Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 4718: ? Before the banquet

Jian Wushuang looked at it for another four weeks before he finally settled in.

From the past of the divine force universe, he became an immortal from the ancestor level.

However, with the strength of his Yanxian Realm, during the several years after he entered Dayanhuan, he did not meet the time of life and death.

Even Juhai Tianzhang and the whirling ancestors of Wootian did not give him a real fear of life and death.

Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that it would be the watershed to really take that step out of the realm of Yanxian.

Not long after sitting in Dingwu, he seemed to realize something again, and reached out and walked out of the arms without the word.

Turning over the first fifteen pages of the book full of small prints, Jian Wushuang's gaze stayed on page 16, but there was nothing but blank.

"Shouldn't it, I was talking about Chen Qing with the sword just now? Why is there nothing in this book?"

With a somewhat skeptical attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer the battle memory in the consciousness out of a ray.

The wisp of consciousness soon sank into the pages of the book.

Without disappointing Jian Wushuang, this consciousness of cloud smoke began to be written directly, and the regular small prints appeared on the blank pages.

And this time the writing speed is extremely fast, almost tens of breaths, and I have all finished writing.

The number of pages has changed from the original number of pages to a thin one.

"No, Chen Qing's kendo, there are so few places to write?" Jian Wushuang was a little unbelievable, quickly looked through it, and after confirming that there was really only one page, some could not laugh or cry.

But then, a more mysterious scene appeared, that Chen Qingjiandao, which was originally only one page, disappeared line by line!

It's like there is a pair of big hands in the midst, which is erasing.

"No, no, what's this operation?" Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, "Wouldn't this Jianji despise Chen Qing's kendo, so it was erased again?"

Without an answer, Jian Wushuang could only watch Chen Qing's kendo, and disappeared completely.

"It's a really weird sword collection." He looked at the lone book in his hand and at the same time thought that if he meets a guy like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn't he be able to print it and steal the teacher?

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. This sword set is simply the ultimate treasure. The predecessor who created this sword set is probably an interesting guy.

After personally collecting the sword set, Jian Wushuang took the seat.

For five years, for him, it was not even as long as the fishing in the Yunxiao Palace.

He strives to adjust the dynamism and state to the peak state in these five years, in order to deal with everything that happens next.

The Bo Yang bottle was also opened, and the three emperors just returned to the bottle and fell asleep after wandering around in a small orphan day.

Everything was spent in gentleness, Jian Wushuang did not know what was waiting for him next, and was forced to accept it.

Undercurrents often seem to be calm, undercurrents surge.

Five years, but flashed away.

When Jian Wushuang's hairs rushed out again, the Xuanhe streamer transformed from Yan Li re-emerges, and Xiao Gutian's enchantment is opened.

The little emperor who had disappeared from his extravagant clothes was replaced with a kimono symbolizing the emperor.

On this dark golden monastery, each stroke of the needle threading depicts mountains, rivers and lakes, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.

And on its collar, two dark-eared symmetrical thin-eared animals were inlaid with dark gold thread.

This kimono made the little emperor lose a little bit of the charm of boys and girls, and a little more hero and martial arts, but the pale paleness on his face could not be concealed.

Behind him, stood nearly a thousand figures.

"Little Emperor, I'm going to invite Brother Sword to come." Chen Qinggong shouted, and then suddenly stopped when he set off.

"You are waiting here, I can just go there." After leaving this sentence, Xiaodijun went to the depths of Xiaogutian alone.

A little envy appeared in Chen Qing's eyes, "Brother Sword is really awesome. I haven't seen one person with this treatment for so many years.

The thin purple robe slightly raised his gaze, looked at Xiao Dijun's distant figure, and dropped his eyelids again.

Seemingly, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting in Wuwu, slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure coming.

"Brother Jian, Gongzi Yan came to visit." Xiao Dijun smiled and stopped on the square.

Spit out a muddled breath, Jian Wushuang stood up and nodded, it is considered to have seen.

Looking up and down at the swordsmanship, the little emperor said with interest, "How is the recovery?"

"Not bad, when will you leave?"

"All ready, just waiting for you."

Jian Wushuang nodded, and Chunqiu also walked out of the palace and stood behind him.

When he was about to leave, Xiaodijun suddenly stopped him, then stretched out his hand and stuffed a set of clothing to Jianwushuang.

"Put it on, the group of embroidered ladies in Dasiyu tailored it, it's not bad."

Jian Wushuang was quite helpless, and was not easy to attack, so he had to rush into the palace and change his clothes.

A moment later, the sword that changed into a long suit with silver silk embroidery thread on its front appeared.

Although he was extraordinary and handsome in the clothes, it made him feel uncomfortable, which was far less comfortable than the black shirt ranger.

Little Emperor's eyes showed satisfaction, and then turned to open the way.

"Brother Jian, I don't see it. You are not much worse than the emperor." Chunqiu looked up and down at Jianwushuang, and envy flashed in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, this dress doesn't suit me very well." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, quietly loosened his belt, and then stepped forward.

Chunqiu scratched his head. "It's really a bit like my emperor's figure. It's really strange."

He would never have thought that this young man beside him, who was silent and quiet but seemed to have an inexhaustible story, was once a cosmic god.

A total of more than a thousand ancestor-level top repairers, twenty Yanxian, condensed in the void ~ www.readwn.com ~ At this moment, the real fangs that he has been hiding have been revealed to Jian Wushuang.

Outside of the Six Heavens realm, in the emptiness of Dasiyu, the little emperor's rare and calm gaze slowly swept over the figure standing in front of him.

And at this moment, the entire big Siyu's void began to scream.

A monster that Zun Wushuang had never seen stepped on the moving clouds and came by the wind.

Such strange beasts, such as dragons like sheep, with curved corners and thin ears, are engraved on the body with golden scales, and they are quite mysterious while they can't tell the weirdness.

A total of twenty strange beasts and ten imperial garrisons reach.

On top of each imperial dragon, there is a banner engraved with Yan characters.

For a long time, the little emperor's calm but full of prestige's voice resounded throughout the entire division.

"Everyone, with the son of Yan, go to heaven and go to the banquet!"

Please remember the first domain name of this book :. 4Fiction website mobile version reading URL:

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like