Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang gazed at him, "Young Master Mo, he can't die now, and the news of his death pattern is broken."

"Isn't Laozizi's bone-shaped armor more important than life?" Chen Qing was also anxious. About the kind of breath in the temple, he was more clear than Jianwushuang.

It was because of his clarity that he wanted to prevent Jian Wushuang from dying.

"Of course, life is not important," Jian Wushuang smiled, "but this is the best situation right now."

At the end of the speech, he went straight forward, without fear of the chaotic collapse of the temple.

"Brother Chen Qing, might I be afraid?" Chunqiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, and then caught up with Jianwushuang without hesitation.

"Who, who is afraid, this small scene can deter me Chen Qing" Chen Qing anxiously, then clenched his teeth to keep up.

In the chaotic temple, the top repair and Yanxian are continually dying, the ground is completely collapsed, and the entire temple is in a shaky state.

The seven bodies are like seven rocks, and no Yanxian can shake them.

A sword penetrated the cheekbones of the face, and the son Mo, who was nailed to the temple chair, stopped howling, grasping the blade tightly in his hand, and pulled the entire sword out of his head.

At the moment, the ink of the son, the entire left face was replaced by a huge blood hole, and even one eyeball was broken.

As the son of the emperor of the entire Grand Sovereign, he had suffered such a terrible humiliation.

"Kill me kill them and leave no one behind" The sound of crying blood resounded, and the black robe that had saved his life before bowed his head respectfully, "Yes, five sons."

Stepping out, Wan Jun's supreme power swayed, letting the already fierce killings stop.

The black robe stretched out the old palm and slowly pulled down the hood, revealing an old face full of folds.

"Bring the head on, I will let you die, otherwise you will have to be humiliated." The ancient voice echoed from the mouth of the black robe.

Behind him, there is a dim black light wheel.

If Jian Wushuang is here, you will find that this black light wheel is exactly the same as the light wheel behind the elders you saw in the heavenly court.

This is a sign of the complete transition from Yanxian to Dayanxian.

The seven figures did not seem to be shocked by a Dayan fairy.

There were two figures on the spot, arms shook and a light wheel floated behind.

Another two great Yanxian

It was originally planned to go forward and try hard to repair and Yanxian. After seeing this scene, all of them consciously took a step back from the battlefield.

"It's really generous. I say why you are not afraid. It turns out that you have already made full preparations," the black robe showed in the old-fashioned eyes, and he was not afraid. "With me in, you can never hurt the five sons."

With a cold snork, the young guard who exposed the realm of Dayan Immortal took a step forward, his palms coming.

A blow completely out of the strength of the immortal, the cover hit the black robe.

The black robe resisted and sent shock waves.

Under these shock waves, even the giant pillars in the palace were fragmented by the impact, and even Yanxian could not stop.

Gongzi Mo was directly flew out, and he was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. He watched with only one eye left, as if looking for something.

At the first moment of the outbreak of this war, the silver bell snuggling beside him disappeared without a trace, as if there had never appeared.

"Five sons, run fast, run fast" The white robe Yanxian who has been closely following the son Mo appears in time, dragging him and preparing to escape.

The son's ink was unnoticed, and his ugly face was expressionless. "You said, it was the son's correction, or the other brothers want to kill me."

"Don't think about this first, hurry to heaven." Bai Pao Yan Xian was also scared by this scene.

The assassination of the two Dayan Immortals, such terrible handwriting, I am afraid that this entire Division has no power to come up with, but now it has actually appeared.

"The young man corrects, must be the young man correct, I want him to pay for his life." The youngster Mo burst out loud, his breath rising at an incredible speed.

The two Dayan immortals in the second town and the first one, while watching the son Mo still not dead, waved his palms, and the remaining five bodies were enlightened, and they ripped open and surrounded.

Even the master son Mo grasped and realized a fairy style, which had no effect on the situation at hand.

When the venomous snake behind exposed its fangs, everything was too late to recover.

The white robe Yanxian who was standing in front of him even had time to reach out and resist, and the next moment it turned into a powder.

The son was stunned, facing the figure that was about to come around, motionless.

At this moment, a physique carrying the general trend, moving clouds and riding the wind, rushed into the hall at an unimaginable speed.

No one noticed the scene of the five figures that surrounded the son ink.

At first, a tall, thin figure holding a real sword did not stab at his fairy source in the slightest amount.

Abnormal change

The tall, slim figure only felt a heavy kick kicking behind him, and then the whole person flew out.

A kick will encircle a gap, and Jian Wushuang picks up his son's ink and moves back without any stay.

Seeing the other four figures, they all stretched out their hands and held them in the air.

Jian Wushuang only felt a tight chest for a while, and the speed of his retreat slowed down for a moment. He didn't think about it. He directly condensed an invisible sword in his right hand, and cut off the invisible breath that trapped him.

"Chasing" the five people broke off in unison and rushed towards Jian Wushuang.

But with the majestic sword intention, it surged from behind the sword Wushuang, like the big river and the sea, and pushed directly to those five bodies.

"I said, can you change your goals, like me?"

With the left hand holding the sword and the right hand holding a pair of ear flasks, Chen Qing's free and easy figure was blocked in front of several people.

"Go away" all five physiques pounced on him~www.wuxiaspot.com~Chen Qing broke into a sigh and led the sword to fight.

After a moment of breathing, Young Master Mo looked at the ordinary guard with heroes in his face, and inexplicably felt a familiar breath.

Looking at the undeserved son Mo in his hand, Jian Wushuang directly pressed him against a giant pillar with one hand, and then pulled out a dense pattern of bones with sky patterns from his arms.

"Give me this kind of thing."

"Why, what?" Young Master Mo looked at the sword Wushuang who wasn't a good man, and then looked at the sky-shaped bone armor in his hand, inexplicably familiar.

"Don't play tricks on me, give this thing to me, I will spare you a life, otherwise, I will rush to crush your fairy source before they want to kill you." Jian Wushuang's voice was cold and cold. .

Inexplicably, the son hit a chill, and his strong desire to live made his memories of the past gradually come to mind.

"This thing, I also seem to have a piece in my arms."