed into the young guard.

Due to the fluctuation of Yanli tide, all Yanxian present could not detect the danger in time.

Therefore, when the youth guard responded, it was already too late, and the belly was hit hard by Jian Wushuang.

Mumming sounded, he was like a falling kite, one end fell towards Xiaoxianzhou.

Almost at the same time, Chen Qing and Chun Qiu suddenly broke out, forcing the remaining four Musketeers.

Then Chunqiu summoned his eight-armed eyes and fought against several swordsmen.

"Brother Sword, quick battle!" Chen Qing pulled out the real sword around his waist and looked sharply at Jian Wushuang. "We will break it for you."

Sword had no double-headed head, and then he looked through the waves and waves of tide, and looked at the son ink lying on the hibiscus tree.

At the next moment, he stepped on the cloud of his feet and sprinted forward. No matter the top of his head, he could destroy the battle of heaven and earth at any time.

Just like the son of the startled bird, Mo immediately noticed Wushuang, who had swept towards him, and he became restless immediately, "Respect the Lord to save me!"

Di Qing turned impatiently, and after seeing Jian Wushuang's flying body, without any hesitation, he opened his palms directly, transformed into thousands of strands of strength, and walked away.

Thousands of Yanli turned into unmatched chains, bound to the sword Wushuang at an indescribable speed.

The dynamism of such a realm has been able to obliterate Yanxian!

Jian Wushuang only felt that the air around him was somewhat stagnation and sticky, and the chain of thousands of Yanli forces trapped him almost instantly.

A strong enough to crush the bones and bones, as the chain tightened, added to his body.

Seeing this, his son smiled coldly, and one of his broken arms was given by Wushuang Wushou. Now the enemy was in front of him. He burst out in his palm.

Looking at the dense chains of diffusive force around his body, Jian Wushuang slowly closed his eyes.

Then, a small galaxy composed of seven stars appeared in his eyebrows.

This is a fairy style given to Jian Wushuang from that broken stone bead.

A little mountain!

"Boom!!"

A long ripple of water, with him as the center, directly stirred up, belonging to a fairy style beyond the perception of Yan Xian, surging.

"Break me!" Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, the eyebrow galaxy circulated, and the general trend!

Tens of strands of chains on his body shattered, and invisible and quality water dragons broke free from the **** and entangled around him.

In a little mountain and river, Jian Wushuang is the absolute master.

Breaking through the declining power of Yiqing, he confronted him for the first time.

Facing each other, Jian Wushuang had no fear, and reached out and waved gently.

At once, a big vision appeared!

The black inflammation that was originally brought down by the Qing Dynasty ~www.readwn.com~ was made into a dead area, and Xiaoxianzhou was suddenly divided into two by the unknown force.

Then with countless gravel waste soil, half of the little fairy state, directly bombarded to Qing Qing!

Yi Qing's eyes narrowed.

Can one use his own strength to divide the entire Xiaoxianzhou into two? Is this the terrible strength that Yanxian can master?

Half a little fairy, came out.

Yi Qing pressed down the surprise in his eyes, snorted coldly, and stretched out his palm directly, holding it away.

Immediately, the entire uncontrolled Xiaoxianzhou stopped strangely at the same place, and then seemed to be squeezed into a ball by an invisible big palm, and then crushed into scum powder.

The robe sleeves flicked away, and the powder disappeared, but there was a half-pointed sword in the same place.

"It's really interesting, a little Yanxian, actually had a deterrent to me, is this an illusion?" Yi Qing looked at the long gone figure meaningfully, and there was no next move.