Legend of Swordsman

You're done!

In a simple sentence, it seems that the death sentence of Xueyun has been announced.

"Huh, you want to kill me?" Xueyun sneered. "I admit that I lost this battle and can be defeated. If I want to escape, who can stop me?"

Xueyun finished, but his body burst out towards the edge of the Tianyun Mountains.

"escape!"

"Blood cloud fled?"

Countless martial arts spectators watched this scene and froze.

Under the public's attention, the blood cloud fled directly, which already represents this battle. He lost. The first few years of this **** of the dragon list, which can be called an invincible myth, was finally broken by Jian Wushuang today.

"Escape?" Jian Wushuang's mouth slightly angled. "Did you think I hadn't thought of this before I started?"

"You're right. With your strength, if you want to escape, I can't stop you at all, but I can't stop it, it doesn't mean that others can't stop it."

"Old fourth!"

Jian Wushuang whispered, and everyone immediately saw a fragile girl suddenly appearing in front of the blood cloud fleeing.

"Is she?" Many people have identified Su Rou.

In this selection battle, a number of strong men who have not previously been ranked on the Dragon List have risen, showing amazing strength.

For example, Yang Zaixuan.

Su Rou was also a very dazzling player in this selection.

At this moment, Su Rou stood in front of Xueyun.

"It's just you who want to stop me?" Xue Yun smiled disdainfully, and the **** sharp blade in his hand slashed relentlessly at this moment.

"go to hell!"

The cloud of blood looked pale, and as he slashed out, the whole world was dark again.

Su Rou, who was standing in front of Xie Yun, looked completely at the moment. At the moment when Xia Yun's **** sharp blade was split, there was a terrifying breath rising from her body.

This breath theory is as powerful as the dark and horrible breath that rises during the peak of the blood cloud.

Immediately after, Su Rou's eyes flashed.

Banging ~~~

A surge of turquoise energy formed a torrent, bursting out, and mighty power.

The blood-colored sharp blade of the blood cloud slashed over it, slicing on this turquoise torrent, but at this moment, the blood-colored sharp slash did not seem to be a torrent, but a mass of cotton.

In just a moment, the power of this blood-stained blade slashed away completely, but the turquoise torrent was still surging.

"How is that possible?" Blood Cloud's face changed drastically.

The turquoise torrent rushed to him. Although he tried hard to resist, he was still forced to retreat tens of meters away.

If he was forced to retreat, he was forced to retreat, but now he is escaping?

Not only was he blocked by the opponent, but he was forced to retreat?

"what's the situation?"

"How can it be?"

"Who is that woman who can drive back the clouds of blood?"

Countless martial arts spectators were also stunned.

How terrible is Xueyun's strength?

The epic battle has just been manifested to the fullest. Even the top ten strong players in the Top 10 Dragon Rankings, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to make a move in his hands, but Su Rou not only blocked his sword but also forced him to retreat. he?

Seeing Jian Wushuang in this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He had long known that Su Rou had secrets and extraordinary means, so at the beginning of the selection war, he asked Su Rou if she could stop the blood cloud if she went all out.

Su Rou's answer was very certain, "As long as the opponent's combat power has not reached the level of the Yang Xujing, even if it is the peak of the Yin Xujing, I can try to block for a moment, of course, it is only just blocking."

Jian Wushuang was a little surprised when he heard Su Rou's answer, and then he asked Su Rou to help, and when she fought against Xue Yun on the last day, she let her stop the blood cloud from fleeing.

Now, Su Rou has shot, and not only blocked the blood cloud, but also forced him back.

The blood cloud was forced back, and Jian Wushuang immediately killed the past.

"Xue Yun, I said, you're done, you're dead!"

The killing intentions in the sword without eyes soared, without the slightest pity, that the three killing swords sprang out again and again, one after another, the sword shadows continued, and did not give blood clouds the slightest chance to breathe.

A cloud of confusion finally appeared in Xueyun's eyes. While he was furiously resisting the offensive, he was trying to find a way to escape.

But he soon found that the turquoise torrent that had just stopped the weak woman who had just stopped him had covered him all around, no matter which direction he wanted to flee, he was bound to suffer. This fragile woman is blocking.

"Escape, escape!"

"Continue to fight with this sword without a match. When my spiritual power is exhausted, I will certainly die."

"Save me, Grey, come and save me!"

The blood cloud was distorted, and if it was crazy, at this moment it was a direct roar.

The sound was soaring and spread.

"bad!"

The gray-clad old man sitting on the seat above the void changed his face in vain and was about to leave.

Huh!

The two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, the two black and white masters of the Dragon Palace.

"Mr. Grey Clothes, what do you want to do?" Said the White House host with a smile, but his voice was extremely cold. The disciples of my landlord are not to be missed. "

"Oh? So you're going to save it?" The White House host smiled coldly.

"Gray, do you want to violate the rules of the selection war?" The black house owner also looked coldly, "Xue Yun is the genius of your blood feather tower, so many of the Jin Dan strong who participated in the selection war and fell away, is not it? The top geniuses in the confines of all parties present? "

"Like my dragon palace, ten geniuses participated in the selection battle. Five of them have died, and even Qing Cang is dead!"

"Like the Ouyang patriarch, Ouyang Haotian and Ouyang Haoyue, the two top powers of his Ouyang clan, died in the selection battle."

"It's all top geniuses, who doesn't hurt?"

"Whether it is my dragon palace or the patriarch Ouyang, including the top powers of all parties present, who has shot it?"

The eyes of the top powerhouses around him also looked towards the gray clothes, these eyes were dissatisfied.

Indeed, there are many genius strongmen who have died in this selection battle, and many of them are elite disciples who are present in the presence of some ancestors.

The disciples died. Apart from their distress, they had nothing to say. After all, they were not as good as people.

No one rescued him from the beginning to the end. Everything depends on the talented disciple himself.

And now, this gray coat wants to shoot?

On what grounds?

Gray Yi's brow frowned tightly, he also knew that he was in a good position, but the blood cloud, the position in the blood feather building, is no small matter.

"Gray clothes." The indifferent voice sounded, and the central emperor Xi finally spoke.

"Your Majesty." Gray Yilian respectfully said: "Xue Yun is the disciple of the master of my house and the next generation of my Yu Yu Lou. He has a very important position in my Yu Yu Lou. Save yourself. "