Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang didn't know when to appear, his figure stood in the void, and Hua Mang overflowed from his fingers, like the sand, scattered throughout the whirling sky.

The people who were struggling to resist only felt that the pressure on the whole body was relaxed, and the almost shocking eight-arm anger was actually stopped at this moment, and then the eight arms closed and the four eyes closed.

"Why, what's going on?"

Chunqiu was puzzled at first, and then looked at the Wushuang sword that stood on the void, and the golden sand-like Huamang surging around him, they all understood.

Jian Wushuang has already given him a kind of strong image in the invisible form, trying to turn the tide and keep everything in his mind.

The last one who can give Chunqiu such a sense of centering is his emperor Fenghua.

With the stagnation of the eight arms, the entire whirling sky fell into a verge of collapse.

The shattered bald-headed Luohan was blown up, his eyes wide open, and he looked desperately at Jian Wushuang.

Although Yanxian Realm, as long as the breath is endless, it is close to immortality, but he is horrified. He feels that everything in his body is quickly dissipating, like being stripped by some kind of supreme energy.

Slowly spit out a muddled breath, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then he captured the bald-headed Luohan's head in his hand.

The great horror between life and death made his teeth tremble, and even the words were incomplete.

"Yan, Master Yanxian, please let go ..."

Jian Wushuang was obviously too lazy to talk nonsense, if this bald-headed Luohan had not been able to wait for the robbery, then there must be no such series of things.

This is the end of the matter.

Two fingers outstretched in the middle of the face of the bald-headed Luohan, a domineering energy that could not be overcome at all shattered his source.

"Do not……"

The ugly head is fragmented, which occupies the entire whirling ancestor, and eventually dies in Jian Wu's hands.

In order to prevent him from dying, Jian Wushuang used the magical power to completely wipe out the world with hundreds of millions of miles of whirling sky, and wiped out any breath that might be revived.

At this point, on the premise of not hurting other creatures, most of the whirling days have been reduced to death.

As the bald-headed Luohan fell, the shocking eight-armed eyes did not disappear, but turned into a slap-sized painted pottery, and fell into the hands of Jian Wushuang.

Stretching eight arms, staring like a bell, it was a bit ugly ...

Falling from the void to the ground, Chunqiu came forward excitedly, "Brother Jian, great!"

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and threw the palm-sized colored pottery to Chunqiu, "Send you."

"What's this." Chunqiu caught it in a hurry and fiddled with it curiously.

As soon as the bald Arhat died, his disciples who were originally scattered as birds and beasts were wiped out by Jian Wushuang.

As soon as he jumped onto the deck, Jian Wushuang returned to his old position on the bow and began to sit up.

Zheng Ying glanced at his back, then walked back to the ship.

In the battle in the whirling days, the team with a large number of people left only less than twenty people, and more than half of them were killed in the sea of ​​the giant sea.

And this turbulent voyage is about to come to an end.

Through the whirling world, continue to move forward, within a certain period of time, the mysterious Zheng Ying, quietly disappeared again.

Somehow, Jian Wushuang was unable to say anything about this woman who had become a mystery.

As the waterway approached its end, one side's immense and magnificent heaven and earth replaced the previous waves.

The mysterious atmosphere also relieved Jian Wushuang's vigilant heart.

From time to time, Yan Xian, who rides a fairy crane, leaves a splash of white on the sky. Various extreme forms seem to constitute the main color of this great Yan Huan.

After several years, the ship finally sailed to the end-Jingchuan.

This is a majestic super heaven. It is rumored that this was a dojo without the understanding of a king of God. It was full of strength, but it was immortal.

Looking at the several giant ships driving in the giant sea, the top repairers have already been surprised and not even curious.

Swimming across the river, several giant ships entered one after another, and at this time there were dozens of black shirt Yanxian coming out of the sky.

The thin purple robe immediately threw a pale gold seal from his hands and fell into the hands of the first person.

After counting the interest, the head of the black shirt Yanxian flicked, and the sky door constructed by Yunwu Yanli opened.

"It's finally here." Chunqiu stretched out a long lazy waist, and his eyes glanced forward subconsciously, his figure suddenly stunned.

Jian Wushuang also frowned.

I saw that after the heavenly gate of Najingchuan, a body dressed in extravagant clothes, with a slightly scattered figure on his face, stood there as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing the giant ship arrive safely, the little emperor smiled and jumped towards the deck.

"Have seen the little emperor." The thin purple robe carrying more than ten purple robe kneeled down on one knee and returned to life.

"Great companion is accompanied by labor." Xiaodijun nodded his head, Yanli turned into a breeze and lifted the thin purple robe and others, and then he turned his attention to Jian Wushuang's body.

"Good job, what do you want? Goddesses, exercises, heaven and earth?" Listed dozens of them one by one, he waited for Jian Wushuang to reply.

"Fifty years." Jian Wushuang said something unintelligible.

The little emperor smiled, "70 years."

Jian Wushuang acquiesced, and then said, "Since there is nothing wrong, I will go back to sleep."

"Don't worry, you should haven't been to this place before, and I'll take you here for a turn. It's not too late to return." Little Emperor finished his words and didn't wait for Jian Wushuang to answer, so he carried his hands. Youyou hurried to Jingchuan.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, then said to Chunqiu beside him, "You are waiting for me here, and I will go back when I go."

Chunqiu glanced around and quickly shook his head, "Forget it, I'm still following Brother Jian, we can take care of each other."

Jian Wushuang didn't say much, and his figure moved forward.

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Just a glance, there are dozens and hundreds of ancestors.

In terms of ancestry, Jian Wushuang had a brief discussion with Chunqiu not long ago.

There is no such thing as an ancestor in this great Yanhuan, but it is replaced by Yanjing.

In other words, every ancestor in this great Yan Huan is actually called Yan Yan.

At the same time, the ancestors of these dynasties who belong to the ancestral class are slightly less powerful than the ancestors in the divine universe.

And this half of it belongs to the great luck of the road, which can not be copied and is unique.

Going side by side with the little emperor, he laid his feet in front of the portal of the river, and marched on this reckless and vast plain.

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