Legend of Swordsman

There are nearly hundreds of monks who have made great repairs in the exhibition of Wuwei Dawei. It seems that they are not like monks at all.

With the waving of the caduceus in his hand, every stroke can reinvent the digital repair.

"Senior brother, don't make too many killings." The monk Jingmian waved and defeated the number of rushing to the top repair, and reminded Jianqing anxiously.

"You have to take care of it. I'm so afraid of this kind of killing karma. I won't be at ease in one day when these wicked beasts will not be destroyed!"

The noodle monk shook his head helplessly. How could he listen to what his brother, even the master, dared to rebel against?

The battle is in full swing.

The lives of the ancestors of the ancestors have become the least valuable existence. Countless broken treasures and real swords have fallen into the collapsed and cracked ground with their respective masters.

Here, they became the common ground.

Fierce wars always resonate, even though they are Yanxian, in the battle situation of the nearly 20,000 or 30,000 top repairs, the role they can play is also very small.

The hot-eyed Cui Jing stretched out his hands and tightened his trouser belt, and then carried the eight-foot stick and flew forward.

However, Cui Jing, who is the ancestor of the top level, is blessed with the blood in the field of the sand devil cave, which is enough to fight against ordinary Yanxian.

"Don't you feel that the guy's head is a bit uncomfortable, and it's a second-hand thing." Looking at Cui Jingyuan's back, Chen Qing commented.

Chunqiu touched his chin and said, "It's a little too clever. It's probably because I'm used to walking in this evil ground, and I need to be beaten."

Jian Wushuang still did not speak, he was watching the situation quietly.

At the same time, he had a hunch that the top demons of Sand Devil Cave looked fierce and fierce, but they could not hold Sand Devil Cave absolutely, and it was definitely a matter of time before the city was broken.

At that time, it may be possible to wait for the opportunity to approach those monks.

The cause and effect and the killing carried on the body, although seemingly unharmed, may never be triggered, but this is like a barb, Jian Wushuang will inevitably try to pull out.

If these monks have no way to deal with this, then he can only wait to restore his strength, and then try to unite with the Qing as much as possible to completely wipe out the whole domain.

Jian Wushuang has never been an excessively good person. From the beginning of the minute, to the boarding of the Eternal God, and then to entering the Dayan Huan alone, the criterion that has been quoted is the principle.

One of the heavens inflicted harm on him, this is because, if there is a cause, it will be the result, and the end of the destruction is also necessary.

To discern the monk, the tactics in his hand are repeated, and the continually appearing top practitioners are forced to retreat.

The ten monks who are all Yanxian already have a tendency to control the battle situation.

But among the ten monks, one did not make a shot, or to be precise, he did not participate in the battle among them.

He was like an ascetic monk, after experiencing the vicissitudes of the eyebrows, he walked slowly, as if invincible.

Occasionally, he attacked him, but he was forced to retreat by Qinghui Huamang, who was surrounded by him.

Ten Yanxian monks, against the sand demon cave where Yanxian almost does not exist, are crushed.

Originally incomparable, the crazy repairers of the Sand Devil Cave retreated after the festival, and the number was reduced from more than 20,000 to more than half.

If it weren't in the murderous realm, the casualties were even worse than they were now.

Jian Qing is like a furious bull. As soon as Cui Jing joined the battle, he directly locked him, and then he fought against the black iron Zen stick.

In just ten breaths, Cui Jing was weak, and he secretly complained at the bottom of his heart, and the palm of his hand holding the eight-foot stick was slightly cracked.

"Good evil, Grandpa will send you to death today!"

With a deep sip, Jian Qing changed his posture, showing the tendency of mountain to catch the moon. He carried the black iron scepter on his shoulder, and then a meteor fell and heaved heavily on Cui Jing's belly.

At this moment, he only felt the darkness in front of him, and the eight-foot stick was bent to a strange position, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

Jian Wushuang only felt a sudden tremor under the city wall, and then a burst of subtle collapse sounded.

Cui Jing's entire figure was completely embedded in the city wall a few meters deep, almost almost bombarding the city wall out of a large hole.

"Uh... dead bald donkey, Lao Tzu and you are not finished." Cui Jing struggled to pull his body out of the hole in the wall, and his bones seemed to fall apart.

Just as the Zongmen assembled with Jianqing headed up and overwhelmingly overwhelmed, a unique aura came to the battlefield again.

The sand ran wild, and the sky was chaotic.

From the broken ground, a huge colossal sand colossus was quietly raised.

Then, facing the army of Jianxiu headed by Jianqing, the two sides covered their palms and fell down.

Jian Qing suddenly raised his head, he was horrified, and he raised his Zen stick to stop it.

But beyond the imagination's great power, he directly flew over a hundred top repairers including him.

For a time, the disadvantaged situation was contained.

Fly upside down for hundreds of feet of identification, stand in the air and hold his footsteps, and then can't bear to shed a ray of blood from the corner of his mouth.

That kind of momentum was so powerful that it was difficult for him to resist with all strength.

At this moment, all the eyes of Ding Xiu were converged on the huge giant sand colossus.

Every top repairer in Sand Devils Cave showed a fanatical expression.

On the forehead of the mad sand colossus, sits a tall woman with a beautiful figure looming under the big cloak.

With a cold face, she waved her hands, and then manipulated the crazy sand giant under her to kill more than ten top repairers.

Jian Wushuang, who had watched this scene from afar, couldn't help but gaze.

The sand nymph ~www.readwn.com~, who is also not at the level of immortality, showed at this moment, but gave him a sense of detachment.

If the former Sha Niangniang and Chen Qing are at the peak of Yanxian at most, then at this moment, she seems to have taken that step.

However, the next scene is still shocking.

The Colossal Sand Colossus waved the sky and covered his palms against all the enemies, but at the next moment, a gigantic size that could not be ignored emerged.

A pair of thin palms exuding hundreds of thousands of strands of radiance, with their hands folded together, covered the palms of the Colossal Sand Colossus.

The two collided, falling endless sand lime lime.

On the skinny palms of each other, every fine crack is easily visible, exuding a general trend.

Jian Wushuang's true look, this kind of magnificent style, is exactly the old monk with a beard and a beard that he has never shot since the beginning of the melee.

On the black ring between the neck, a strange Huamang began to radiate.