Legend of Swordsman

Cui Jing was so angry that he roared and flew towards Jian Wushuang again.

This time, he no longer dodges and engages with the sword.

Jian Wushuang, who had already controlled Jian Yi to Miao Zhihao, had been confident that as long as Cui Jing was not dedicated to death, he would not be hurt.

The more he fought, the more Cui Jing was frightened. Although he was eager to win, he was not a reckless generation. How could he not be able to detect the unparalleled sword he was fighting with, and he did not use the force at all, relying on a real sword in his hand. Back and forth.

What kind of strength is this to achieve this step?

The real sword continued to stab, pushing Cui Jing back step by step. At the same time, Jian Wushuang suddenly committed himself, changed the hilt, and suddenly pulled the blade of the real sword in his hand.

There was a pain in the abdomen, and then Cui Jing's whole body flew out and fell heavily on the ground.

Suddenly, under the ground of transparent material, thousands of evil ghosts were freed from the sea of ​​blood, all screaming and attached to the transparent stone slab, as if waiting for food.

Jian Wushuang's brows were slightly frowned, and he stepped back slightly.

Cui Jing covered his chest and sat up from the ground, looking at him with a complex look.

He understood that this situation, which seemed to be resisted by the Chamber, was an illusion, and Jian Wushuang did not even exert his full strength from beginning to end.

He lost in this way, both inexplicably and as if already doomed.

There was silence in the hall, and at that moment, the change came quietly.

With Jian Wushuang as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks directly spread over half the hall.

Then, it collapsed.

The speed of the collapse was so fast that no one responded. Jian Wushuang even brought Chen Qing and others, and all fell into the sea of ​​blood with the gravel.

Cheers of countless evil spirits are like a carnival feast, lying on them layer by layer, dragged into the depths of the blood sea.

Looking at the collapsed ground in front of him, Cui Jing looked back subconsciously.

Sha Niangniang did not know when she had come behind him, holding a skull scepter, and calmly watching the sea of ​​blood churning under the pothole.

"Big sister, are they all right?" Cui Jing swallowed his throat.

She didn't speak. After a while, she slowly turned around. "Half the time of the column, I dragged them up again and placed them in the walled city."

Cui nodded, although she didn't know what she intended to do, but ordered to do the same.

Banzhuxiang's time is not long, but there are also short periods of time.

Cui Jingning watched the movements in the sea of ​​blood in preparation for pulling Jian Wushuang and others in an emergency.

At this moment, the boundless blood sea is tumbling, and the extreme blood gas is transformed into ghosts. Like a predatory fish, Jian Wushuang and others who have fallen into the blood sea are suppressed.

The cause and effect and the massacre that he tried to avoid were all swarming in the end.

Looking into the eyes, it was full of extreme blood red, and there were five people in the sword Wushuang, all of which were helpless and could only helplessly float in the blood sea.

If the strength is not damaged, these grievances will not erode them alone.

But right now, even if Qing Qing is helpless, he is really reincarnation, and today's strength is even worse than Spring and Autumn.

Giant monsters mixed with evil thoughts stretched out their palms from the depths of the blood and dragged them into the bottom of the sea little by little.

The sea of ​​blood also boiled from the initial tumbling, and gradually calmed down.

As soon as Banzhuxiang's time passed, Cui Jing jumped alone on the Sea of ​​Blood, looking at the scene like a ruin in front of him, and he waved his hand.

Immediately, the blood sea was separated by a sky.

The ugly giant monster transformed from countless evil thoughts and evil spirits emerged from the sky.

The palms of more than ten feet in size slowly spread out, and Jian Wushuang and others who had been comatose appeared in Cui Jing's eyes.

"What the **** are these guys, although they all look so weak, why do they have a breathtaking momentum?" Cui Jing frowned, and the confrontation with Jian Wushuang not long ago clearly left him. Very impressed.

"Aren't they also monks who don't belong to this continent? Or are they just like the bald men, visitors from outside the world?"

Cui Jing waved his hands and ingested Jian Wushuang and others in the palm of the evil thought monster. He carefully explored it and found no useful news before carrying them away.

The whole piece went back to the sea of ​​blood, and returned to a miserable state.

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The blood red, enough to erode the heart's blood, spreads over and infects everything.

This kind of negative influence is full of evil thoughts, despair, death, resentment, even if Yanxian is inadvertently infested, it will be infected with inexplicable cause and effect, and murder.

Jian Wushuang suddenly sat up from the ground, sweating and sweating at the temples.

Looking into the eyes, the sea of ​​blood is not there, only a quiet blue stone road.

"Just now, are you still in that sea of ​​blood? Why now... is it an illusion?"

After investigating the fusion of inner strength and the outside world, Jian Wushuang determined that this was not an illusion.

He stood up slowly, standing on this blue stone slab road where only two people could go side by side, looking around.

The hazy sky dome shows a smoky cyan haze after rain.

On both sides of this bluestone road, all are deep waters where the lotus bud has just been extracted.

From the perspective of the eyes, the hazy distance and the deep waters are connected, there is an indescribable connotation and illusion.

And Jian Wushuang stood in the middle of this bluestone road, in front of and behind him, unknown unknown where to go.

Everything here is silent to the extreme, as if it were a painting, full of unrealism.

But his face was still calm, and after a moment of thinking, he took a step and moved slowly.

Somehow, a long wind blew up, blowing the lotus leaves on the deep waters on both sides.

At this time, the lotus is not yet open, and the huge lotus bud is almost sinking on the water.

Jian Wushuang walked slowly during this time~www.readwn.com~ There was something weird in my heart.

He dare to be sure that this scene at the moment is the most weird place he has come to since his practice.

This strangeness is not facing the horror of life and death, or the powerlessness of an irresistible enemy, nor the unknown fear.

It is a kind of strange discomfort caused by a subtle place that is very different from cognition.

It's like a nightmare in that long time ago, or a muddled whisper in a serious illness.

This kind of place should not really exist, or that this kind of place is transformed by the mind.

Jian Wushuang kept his voice, although his heart had already understood a bit, but still walking slowly as before.

Under this strange and hazy sky dome, there is only a blue stone slab road extending to the infinite distance.

On the deep and bitter cold water, the desolation and loneliness reached the extreme.