Legend of Swordsman

It was shocking, but it was like tears and tears, silent.

Hundreds of thousands of absolute swords, puncturing the sword in the chest with a black body.

The unimaginable power directly exploded his entire body into powder.

Spring and Autumn were shocked beyond recollection, and took an unconscious step back.

A sword was made, Jian Wushuang did not relax at all, and watched the center of martyrdom with vigilance.

Immediately afterwards, the dark body that was blown into powder was slowly condensed, and an unprecedented breath of breath rushed up.

The abyss of the entire hinterland of Montenegro has begun to boil!

The black figure was condensed, and a pair of mung beans flashed with rage in the small eyes.

With a sudden wave of his hand, hundreds of vines engulfed by the force of gravity swept through.

Chunqiu was shocked and said anxiously, "Sword Wushuang, hurry away!"

The words fell, and hundreds of vines formed a prison cage to directly put the two into it.

At the same time the vines began to secrete mucus quickly, ready to digest them.

Chunqiu reached out and turned over, a dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, and then poked fiercely under the vine.

However, the vines didn't move, but because of the excessive force, the dagger split his palm into a deep bone wound.

Spring and Autumn took a breath of air, looking at Jian Wushuang.

Due to excessive casting, the power of imprisonment in the chain iron plate between the necks almost shattered the spirit of Jian Wushuang.

The dynamism in the body is being eaten up by the chain iron brand at a very fast speed.

Jian Wushuang reached out his hand to brush away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still indifferent.

Then the invisible sword trembles in his hand, like a trickle of dynamism, which turns into more than a dozen slashes, chopping towards the vines.

"laugh……"

If the hot knife gets into the butter, the vines under the feet will be cut open with a big odor.

Then Jian Wushuang directly picked up Chunqiu and escaped from the cage.

The roar of extreme anger shouted, and the black figure stared at the two men with viciousness.

"Whoever makes you the most inferior prisoner dare to rebel against this seat? Now come obediently and let this seat bite you, but it's better than turning you into an innocent soul."

Chunqiu immediately spit out a spit, disdainful, "It's you alone? Now let's let us out honestly, I can spare you."

At this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly reached out to support Chunqiu's shoulders, and his figure was crumbling.

Spring and Autumn saw a sudden change in his appearance, thinking about it was dragging the sword Wushuang back quickly.

The dark figure smiled sullenly, the robe sleeve turned over, a muddy black flag rose in response to the storm, and countless devoured prisoners scrambled out.

Every wave of that small flag resembling a phoenix streamer was like a **** puff surging like a prison.

The sword of Wushuang, which was still like a **** at the last moment, was weakened at the moment, which made the spring and autumn that uttered madness terrified. While dragging him back, he released Yanli and tried to block.

But the power of Yan, which belongs to Yan Fairyland, is really terrifying, almost swallowing up the Spring and Autumn Offensive almost instantly.

The face of spring and autumn looks like earth, and it is about to be folded here. The swordless Wushuang around him is a ghost, "The clown jumps."

At the next moment, a kind of indescribable expression, which was purely to the ultimate power, rose up.

Jian Wushuang changed his previous fatigue, and his figure was standing in the void, looking at the dead soul like Yuanyuan without fear.

Then, palm your hand forward and hold it!

The most dazzling Huamang appeared in Tianmen, as countless rounds of blazing sun illuminate the abyss of the hinterland of Montenegro.

Under this kind of brilliance, the gloomy soul that lived in black light began to twist and wailing.

Countless gods and gods and shadows are intertwined with each other, forming a side to cover the sky and the palm, sinking down.

The stone walls of Montenegro are unable to withstand that kind of power, and began to crack in a large area.

A scene like the end appears, the mountain is cracked, and even the plank road with artificial construction collapses together, just like the mountains and rivers fall down, a brain is broken.

Seeing the dark figure of the flag streamer, his small eyes flicked around, knowing that he was hit by a hard stubble, but even if his figure flashed, he was ready to escape.

However, wherever the daylight is exposed, it seems that a layer of invisible enchantment has risen, intercepting all the breath in it.

The black body was horrible, it was a matter of life and death, he no longer dared to hide himself, his arms flew for a while, and his surging power turned into a dark light of tens of thousands.

However, Jian Wushuang just raised his hand and waved, and the black light would be wiped out in Tianmen Jiyi.

The energy of light and darkness swelled, and the dark figure could no longer calm down, and madness generally urged the supreme supernatural power to hit the guy like a monster.

But those great supernatural powers disintegrated themselves before they even touched Jian Wushuang.

Only the far-sighted Spring and Autumn Festival can really see, all the offensive of the black body is resolved by the Hua Mang issued by Jian Wushuang himself, and he does not even need to show his hands!

This is terrible, this guy is afraid that even one emperor is difficult to check and balance!

Covering the palm of the sky, it is a world of its own, and finally it is completely covered in the dark body.

The wailing sound was resounding, and the endless black light escaped.

Jian Wushuang looked at this scene calmly from beginning to end.

After Ji Di and Wu Guang dissipated together, he stretched out his hand and held it in the air, as if he had already expected what was about to happen, and grabbed a thick mass of black mans.

"Release, let me go!" The full-bodied Black Mang struggled violently in Jian Wu's hands, and soon showed a near-nothing figure.

The black body that had been frightened, and his strength was destroyed, barely kept a breath.

"Leave me alone, all my treasures will be yours." The black body mourned, and at the same time, all the treasures containing great power were taken out of his arms and presented to Jianwushuang.

Aquarius gourd, octagonal 箓, black bronze mask, etc., just a little sweep, Jian Wushuang will understand this piece of treasure, and even weaker than the extreme ancestors in the divine universe!

But be aware that the Ji Dao ancestors only have seven handles, and this guy is now pulling out a dozen pieces of supreme treasures that are not much different.

Rao Yijian's concentration has been slightly shaken ~ www.readwn.com ~ As long as you let me go, these are all yours. "The black body trembled.

However, Jian Wushuang just glanced at him coldly, and the palm was suddenly forced, and the black source was fragmented in an instant.

The inky figure didn't even have time to start begging for mercy, and then completely disappeared.

Beyond the ancestral level of Yanxian Realm, he died in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

This is also the first Yan Xian who died in his hands.

As the dark body disappeared, the entire Tongtian Black Mountain lost its essence, eventually collapsed completely, and countless stones fell.

Spring and Autumn coming back from the shock, waved his hand to hold a space, blocking the stones, "Hurry on, this whole mountain is about to collapse!"

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