Legend of Swordsman

His body fell into the sea of ​​blood, Jian Wushuang only felt countless, and the terrible palms filled with negative emotions were constantly pulling him and dragging him into the abyss.

There is no buoyancy in this kind of blood sea, even a feather can never float on it.

Jian Wushuang is like a million-jin stone statue, falling down.

At the same time, there are countless ugly blood monsters, who went on to follow his whereabouts and nibble past.

The blood monsters in this blood sea are all made up of the dead monk’s unaccounted souls. He has no autonomous consciousness, but only an insatiable ingestion of the soul of the gods.

Jian Wushuang, who fell into the abyss of blood, naturally recognized this situation. In order to avoid the fierce fighting caused by the alertness of Sha Niangniang, he directly opened the stopper of a bottle of Yang.

Suddenly, the treasure light burst into bloom, and countless blood monsters were directly swallowed into the bowl-yang bottle by the terrible suction.

A moment later, the voice of the three emperors rang in the bowl of Yang.

"I'm going, what are these dirty things, Xiaoyou, what garbage did you bring in?"

Sword had no embarrassment on both sides, so he spread his words with God's consciousness, and told the three emperors what had happened.

"It turns out that this is the case, then our three emperors are responsible for the aftermath of the little friend."

"Thank you, Jian will have some thanks in the future."

"It's not necessary to thank you again, just take us to kill the old guy in Zhenwuyang."

"..."

With the backing of the three emperors and the bowl of Yang, the danger of having to spend some time on the hands and feet was solved.

After the blood monster is no longer a problem, Jian Wushuang then controls his figure, looking for the trace of the empty wheel monk while avoiding those undercurrent winds.

Just as he was preoccupied, a hill-like island quietly emerged above his head.

Feeling that heavy sense of oppression, Jian Wushuang looked up subconsciously.

At the next moment, a short arm like a giant pillar of celestial bodies stirred the sea of ​​blood and fell down.

He was startled, almost thinking, not thinking, directly condensed an invisible sword, and stabbed away.

Each sword is like a slender willow leaf, all condensed into the form of a waterfall, swept up, and strangled straight to the shape of the huge island.

Immediately afterwards, a deep wail like a whale fell, resounding under the blood sea.

The whole blood sea abyss is like boiling water, restless, and instantly silent.

After the sword intention released by Jian Wushuang completely dissipated, the terrible figure like an island was already fragmented.

It was already inactive, and then it floated in the sea of ​​blood like that, motionless.

This giant turtle-like fish looks like it is made up of countless boulders and looks ugly.

At the same time, its fragility is something that Jian Wushuang did not expect.

Only three thousand sword intentions beheaded, the weakness is evident.

As Jian Wushuang was about to leave and continued his search, he faintly noticed that beside the island giant, there was a thick and long iron chain.

He seemed to feel something, and ascended directly to the giant, then he really saw that a chain that was several times thicker than his waist was tied to the giant, as for the other end, It extends to the infinite darkness.

"Perhaps this chain is about where the empty-wheel monk is."

Jian Wushuang no longer looks like a headless fly, but follows this chain and walks towards the darkness.

The more he walked in front of this extremely dark abyss, he saw hundreds and thousands of abandoned chains of various sizes floating under the abyss, the inexplicable mysterious ancient.

"Isn't here just trapping the empty wheel monk alone?" Jian Wushuang was puzzled in his heart, while his figure continued to move forward.

The time to move forward and fall seems to be endless. The blood is so deep that he has the illusion of no bottom.

At the same time, the chains under his feet began to become thinner, from the original two men's thickness to the current thighs, which may be a symptom.

Under this extremely dark abyss, the situation is very bad. Even with the strength of Wushuang, he can barely see the situation of more than a thousand meters in front of him, which makes him more vigilant.

I don't know how long it passed. When there was a faint light, which could not be seen if you didn't look closely, and printed in Jian Wushuang's eyes, his heart beat unintentionally.

Jian Wushuang hurriedly stared at it, and saw a pile of decayed bones, a skin that was as thin as a skeleton, but as tough as an old tree, appeared.

He sat like that, his limbs, waist, and neck were entangled with six muddy black chains, while enduring the encroachment of countless tiny blood monsters.

Sword Wushuang saw this, and a chill appeared in his eyes, and he had to wave his hands to disperse those blood monsters.

But at this time, the five giants like islands seemed to smell the breath of his body and swam from the sea of ​​blood in all directions.

The five island giants correspond to five strong chains.

Jian Wushuang no longer cared about the others, directly led the sword, and under this blood abyss, he released his dazzling style.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhai Jianyi, the second type.

River.

The cohesion of one hundred thousand swordsmanship is a form that cannot be imagined or faced directly.

Like the Tianhe sweeping, with a vigorous momentum, rush forward.

The pitiful five island giants, when they had time to open up the blood abyss and swallow it, they were strangled into pieces by the horrible sword.

At the same time, the chain shattered, turned into a piece of iron scraps, and scattered.

In the midst of meditation, the thin, skeleton-like figure slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer clear, completely replaced by deep black.

And this slim figure is the empty wheel monk who was tempted out of the demon and imprisoned in the blood pool. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Good." He opened his lips and said the word old.

A question sounded, "Master, can you see me?"

The empty wheel monk slowly shook his head. "My dirty eyes can't look directly at the good man, but the ear can feel the good man."

At the moment, Jian Wushuang concealed his body in order to avoid the empty-wheel monk and suffer the frustration of seeing all creatures.

"I don't know what the good men came here, what happened to see the muddy monk?" The air wheel said again.

When it came to his mouth, he didn't know how to speak, "That, I don't know the fairy master, but I knew how to remove the cause and effect of unexplained contamination?"

After a moment of silence, the empty wheel said, "Good man, how can there be no cause and effect in this world?"

"In the midst of all things, there are actually a fixed number of things, when and how they appear, it is actually destined, even if you think it is unreasonably contaminated, it already has because."