Legend of Swordsman

The solemn monk of Baoxiang tried his best to suppress the mouthful of cursing and scolding, and his eyes glared like bronze bells, and he wished to strip the fellows of Sand Devil's Cave.

"Don't make a fuss." The monk of the airwheel frowned slightly, and he was silent for a while.

At this moment, a mixed voice came from the head of the sand devil cave.

"Hello... Those bald donkeys with hidden heads and tails, why are you coming to trouble with your grandpa again? Do you want them to loosen your bones?"

Baoxiang's solemn monk heard the words and immediately said, "Come on, my brother will go back as soon as I go, and teach the unrestrained beast!"

The empty-wheel monk said again, "Be clear, don't be reckless."

At this time, the old sword-backed elder of the immortal wind walked forward and said, "Senior Master, let me go with Jianqing Immortal Master. The destruction of Nasha Demon Cave is also for the benefit of hundreds of millions of souls. ."

The empty-wheel monk heard the words, but did not make a statement.

There was another net monk who came forward to give a courteous speech, "Brother, the rules are no longer meaningful to them. Since we came here last time, the blood here is nearly ten times richer, obviously, they slaughtered again. Countless lives."

"If we don't impose any punishment again, I'm afraid that this side of the heavens will be caught in blood robbery."

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"What the old bald donkeys are talking about, why can't they still do it!" said the wall of the Sand Devil Cave, with an ugly and vicious valiant impatiently repaired.

Cui Jing glared at him, and then said in a deep voice, "All of them muttered to Lao Tzu, and waited!"

"This time, if anyone chops off a bald donkey's head, he will appreciate the blood pool!"

As soon as these words came out, the walls of the city became restless again, and all the top repairs were glorious, which was already a bit impatient.

"What's the situation, it seems that they are really going to fight." Several figures quietly squeezed against the wall.

Chen Qing touched his forehead and stared at the distant army with his eyes wide.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, and looked through the red haze to the monks standing in front of the army.

Everything has two sides, life and death, and air and surplus.

The resentment of the creatures in this sand devil cave has already been so heavy that it cannot be resolved, and there will inevitably be a side to it.

Will these monks represent the extremes on the other side?

Perhaps this is an opportunity to unravel their inexplicable cause and effect.

The light flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes, and he was waiting, moving.

Inside the Sand Devil Cave City, the evil veiled the sky and the sky, flying up, seemed to be about to suppress the riots, rushed out of the city, and shattered all the assembled troops.

Cui Jing was already impatient, and the eight-foot stick in his hand kept hitting the ground.

At this moment, the monks standing in front of the black pressure army suddenly came out of the air.

"Cui Jingshan, please listen to the old rules."

Bao Xiang solemnly discerned the monk, forced his discomfort in his heart, and spoke against his heart.

Cui Jing, who was far away from the wall, heard a grin.

"Good mother, brothers, all rushed up to me and shred them!"

When ordered, a bloodthirsty excitement of a mountain tsunami rushed to the sky.

"Isn't it, playing so hastily?!" All of Jian Wushuang couldn't believe it.

Cui Jing is a crazy dog...

The top repair of the black pressure to cover the sky and the sun, as if to break the shackles, like the **** wolf with the same head, rushed out of the sand demon cave city.

Like the revolving muddy black river, several monks who came to do useless instructions saw all their faces, and then folded their hands together to make a static state.

Thousands of treasures are coming, dispersing the eroded blood.

And the monk Jianqing was almost indignant with blood and anger, and the good-for-nothing mother who had no head and no brain almost ignited his hot temper almost instantly.

"Good beast, the poor monk will definitely want you to destroy everything!" Jian Qing stepped on the stream cloud straight up, and his tooth white gown was hunted by the strong wind.

"Brothers help me!"

A total of four Huamangs emerged from the palms of the four monks behind Jian Qing, and they merged into a Hongqiao, which led away.

Jian Qingbao was very strict, his palms were folded together, and he faced the dark and turbulent river, remembering the law!

"Vientiane Promise, No Prowess!"

Above a huge rainbow bridge, between the world and the world trembling, a giant white dragon with four horns emerged.

Under that white dragon, Jian Qing showed a wrathful vajra trend, and he drove forward the law.

The heavens and the earth are trembling, and the Hei Bailong opens a huge mouth, carrying the general trend of the heavens and the earth, and facing thousands of repairs.

The two collided, and an unparalleled giant awn erupted.

At this moment, the earth was torn apart, the mad sand fell silent, and poured into the earth's center.

The muddy black river was suddenly cracked by the respectable dragon.

Countless ferocious Dingxiu fell from the sky dome, but it was already seriously injured.

In the same way, the white dragon treasure is also broken, and the monk who looks at the iron blue is unafraid, holding a black iron scepter, rushing into the sand devil camp for a while, and destroying it.

The army assembled by the 87 denominations could not hold back at this moment.

The old man of the Xianfeng Daogu suddenly pulled out his true sword and pointed directly at the sky dome, "Destroying the Sand Demon Cave, and opening up a avenue for my future generations to practice!"

Yu Yin stirred the sky, at this moment, the eighty-seven sect, more than 16,000 top repairs, against the sand devil cave, **** battle!

The black and white clash, the fierce fighting broke out.

The long wind wailed, Ding Xiu died constantly, and then fell.

They are all in this vast world, the most shocking and talented genius in each side of the sect, with the brightest spiritual avenue.

But in the battle with Sand Devil's Cave, the continuous destruction and death.

In the field of such sand caves, the assembled top repairers are more or less affected by their strength. , The broken **** corpse, like the rain, fell on the ground.

At the moment on the city wall, Jian Wushuang's complexion was somewhat dignified.

When this kind of melee broke out, those ten monks were already blocked at the forefront, and they fought together with the top repairers of Sand Devil's Cave.

And Jian Wushuang wants to be close to them, there is no way at all.

Even if his strength recovers to the peak, he will break into this melee and resolutely suffer a little carelessness, not to mention that he is still unable to manipulate his strength.

"Aren't there any other ways?" Jian Wushuang was silent, thinking at the same time how to approach quickly in the bottom of his heart.

The strength of these monks is not decent, and they are all in the immortal realm. Naturally, in this melee, there is no downfall, and the ordinary Dingxiu cannot get close at all.

Under their leadership, the assembled Zongmen side, although seriously injured, showed a flat push, pushing towards the wall little by little.