Legend of Swordsman

He did not intend to stop Jian Wushuang anymore, but to see what he intended to do.

As for the safety of Gongzi Mo, in the eyes of Di Qing, it can be almost ignored.

At the same time, the two Dayan Immortals joined forces and eventually defeated the black Wubao phase of Di Qing.

The dark power of Yanhe dissipated. One tall and two strong Yanxian still stood calmly, but the slightly undulating chest showed that it was not easy for them to win.

Di Qing was even more amused by this, "If you only have these strengths, let's go, guys who can't help themselves."

And the two Dayan Immortals, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.

"Now it should not be ours, but you. If Zhen Wuyang knows that there is a person close to the emperor in his heavenly domain, you will definitely not survive!"

It is said that the grin on the original face gradually became stagnant, and a pair of black and white eyes also had a strong killing intention.

"You dare to threaten me?"

"So what? As long as you continue to fight, Tianting will surely be aware of your existence. By that time, Zhen Wuyang will definitely shoot you to kill you!" , "For the sake of a son, it is not worth it to put yourself in."

"Only you can never compete with the whole heavenly court."

Yi Qingyue heard the colder his face, "I hate threats the most. Since you threaten me, you must be prepared to die before me."

"Relax, I promise to kill you first when Zhenwuyang is aware of it."

At the end of the speech, Yiqing stretched out his hand and provoked a long feather between the hair tips.

Then, a white Wubao photo that covered the sky and sun gradually emerged.

Compared with the previous black and white treasures, this white black is more tyrannical, with unparalleled beams of strong sunlight projected in its wide eyes.

"Chengqi!"

Yi Qingshen screamed, he did not intend to keep his hands, released the most tyrannical form, trying to suppress it directly.

The big fight starts again.

On the other side, Jian Wushuang got rid of Ti Qing's shackles and urged him to scold towards his son.

The son Mo, who had already killed him and put him into action, saw the sword Wushuang splitting half of the Xianzhou with his own strength, and he was shocked by the shock, and he directly stopped in the air, and then reversed. The figure turned back to the hibiscus tree.

"Want to go? Leave it to me!" Jian Wushuang drank coldly and reached forward with a hand.

The space immediately collapsed, and the ink of the son who was flying, suddenly staggered, and rolled directly out.

Taking advantage of this, Jian Wushuang equalized and suppressed him with a palm.

The rock rising from the ground nailed him firmly under the hibiscus tree.

"Let me go!" Gongzi Mo shouted in panic, "I will give you whatever you want, as long as you let me go."

Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed, and he drew up with a straight palm to make him shut up.

Then he reached into the arms of Master Mo directly.

But he didn't find what he wanted. There was nothing in him's arms. There was half a piece of sky-shaped bone armor.

"What do I want?" Jian Wushuangqiang swallowed his heart, coldly.

Gongzi's eyes were horrified, "Which kind of thing are you looking for? It's really in my arms. I haven't discarded it."

Jian Wushuang didn't look like he was talking in his eyes, and he searched again.

But the result was the same as before, and the sky-shaped bone armor was still not found.

"You lied to me?" Jian Wu's double-sided color was cold, and his raised palm burst into murderous air.

The son's ink surface is as dead as dust, he clearly remembers that after the jade bone armor was picked up by himself, he has never lost it in his arms, but how can it disappear now?

Jian Wushuang did not intend to kill him. In this case, if the required things are not found, he must get out as soon as possible to avoid being affected.

Just as he was about to leave an impressive lesson for his son Mo, he left a cold voice resounding from behind him.

"Boy, go die."

Di Qing's figure appeared quietly behind Jian Wushuang.

Then he extended a finger and touched the back of Jian Wushuang.

"Buzz!"

One finger with the general trend of black and white, from the back without any obstruction, blasted his entire chest.

Divine blood, Yanli, Xianyuan, are all broken at this moment.

Jian Wushuang's pupils were placed to the greatest, indescribable pain, with a blank of divine consciousness, which made him staggered, and then fell to the void.

Di Qing withdrew his palms, and the color of regret was flashed away, and his back turned back again.

The whole process was almost completed in one breath, and when the son Mo reacted, Jian Wushuang's broken figure was no longer alive.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He murmured as he sat under the hibiscus tree.

The entire Northern Celestial State has been completely chaotic, and all the top repairs and Yanxian that have not been affected have left in the first time.

And the guards who should have arrived in the first time, after seeing the terrible scene of the Dayan Immortal battle, all tacitly played and disappeared.

The entire Northern Celestial State is located in the most northern northern territories of Dasiyu, not far from Tianting.

So at this moment, what happened in the Northern Celestial State has not affected the rest of the sky.

...

On the broken ground still lingering with speckled black inflammation, a broken figure lay on his back.

The belly in front of him was empty, replaced by a big hole, and the fairy body was nearly broken by half.

This kind of injury, in exchange for the rest of Yanxian, is already too dead to die.

However, if you look closely, you can find that this figure, which should have disappeared, is full of the vigorous life that only souls have.

The broken fairy body is also repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immortal immortal body, even if the source of the fairy is broken, and the strength is scattered, but as long as there is a will to survive, it is enough to reshape. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

In the same way, this was replaced by the rest of Yanxian, who was supposed to have a deadly injury on Jianwushuang, not even a heavy hit.

His fingers moved slightly, and his blank consciousness slowly recovered.

Although the immortal immortal body is constantly recovering, the severe pain after trauma still affects him.

Above the clouds, a great battle still erupted, and the magnificent martyrdom exploded.

Jian Wushuang lay on his back, expecting to recover soon.

At this moment, a pair of white and tender feet tied with silver bells quietly stepped on the ground burned by flames. It seemed that the owners of these feet could not feel the heat.

The Luo skirt hanging on the ground was melting, exposing the bright and extremely pale skin of the calf.

In the end, the master of these feet came to Jian Wushuang and squatted slowly.

At the same time, a quaint and fissured gully was placed in front of him.