Legend of Swordsman

Looking at the dying, lifeless sky at the moment, Jian Wushuang doubts the authenticity of Chen Qing's words.

This is like the mysterious cave that remains the treasure, saying that it is a dead tomb.

Chen Qing scratched his head. "But after all, although it is not the same as the places where treasures are imagined, there must be some treasures hidden, which may be of great use to us."

At this time, Chunqiu's voice sounded, "Brother Chen Qing, are you sure this is the treasure in your mouth, not a battlefield?"

Jian Wushuang looked at the sound, and saw Chunqiu bent over and waved his hand, a large piece of dark brown soil was pulled away, and a broken treasure treasure sword was exposed.

I don’t know if it’s been buried in the ground for many years, but the treasure sword still reflects the coldness of the people.

But everyone's eyes looked down at the broken real sword.

It was a shining bone that had disappeared from flesh and blood. He even held the last posture of his life, holding a real sword in one hand and covering his chest with one hand, but his head was gone.

This is a white bone with the peak of Yanxian. Jian Wushuang determined at the first time that his fairy source was crushed by external forces, and even the same was crushed, as well as the real sword he stabbed before.

There is no other possibility to directly kill such a peak of Yanxian except Dayanxian.

Jian Wushuang seemed to feel something, and he also reached out and rolled up the layers of dark brown sand.

Next, a shocking scene appeared.

With the peeling of the dark brown sand, all kinds of treasures with broken handles and a terrible body were exposed to the air.

Looking around, there are hundreds of fairy bones!

There are so many bones just under the hundreds of thousands of feet of ground. Are all the bones under the ground that has not been lifted?

Only these exposed bones, Jian Wushuang glanced at them, all of them were Yanxian Realm.

How terrible should their opponents be so buried in so many Yanxian?

The fairy body of Yanxian, even if he died, has no possibility of becoming a fairy bone after several years, but now, these dead Yanxian have been transformed into fairy bones, which can be seen that their time of death is definitely more than It's been ten years.

One year is enough for one party to reincarnate ten times. Ten years can no longer be measured by years.

Everyone's complexion unknowingly thickened up. This is definitely not the so-called treasure place in Chen Qingkou's mouth.

It is an ancient battlefield, looking at the ancient battlefield!

"Here, wouldn't it be the true Wuyang emperor, when the big division was opened, the ancient battlefield left behind?" Chen Qing murmured.

But no one can answer him, all confused.

"Brother Jian, what shall we do, shall we leave, or shall we investigate?" Chunqiu asked.

Jian Wushuang waved those sands and buried the hundreds of fairy bones again, and then said, "Since we have come here by mistake, let's explore and say again, there is no longer any breath of spirits here. Big deal."

Chunqiu nodded and followed Jianwushuang so far. He has long believed in Jianwushuang's decision, and he firmly followed.

Immediately, he followed behind Jian Wushuang and walked forward.

Chen Qingxing was soaring, and from time to time he explored the places where there might be treasures.

Di Qing didn't say much. As Jiu Zhuan Dayan Immortal, he also realized that this side of the heavens had reached the point where he could no longer die, so he naturally followed Jian Wushuang to investigate.

Only Cui Jing, a man who lost his soul, apparently has not walked out of Sha Qing’s death.

The five figures, headed by Jian Wushuang, shuttle through this deadly sky.

The dark brown ground beneath your feet seems to have no boundaries, and it extends forward indefinitely.

This shows a dark brown ground, which is not the color at the beginning, but the color infiltrated by the blood of the **** blood and Yanxian.

Perhaps here, there has been a great ancient war, countless Yanxian, and even the great Yanxian died in this ancient war, and was eventually buried by the wind and sand, dead and desolate.

As we moved forward, some changes began to appear in the distant sky dome.

One after another, like a rift in the sky, tearing the sky dome, and at the same time there is a square column engraved with a mysterious ancient pattern, the broken wall, floating in the air still.

An unspeakable, ancient silence, ancient atmosphere, unconsciously suppressed in everyone's mind.

Looking at the quaint gravel distributed on the sky dome, Jian Wushuang began to build at the bottom of his heart, what happened in this war.

When the ground underneath was broken and cracked, the broken buildings finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

Chen Qing also became excited and his eyes became dignified. He has found that the site cannot be simply described here.

"Brother Sword, what would you say is this place?" Chen Qing asked, looking for an answer.

Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but his figure accelerated.

When there were faults and pits in the ground before him, he stopped and looked forward.

Looking around, everyone was horrified again.

I saw a broken, quaint, and broken hall suspended above the abyss on the broken ground in front.

Despite its brokenness and antiquatedness, it shows a trend of being intriguing.

Qingyun flowed slowly in front of the broken hall.

"Here, there is a heavenly court, the former shattered heavenly court."

Sword Wushuang opened his mouth slowly and firmly.

Chen Qing swallowed involuntarily, and agreed with Jian Wushuang's conclusion.

Only where the emperor once existed will there be a flow of emperor luck.

Right now ~www.readwn.com~ The giant palace floating in the abyss seems to have no other name to match its identity except the heavenly court.

The Grand Sovereign belonging to the Emperor Zhenwuyang had experienced the most tragic expansion in the early days of its establishment.

Countless Jinghong Yanxian, and even Dayan Xian, have participated in this ancient war.

No Yanxian knows how long this ancient war will last, because all the participants died, and those who did not die have become one of the elders under the Zhenwuyang seat.

But just the emperor who fell into the hands of Zhen Wuyang, never less than ten.

Only Jian Wushuang knows that there are four of them. They are Yang Jun, Su He, and Dao Gong, who are now in the bowl of the bottle, and the emperor of the Spring and Autumn Period, Fenghua Emperor.

At the moment, such a broken old court is likely to have been established by an emperor who was defeated by Zhen Wuyang.

"I really didn't expect that in this dead void, there was still a broken heaven." Jian Wushuang sighed softly.