Legend of Swordsman

The black robe Yanxian's eyes narrowed, and the murderous intention revealed, "Old fellow, you will definitely die today!"

"If you are brave enough, just come and take it. Although the old man's strength is declining, but crushing you is just like crushing a group of bed bugs."

Without speaking again, there were twelve Yanxian left. At this moment, all of them were dispatched, and all the terrifying Yanqi, which was enough to control one side of the heaven, was poured over.

Jian Wushuang frowned, with his current strength, crushing the ordinary three or five Yanxian is not a problem, but now there are twelve Yanxian joint shots, unless the three emperors are called out, they have a Count one, no one can escape!

But the Three Emperors are now his last life-saving cards, and in this eerie wave of Dayan at the last moment of life-threatening, Jian Wushuang will never show anyone.

He is confident that he can escape even if surrounded by so many Yanxian, but Xiaodijun and others may never escape.

With all his palms, the more vigorous force directly forced the nearly 100 ancestors in front of him, headed by Jian Wushuang, and began to flee to the gateway to the heavenly city!

Chunqiu also evoked an eight-armed rage at this time. Under each wave of repression, there were several ancestors who could not dodge it!

At this moment, the little emperor, a pair of cold eyes like blood dripping, and his pallid, bruised face turned red.

The large number of people in this siege and the high level of it are obviously really running to kill him!

A dead fight is inevitable, but his end seems destined.

Along with a dark purple horror force rising, the thin black robe hunted around the purple robe. Between his palms, countless purple mansions connected to each other, turning into a longest straight knife.

One of the most common straight swaying waves made the earth instantly cracked, and a tremendous stilt burst out with a breath of destruction, bursting out of those top repairs.

There is no sound, even with every death of the top repair, no one made a sound, and some are just the tragic situation of fighting.

This is a team with clear goals and strict discipline. It is hard to imagine even Jian Wushuang, who can have such a great energy, organized such a team led by nearly 20 Yan Xian, over a thousand ancestors Team.

Is it an emperor? !

There is no answer, the sword Wushuang at the moment is like a ranger swordsman without emotions. Every time the invisible long sword is swung in his hand, he easily harvests several ancestral lives.

And after having an eight-armed glare, Chunqiu's strength soared, barely able to wander in the encirclement.

As for the little emperor, as his face became more red, his strength decreased at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. If it were not for the protection of the thin purple robe, he might have already died in the surrounding circle.

The twelve Yanxian, all surrounding the little emperor at this moment, apparently ran as long as he lived alone.

Jian Wushuang, not far away, looked back subconsciously at the most previous paving. The mysterious guardian of the extreme did not know when it had disappeared, and no trace of it was left.

With his hand, he quickly rubbed the day pattern bone armor, and Jian Wushuang quickly inserted it into the bowl-yang bottle.

At the same time, the voice of the tall and thin old man passed into his ears from the bowl of Yang, "Little friend, but what trouble are you having? I waited to feel that the outside world was not weak."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and used his consciousness as a voice to pass into the bottle. "There is no major problem for the time being. I am confident that I can leave this place."

The three emperors heard the words, and after a reply, everything was calm again.

The sky city in the Chuan Tianyu began to collapse in a large area. Such a terrible battle has already recruited law enforcement in this heaven.

Nearly one hundred strong physiques in embroidered robes came from all directions.

As the first middle-aged man in Yanxian Realm galloped forward, he was stopped by dozens of ancestors.

One of the ancestors faintly showed a golden seal, urn said, "Idlers retreat."

The middle-aged man's gaze was calm first, and then there was no sign of a violent murderous attack. A beam of diffusive force slammed into the front, directly smashing the ancestor-level into powder.

"Idlers retreat? I came here today to ask for your life!"

Shen Shen's voice fell, and hundreds of embroidered robes soared into the sky, suddenly joined the battle.

A total of five Yanxian, when they joined the battle, the pressure on everyone was relaxed.

"Little Emperor, Chen Qing is late, and he hopes to forgive sins." The middle-aged man held a fairy-like sword around his sword, tearing it apart and came to the front of Little Emperor.

The little emperor smiled miserably, "Okay, it's not too late, this Jingchuan is so big, only you will come to save me."

A sword flies to several ancestors, Chen Qing also looks dignified, "they may have a bitter feeling."

Without speaking again, Xiaodijun looked not far away. He was struggling to encircle the sword Wushuang who had torn open a mouth.

He, who had been silent for a while, seemed to have made a choice in his heart, but did not choose to leave.

With a fierce rush from the bottom of my heart, Xiao Dijun's frowned brows suddenly sharpened, looking at the top repairers who were like the sea, he smiled somberly, his palms quietly surging a dark purple flame.

A realm of dark color spreads around him, and every inch of the earth swallowed quickly and madly.

Innumerable pavilions have turned into powder in this eccentric field, while the rest of the black robes in this field have been repaired, only to feel the darkness in front of them.

Seeing this scene, the thin purple robe covered with blood was a pity in his eyes.

In his own field, the little emperor seems to have returned to its original appearance, and the state of a peak of Yanxian still seems to be climbing.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were real, and his eyes were fixed. He could feel that the realm of the little emperor seemed to break through the layer of shackles in the middle of the world, and reached another unbelievable point ~ www.readwn.com ~ The long hair truncated to the shoulders is dancing in the wind, and the golden and silver lines depict the luxury hunting of the mountains and rivers.

With a lightly pointed point, the space would be shattered, and the nearest Yan Xian, who hadn't even reacted yet, suddenly shrunk into a mass of chest, and then even with the body's origins vanished.

One finger kill!

Therefore, people have their eyes widened and it is unbelievable. With just one finger, a Yanxian will disappear. How terrible will this be?

Chunqiu don't look away, he thought back to the past.

In the old days, the old man who had been serving him, as in this scene, was smashed into the fairy source, and he died together with the heaven.

With the one-finger killing Yanxian, the little emperor Junsen cold eyes stared at all the top repairs in front of him.

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