Legend of Swordsman

Su He looked at the tall and thin old man again, "If it wasn't for Yang Jun who sensed the treasure's breath, it would be impossible for Xiaoyou to take out the Boyang bottle."

"Then you would like to talk about, where did he get this bowl of Yang bottle?" The old man of Weiyi questioned.

The three looked at Jian Wushuang at the same time.

Jian Wushuang thought about it for a moment, and then he will fight Yan Xian in Montenegro roughly.

"It turns out that I knew that Xiaoyou would never be able to be with the dirty old man. It's all Dao Gong's stupid thing that mistakes me!" Gao thin old man said angrily.

Elder Weiyi also anxiously said, "You simple guy, just wait for the trap."

"Dao Gong," Su He suddenly said, solemnly, "We have already stepped through the step of loosing, what can we lose now? If we give up this opportunity today, it is truly loosing."

The noisy three suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke anymore.

For a long time, the elder Weiyi suddenly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, tell us how to act!"

Jian Wushuang twitched his mouth slightly, and then let Chunqiu take it out before he left.

"You only need to cooperate with me to save an image in this mirror."

"This kind of thing is of course the first of Dao Gong to come first, he pretends to be the best."

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After another in-depth discussion, the two recommended Dao Gong, almost causing the three to fight again.

After reluctantly persuading Weiyi's elders, Chunqiu held up the mirror and began to record images.

"Start."

Jian Wushuang held up the invisible between his hands, and then cut his head towards the old man of Weiyi.

However, the two only went back and forth for ten rounds. The old man of Weiyi directly wailed and dissipated the real shadow automatically.

"Stop, stop, no, it's too fake, let the **** little emperor know it's fake at first glance." Chunqiu shook his head, "To highlight the most tragic scene, but also express the most sincere emotion The kind that resonates. "

The old man of Weiyi emerged, nodded thoughtfully, and then started a new round of performance.

Then, under the sky dome of this ten thousand eyes, such a strange scene appeared.

A figure is holding a mirror and looking at angles to record the effects. There are two protagonists, demonstrating the tragic scenes over and over again, and two old men standing outside the court, pointing from time to time ... …

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"Little Emperor, there is news in Tianxuan Mirror."

In the gigantic palace with lights and candles, the figure in luxurious clothes slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a picture appeared in the sky mysterious mirror suspended in the air.

I saw that in a world of mad sand whimpering, a black robe was holding up the invisible sword in his hand. As he moved forward, the vast sword intended to directly smash the mad sand from the encirclement, bombarding the unrelentingly in a tall and thin old man Body.

Even the sky dome was broken, and the true shadow finally disappeared in the infinite sword.

Seeing this, the little emperor had already sat up from the Chinese bed, and his enigmatic eyes revealed a meaningless look.

"How is it possible, who is this guy? Even he can easily beheaded ?!"

"Ma'am, did you find the news I asked you to find?"

A thin purple robe quietly appeared in the void, "His Royal Highness, has been found, this origin has become a mystery, there are two people who were unintentionally found in the deep mountains, when they found it, the breath was very weak, and there was no trauma on the body, except Otherwise, there will be no news. "

The little emperor heard the words and frowned, which was obviously not the answer he wanted.

Then he turned his gaze to the sky mirror, silently.

"Is the origin a mystery, good, I want to dig out your identity little by little."

In the middle of the world, when Su He, who had a strange double pupil, was cut under the sword by Jian Wushuang, this acting award, which lasted for several months, was finally declared over.

Facing these three living treasure old men, Jian Wushuang only felt that his head was all in a circle, far more painful than going through a hundred battles.

Chunqiu wiped a virtual sweat on his forehead, and solemnly handed him the inverted mirror.

"It's finally alive, this emperor can finally leave here with a big swing." The tall, thin old man was excited.

The old man of Weiyi snorted, "shake it, do you want to drill the night pot?"

"Don't make you look like that."

"Well, finally admitted that the bottle is a night pot?"

"you……"

Jian Wushuang quickly waved his hand to stop, "Everything is over, please leave with me."

The three stopped the new round of scolding.

Then the tall and thin old man took the lead in solemnly arching his hand, "Yang Jun thanked the little friends here."

The elder Weiyi then said, "Dao Gongxiong thanks Xie Xiaoyou."

The old pupil with double pupils laughed, "Su He and others, thank you all."

After saying this, the three figures turned into three golden awns and fell into the bottle in an instant.

Feeling the shock from the bottle, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, finally cleared.

"Let's go, now that Ten Thousand Eyes have been wiped out." Jian Wushuang looked at Chunqiu Road.

In the spring and autumn, my heart was surging. From the beginning, I embraced the mortal mentality into this ten thousand eyes. Until the dramatic end now, everything is too mysterious and coincidental.

Clearing Wanmutian means that he can already end his long dark prisoner career and be able to return to freedom.

But then, there was another nervous anxiety rising from the bottom of my heart, and Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with some anxiety, "If, I mean if, then the little emperor will turn back, what should I do?"

Slowly spit out a murky breath, and a ray of golden awns emerged from the depth of Jian Wushuang's pupils, "If he turns back, I will drag him back before he dies!"

The endless dimness dissipated, the whole Wanmutian began to be clear and clear, the river began to emerge from the ground, and countless trees and vines began to grow crazy.

Looking back at the last cleared world, Jian Wushuang disappeared in its place.

In front of the bronze giant palace in Yunding, the two figures fell quietly, and then stepped forward.

The gate of the Bronze Giant Hall opened, and in the middle of the hall door of the hundred-foot high UU reading book www.uukanshu.com, there was a frail body.

Little Emperor seems to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the figure in the square in front of him, he smiled slightly, "My partner, please come and meet us, our guests."

After speaking this sentence, the little emperor turned and entered the palace.

The thin purple robe walked up to Jian Wu's two sides and reached out to ask for something.

Jian Wushuang squinted at him, then walked straight into the bronze giant hall.

The rich musky scent with a mild fishy smell no longer exists, and it is replaced by unknown fragrances.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, and walked inwards, followed by spring and autumn.

For Spring and Autumn, the little emperor is like a nightmare.

He will never forget that the day the Heavenly Court was destroyed, a purple robe appeared.

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