Legend of Swordsman

It can represent the black mountain crystal, and it is inseparable from this thing. The Yanxian of the entire real Wuyang seat under the sky, and even the Dingxiu, know that there is only one person-Xiaodijunzizi Yan.

At present, in this northern Celestial State, there are several paving places selling black mountain crystals, which seems to be doing some subconscious momentum.

Jian Wushuang has been consciously aware of the undercurrent of the calm lake.

"This time, I'm afraid our whereabouts will be more secret. Let's stay close to Gongzi Mo first." Jian Wushuang whispered.

Chunqiu glanced at the young monk who was packing away, "Is there something happening?"

He shook his head, and then said, "The current situation is unknown, follow him first to find out."

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded. At this time, the young monk had already packed it up, but instead of leaving, he carried his hands and toured with great interest in this heavenly city.

The three of Jian Wushuang also kept a certain distance, and explored his whereabouts.

The young monk, with a floral bag on his shoulders, dressed in a decent but decent gown, seemed to travel a long distance and came to Xianzhou to experience the pilgrimage.

Jian Wushuang was 100 meters behind the young monk, watching his every move with his consciousness.

But this situation did not last long. Soon with hundreds of cranes coming suddenly, the mighty flying over the sky from the top of the head, disturbed Jian Wushuang's eyes.

After the immortal crane soared away, there was still a half shadow of the young monk in front.

The heart said badly, Jian Wushuang looked behind him, Chen Qing and Chunqiu grasped each other's heart, and each of them walked towards different rushes.

The disappearance of this young monk's body means that the clues are interrupted. In this sensitive season, Jian Wushuang will never allow a half spread.

The three figures were traced in different directions.

The soaring roof repairs gradually became sparse, and the spring and autumn rushed forward along a street.

At the same time, the pavilions on both sides of the road began to blur.

The anxious spring and autumn, completely unaware of the changes that occurred around him, when he suddenly burst into a crisis, it was too late.

A broken flower wide cloth suddenly strangled between the neck of Spring and Autumn from behind, and then an irresistible momentum came.

Suddenly hit by this, he was so dark that he almost passed out, even if he wanted to move his finger.

And the figure holding the floral broadbuller to hold the neck of Spring and Autumn is the young monk who disappeared before.

At this moment, he only has a sharp killer in his eyes, an unprecedented huge force of coercion, which can never be controlled by the ancestral top repair.

One hand controls Spring and Autumn, the other carries the palm of the general trend and points like a knife, without hesitation to his origin.

However, at this time, the change is steep!

"laugh--"

The sound of gold and iron clashes resounded, and the enchantment laid by the young monks shattered, and a little cold light came.

The young monk was aware of this scene, and the palm that was originally intended for the origin of the spring and autumn changed suddenly, and the momentum of the force was directly blasted forward.

The two collided, sending out an emptying shock that canceled each other out.

A middle-aged figure with a vicissitudes face appeared later, holding an invisible sword and staring at him sharply.

The four eyes met, and the murderous opportunity that broke out in the eyes of the young monk soon disappeared, and then suddenly threw Spring and Autumn past, taking advantage of this empty space to escape directly.

Jian Wushuang reached out to catch Spring and Autumn, gazed forward, and did not catch up.

"Cough, Brother Jian, you saved my life again ..." Chunqiu clutched her neck and her bluish-purple complexion gradually recovered.

Just in the short confrontation just now, Jian Wushuang judged that the other party's strength was absolutely impossible, and it could never be the ancestral realm seen before.

If the young monk is determined to fight, I am afraid that he will also be hit hard.

At this time, Chen Qing also came and saw this scene and quickly asked, "How did you catch that guy?"

Jian Wushuang shook his head, "I'm afraid we will have some changes this time."

"Can they be the eagles under the son's ink seat?" Chen Qing frowned.

"If the eagle dog under the ink master is okay, he is afraid, he is not." Jian Wushuang said slowly.

Chen Qing reminded, "Brother Sword, let's get out of here first. It wouldn't be great if we bumped into Master Mo's men."

Jian Wushuang nodded. At the moment, they are already at the top of a fairy mountain far away from the sky city.

The young monk seemed to have a certain kind of magical power. When the scenes in the eyes of Spring and Autumn were already blurred, he was actually lured out of Tiancheng.

If it were not for Jian Wushuang to feel that his breath was moving away, and to rescue him in time, Chunqiu would never survive.

The three bodies then left without leaving any traces.

After Jian Wushuang decided to stay close to Gongzi Mo, the three of them stayed in a heavenly city in the northern Celestial State.

"Brother Sword, otherwise during this time, we will first find out where in the Xianzhou your son is. At that time, you won't be unprepared if you hit him directly."

In a Xianfu Pavilion, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting against the window, was quietly listening to Chen Qing's lonely complaint.

At the end, he said lightly, "Let's wait a while, let's not go to the town to kill my son, if we have a choice, try not to fight."

"That being said, I am afraid that I will enter the palace of Gongzi Mo, and I have no choice." Chen Qing sighed.

Chunqiu clutched his neck and said, "No matter what, you must be careful. I also feel that we are not quite flat this time."

The three of them were talking, the ground quietly rolled up a dust of dust, and then the seven bodies were dressed in caskets, wearing Doujia's figure, and stepped into this Xianfu pavilion in turn.

Jian Wushuang's gaze also locked these visitors for a moment.

Looking through Dou Li, he saw that these seven old customers were dressed in middle ages ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, all of them were middle-aged, with indifferent dull eyes in their eyes, as if everything outside was not related to them.

After entering the Xianfu Pavilion, the seven old guests did not stay much, but walked to the top-floor compartment to rest.

"Don't say that these undressed hats are dressed in style, and they have a sense of independence in the past." Chen Qing looked at the back of the old customers and analyzed.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, his eyes were already attracted.

He saw that the old guests in the clothes, under the clothes, all had a kind of secret aura of extreme sharpness.

That kind of unique sharpness, only Jian Wushuang can perceive it keenly.

"All good swordsmen, interesting ..."

An old guest headed, it seems that all induction, very secretly cast a glance in his direction.

The four eyes are opposite, only for a moment, the old customer withdraws his gaze, and then all the seven figures disappear into the compartment.