Legend of Swordsman

At the same time, the ground was collapsing and a series of ravines began to crack.

Jian Wushuang and others in the chase also stopped their bodies and looked forward.

Among the countless fairy tombs, the one in the center of the eyes is several times larger than the ordinary fairy tombs, as if several peaks are stacked together, revealing unpredictable oppression.

The dream tapir was planted in front of this fairy tomb.

At this moment, along with the collapse of the ground, the fairy tomb also began to crack, apparently about to collapse.

"Go!" Zhao Ting was already extremely nervous.

Looking at this unpredictable scene, Jian Wushuang did not want to be suspected, even if he had to escape.

"I'm afraid I can't go away." Di Qingsheng sighed, and then looked behind him.

I saw the originally silent fairy tombs cracked one after another, and a fairy bone with no consciousness came out of the tomb, and the unsteady soaring to the void, blocked the way of several of them.

"How is it possible." Looking at this scene, Jian Wushuang was a little unbelievable.

The owners of these immortal bones have long since died many years ago, and can no longer die. Both from the immortal source and the immortal body, they have dissipated and do not have the conditions for recovery.

Even if they were guarding the Heavenly Court of Emperor Liuyao, the fairy bones of the three Dayanxian were also allowed to continue to guard because of a certain obsession.

But right now, these fairy bones, who are still in the fairy tomb, are all recovering, and they are surrounded by layers, never less than thousands.

"Only killed." Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, and an invisible long sword had condensed in his hands.

Di Qing was also ready to respond, and a pair of golden eyes began to surge.

With a sigh, Zhao Ting drew a slender straight knife from his waist to prepare for the response.

More and more fairy bones crawled out of the fairy tomb. They were unconscious but all came together.

Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated, a sword slashed out, the unmatched sword burst into the immortal bone.

Jianyi pushed flatly and emptied a large area in an instant.

There is no fairy source at all, and fairy bones without consciousness can easily cause damage.

"Infinite quantity!" Di Qing also drank with a deep voice, and a black ebony phase emerged from his back, and then faced up against the mountain-like fairy bones.

The North Celestial Territory was trembling, countless fairy tombs were damaged, and the fairy bones fell into the ground like rain.

However, this is just the beginning.

The largest immortal tomb in the center was finally broken. At the same time, thousands of treasures emerged from the tomb and stirred the sky dome.

A figure as high as several feet, wearing a rotten robe, walked out of the fairy tomb.

There was a whisk behind his back, and a thin sword in the palm of his thin, black hand held a real sword.

His cheeks are yeah, his ruined and pale skin can see the bones inside.

His eyes were shrivelled and equally gray, without any breath.

Various signs indicate that this old way of carrying the dust and holding the true sword of Baoguang has already disappeared.

A type of ancestral art power Tianmen, cleared hundreds of immortal bones in front of him, Jian Wushuang looked dignified at the figure coming out of the immortal tomb.

The old figure gave him an extremely dangerous atmosphere. He could naturally detect the dead air that flowed around the old figure, but the more so, the more vigilant he must be.

Once obsessed, even if you become a bone, it is quite terrible, and this old way of knowing how many years the body disappeared, is definitely several times stronger than the guardian bone in front of the Six Raven Emperor's Heavenly Court.

Di Qing's eyes were also dignified, because he also sensed a dangerous breath.

The northern chaos, which was originally chaotic as the battlefield, suddenly died for a moment, and everyone looked at the front.

The old man who carried the dust and took the Baoguang True Sword took a step forward, and then reached out to remove the dust behind.

The voice of the old man followed, "I walked out of Huang Quan, perturbed the banner and summoned the old ministry to wipe out all the enemies in front of me!"

He said, waving his hands to whisk the dust, and the whole North Heavenly Territory became turbulent again.

Flicking dust seems to have a magic sound, swaying to every fairy tomb.

At this moment, the originally crushed and crushed fairy bone slowly creeped and re-condensed, and at the same time, thousands of fairy tombs cracked, and a fairy bone came out.

There are five thousand immortal bones, and five thousand immortal bones that belonged to Yan Xian during their lifetime. Even if they were dead, they still carried an unparalleled trend.

Lao Dao holds the real dust sword, and his shriveled and pale eyes are gradually filled with scarlet scarlet.

"Jian Feng pointed out that my old part will be suppressed!"

He pointed his sword forward, and the sharp blade pointed at Jian Wushuang and others.

In an instant, the immortal bones, which were originally unconscious, seemed to get some kind of induction, all like floods, surrounded from all sides.

Jian Wushuang led the sword and used it directly, the first form of Xinghehuhaijianyi, Xing.

Jianyi cut straight forward, with an incomparable trend of violently tearing the fairy bones, and at the same time, Jianyi Mang pillar broke out completely, almost emptying one side in an instant.

Di Qing is also not weak at all. It belongs to the strength of Jiu Zhuan Dayan Immortal. On the collision of the immortal bones, it is almost as easy as dying. His strength has reached the apex.

The two joined forces, and all the fairy bones could not step forward, let alone close.

Seeing this scene from afar, the scarlet eyes moved slightly, and he waved again.

With the waving of the dust, countless broken fairy bones began to re-coagulate, they are mixed together, and gradually condense a party of thousands of miles of fairy bones!

The phalanx is so powerful that it has already taken shape and wrapped the swordsman and others in it.

Countless masterless forces, violent and disordered, rose from the fairy bone formation, as if they were huge white bone palms, constantly pulling them.

Jian Wushuang's heart was in crisis, and he didn't want to cut a sword above the magic circle under him.

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The swallowed fairy bones are more and more, and the fairy bone array becomes stronger and stronger.

At the same time, the old man holding the real dust and Baoguang real sword appeared in front of the magic circle, and then he held up the real sword with enthusiasm in his hand and suddenly stabbed into the magic circle.

This sword went straight to the beginning of Qing.

His golden eyes were dignified, and then he shot to resist.

"Buzz!"

A Hong Zhongdalu-like Shen Shengche was thorough, taking a serious step back, and at the same time Jian Wushuang also shot, he relayed, and the invisible real sword was cut in the palm, in order to resolve that terrible sword!

The two swords are opposed to each other, and half of the sword intention has been offset by Yiqing, and then they are rejected by Jianwushuang.

The fairy bones fell silent.

Retreating to the right palm of Qingqing slightly trembling, I saw that between the right palm he resisted, it was already bloody!