Legend of Swordsman

"I don't even have the qualifications to recognize the Lord. I can only stare?"

Many of the Kendo powerhouses around were weird when they heard this. A novel ≦≦≦ ﹤﹤ ≦≦ ＜＜﹤﹤ ≤ ＜

Jian Wushuang's words were obviously a mockery of Su Ming. After all, this Su Ming was in possession of the Heart Sword for thousands of years.

"It's so daring."

Su Ming's handsome face was faintly flashing with coldness, he stared at Jian Wushuang, "It's been a long time since nobody dared to talk to this seat, just say this to you, and you don't have to go today."

"Even if I don't say it, you're afraid you don't plan to let me go?" Jian Wushuang smiled sneerly. "Su Ming, it's all for this part, there is no need to reinstall it. I want to kill the sword, although I will Yes."

"Since you're so anxious to die, that seat will fulfill you." Su Ming finished, and an extra sword came in his hand.

The sword, the sword body is almost transparent, like a dream like fantasy, Su Ming holding this long sword like a dream, immediately there was a horrible sword sweeping out of his body.

The sword has two sides and is extremely dignified.

The sword devil's life is different from those of the Nanyu prince and the purple bell prince who have played against him before. Although the spiritual strength is still Xiaoyun Realm, and this destiny is only the level of the Baxiao Realm, he can be one of the nine monarchs of Divine Land. First, this fate has entered the threshold of the Tao.

Tao, that is the Supreme Way above the origin.

Once the threshold of entry is crossed, its strength will change dramatically.

"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man.

"Releasing the horse is like this." Jian Wushuang tightened his heart-struck sword, and the eighteen-foot-tall golden sword soul ghost image behind him also spread a grand atmosphere.

Su Ming smiled indifferently, and followed the dreamy long sword in his hand and chopped it out at will.

It really looks like a random sword, and it's still slow.

But when this sword was split, a colorful and colorful sword-like light appeared in the heavens and the earth.

This sword light is thrilling and fascinating.

Seeing this sword light, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but hesitate, and the picture before him had changed.

"Shuanger, Shuanger, save me, save me!"

The sound of horror echoed in Jian Wushuang's ears. Jian Wushuang looked at him, but now he was his indifferent father. At this moment, he was frightened and fleeing. Behind him was the grinning blood peak prince, holding Saber is hunting.

"Father!" The double-sided color of the sword could not help but change.

"No!" Jian Nantian made a terrible scream, and his body was split in half by the blood peak prince.

In this scene, Jian Wushuang's heart was cold, but he immediately came to the consciousness following Jian Wushuang.

"A mirage, a mirage!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

Jian Wushuang roared and roared at the bottom of his heart, gritted his teeth sharply, and tried to free himself from the illusion with the help of that sting.

And when his consciousness came back, he saw that the thrilling sword that had been cast out by the Soviet order had actually appeared less than one meter in front of him. At such a short distance, he had already done what he wanted to do with a sword No, I could barely move to the side.

The sword of Su Ming was originally directed at Jian Wushuang's head, but following the sword Wushuang's move, this sword light was rubbed against Jian Wushuang's ears and split on Jian Wushuang's right shoulder.

Wow!

Jian Wushuang's right shoulder was split open, and a huge sword mark appeared, and blood poured out immediately. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang's physical body was strong enough, otherwise the sword would definitely cut his entire right arm.

After a sword, Jian Wushuang also ignored the pain from his right arm and retreated sharply.

And that fate, still standing in the void, slowly withdrew the sword.

"Are you conscious? You can break free from my fantasy sworddo." Su Ming sneered and looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang at this moment is very heartfelt.

He never thought that this fateful sword art contained such a terrible illusion.

"Fantasy Kendo?" Jian Wushuang nodded secretly when he heard what Su Ming said.

It is indeed the Tao that trumps the source, and it is indeed terrifying.

The sword just now, if his response is slightly slower for the first half of a beat, Su Ming's sword may be able to directly hit his head, and the result ...

"My fantasy sworddo is quite amazing. Among the many princes of Divine Land, there are few who are qualified to take over my sword. You can bear my sword without dying. This alone is worthy of pride." So Ming said.

The sword has no two-sided dignity, and has not spoken.

"Mystery, win spirits!"

Spiritual Secret, since the footsteps of Divine Land, sword Wushuang has never been used.

This mystery is too heavy for the body. If it is not desperate, Jian Wushuang would not be willing to cast it. He has not been really dead for so long in Shenzhou. Until today, when he encountered this fate, he had to perform it. .

As soon as the magic of mysticism was performed, I saw a horrible engulfing force bursting out of Jian Wushuang's body and spread out around it. The sword of Wushuang's magic at this moment is the third volume of mysticism. The highest level of mystery.

Rumble time, the world shook.

The void where the sword is unparalleled has become a huge vortex, ruthlessly devouring everything in the heavens and earth, and the surrounding vitality from all things in the heavens and earth is rushing towards the sword unparalleled with an amazing degree.

The ground below, to the extent visible to the naked eye, began to dry up.

In the blink of an eye, within a few dozen miles of the circle, it had turned into a dead place.

This scene horrified all those Kendo powerhouses who watched the battle around.

"What a terrible way!"

"Hey, what's wrong with this?"

"How can the power of all things be transformed?"

These Kendo powerhouses all admired.

"Huh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sculpture of the worm." Su Ming sneered, unmoved.

Finally, the power of devouring has stagnated, and at the moment Jian Wushuang's breath has been elevated to a whole new level.

The third volume of mysticism, the improvement of the sword unparalleled, is the improvement of spiritual power, the improvement of power, which is enough to raise his strength to a whole new level.

Of course, the load on the body is also extremely huge.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were covered with blood, followed by a distant finger toward the void in front.

"Xiu Luo's secret technique, how to bridge!"

The horrifying power burst, and a huge and immaculate blood bridge appeared from the edge of the blood river, slowly extended to the end of the blood river, and Jian Wushuang stepped on the blood bridge. The blood surged, and a heavy blood armor appeared faintly on his body.

The breath on him also skyrocketed again.

Jian Wushuang glanced at Su Ming, and his body moved the next moment.