Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang's divine strength is tens of thousands of times greater than that of Master Ling Ling. At the moment, under the blessing of the primitive universe, the gap between him and Master Ling Ling has reached an incredible level!

"Has it been enough?"

Jian Wushuang spit out these five words.

"I......"

Ling Ling's face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.

"Now that you've played enough, can you say it well?"

Jian Wushuang's expression was calm, and he released his five fingers holding the flame gun.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Puppets, who was too late to pull back, was too late to react, his body fluttered, and he almost fell from the air.

The Lord of the Puppets, who clenched his flame gun again, grinned again on his face.

"Huh, you took my holy ground, and now you are so embarrassed to tell me, do you want me to speak well?"

"If you want this suzerain to speak well, then take my first move!"

"Mystery, Qi Mei really fire !!!"

Ling Ling shouted loudly, his hands were fierce.

Suddenly, the flame gun disappeared and turned into a golden flame.

As soon as this golden flame came out, it suddenly seemed to burn the sky, turning the entire sky and the earth into a sea of ​​fire!

The sword unparalleled under this sea of ​​fire is like a flat boat in the sea of ​​anger, as if it would be swallowed by the sea of ​​fire at any time.

"go to hell!"

The Lingzhu Lord smirked, and his hands were torn again. Instantly, this golden flame turned into a lifelike golden fire dragon, each scale was shining, and the flames stepped on his feet.

"go with!!!"

The Lord Lingling yelled and pushed forward fiercely. Instantly, this golden fire dragon arrogantly screamed at the sword, biting at the sword!

"Stubbornness."

Jian Wushuang shook his head. He wanted to use Wu Crying God to smash this fire dragon, but it seemed like he had thought of something. Instead of pulling out Wu Crying God Sword, he turned his right hand and a bronze ancient tripod appeared Out of his hands.

The bronze ancient tripod was repressed by Jian Wushuang's divine power. The original mighty horse has been restored to its original shape, like an iron golem of Hei Buqiuqiu.

"Just try your might."

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, grasping the bronze ancient tripod and throwing it forward, he immediately smashed towards the fire dragon in the proud world.

However, in order to be afraid of this tripod, Jian Wushuang directly smashed the Lingzhu Lord into ashes and controlled the power, and only used less than 10% of the power of the bronze ancient tripod.

Hey ~~! !!

I saw the bronze ancient tripod suddenly turned into a parabola, and hit it fiercely on the mouth of the fire dragon formed by the seven fires!

Huh! !!

There is no obstacle at all, just like a sledgehammer hitting tofu. This mighty fire dragon was directly smashed by an inch, disintegrated, and turned into countless beach flames!

This is not over yet. After the bronze ancient tripod smashed the fire dragon, a twirling spin, smashing again towards the Lingzhu Lord!

"What is this stuff??"

When Ling Ling's face went blank, he saw a black iron golem that rushed out of countless Mars, constantly enlarging in his pupil!

哐 当 ~!

In the end, the bronze ancient tripod drew a radiant arc to the extreme, and hit him straight on his forehead.

"What did I smash?"

This is the last thought that flashed in the mind of Lord Lingbi.

Immediately, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

call out.

The unconscious Spirit Lord, fell to the ground and raised countless dust.

"Holy Lord!"

"How dare you kill the Lord ?!"

Suddenly, countless disciples of the Holy Land and Elder Jiufeng who watched the battle yelled.

It was just that they were full of embarrassment and impetuous appearance, but none of them dared to step forward, but actually faced Sword Unparalleled.

Jian Wushuang seemed to be ignorant of them, and did not care about them, but looked at the bronze ancient tripod, and frowned, a light flashed in his eyes.

This is the first time he has used this bronze ancient tripod to face the enemy. He has tried his best to control the strength of the bronze ancient tripod, and has only used only 10% of the strength of the bronze ancient tripod itself.

I didn't expect that even if it did, the sacred body of the Lord of the Gods would be nearly collapsed, and the spirit was directly occluded under severe blows.

This is an invincible master!

If he used the innate air in the bronze ancient tripod, would the power still be available?

"It seems that the strength of this bronze ancient tripod is far beyond my imagination."

Thinking of this, Jian Wu's eyes flickered, and his thoughts were full of moments.

After a moment, Jian Wushuang stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, and the majestic power poured out, and the bronze ancient tripod was captured back, and it was collected into the ring.

"Don't worry, you Lord is fine."

Jian Wushuang lowered his head and gave a glance to everyone in the Holy Land Holy Land,

Seeing Jian Wushuang's eyes, they shuddered in their hearts.

They just finally saw it clearly. The thing that did not slip away and smashed the suzerain turned out to be a bronze ancient tripod!

A tripod?

This is too fierce! !!

...

One month has passed.

In this month, Jian Wushuang did not leave Ling Ling Holy Land, but quietly waited for Ling Ling Holy Lord to wake up.

For Jian Wushuang, the Holy Land of Sacred Gods, although it is just a common force that can be destroyed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, but he has never acted in favor of others. He said before that he would pay resources to make up for the spirit. Sacred place, then he will naturally say it.

At the seventh peak of Ling Ling, there is a cliff overlooking the entire Ling Ling Holy Land.

Jian Wushuang sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, silently comprehending the avenue.

The master of my heart respected and respectfully stood behind Jian Wushuang like a servant.

Since Jian Wushuang defeated Ling Ling Master a month ago with a trick of bronze Gu Ding, she was completely convinced by Jian Wushuang.

"Don't abandon your Lord, Lord Lord has awakened this morning."

Gong Xin dominated complimently.

Jian Wushuang's back was dominated by Xin Xin, nodded when he heard the words, and stood up.

"Okay. Let's go and see him."

"Yes!"

After a while, Jian Wushuang saw the Lingzhu Holy Lord in the Sovereign Hall of the Lingzhu Holy Land.

The sober Lord, who was awake, was still weak, although his body was still full of cracks, but his face had recovered a lot.

However, he was like a frosted eggplant, with a weak expression and a low sigh, as if he was aging for decades.

He looked at Jian Wushuang who stepped into the hall step by step, his anger on his face had disappeared, and it was replaced by helplessness.

"Sir, you have already taken the innate fire, and I am not your opponent. What else do you want to do? My temple is small and I can't stand it."

The Lord Ling Ling said helplessly.

Jian Wushuang heard a smile and said, "Sir Lord, don't you worry, I just came to pay you compensation."

"make up?"

He was still frustrated, like the holy lord who frosted the eggplant, and suddenly came to spirit, his waist was straight, and his eyes shot bright.

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