Legend of Swordsman

“There are no qualifications for recognizing host, only people who can blink?”

The many Sword Dao Powerhouses around hear this, and the complexion is weird.

Jian Wushuang’s words are obviously a mockery of Su Ming. After all, this Su Ming is the possession of the Slaughter Heart Sword for thousands of years, but the result is that the Slaughter Heart Sword recognizing host is not controlled.

“It’s so sweet.”

Su Ming’s face is faintly flashing on the face. He stares at Jian Wushuang. “It has been a long time no one dares to talk to this seat. Just rush to you, you don’t have to leave today.”

“I don’t even say, you are afraid that you are not going to let me go?” Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, “Su Ming, all on this part, there is no need to install it again, I want Slaughter Heart Sword, even though it is shot. Yes.”

“Since you are so anxious to die, then this seat will be yours.” Su Ming finished, his hands immediately out of the Blade sword.

The sword, the blade is almost transparent, dreamlike, Su Ming holds this dreamy long Sword, and immediately has a terrifying Sword Intent.

Jian Wushuang complexion is extremely dignified.

Su Ming, unlike Aristocrat Nan Yu and Aristocrat Zi Zhing, who had previously played with him, although Spiritual Power Cultivation Base is still Firmament Cloud Realm, and this Su Ming is only the Eighth Firmament Realm level, which can be Divine Region Nine Great. One of Monarchs, this Su Ming, has entered the Threshold of Dao.

Tao, that is the supreme way above Source.

Once you enter the Threshold of Dao, its Strength will change like Heaven and Earth turned Upside Down.

“Brat, are you ready to die?” Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang, who looked like he was watching a dead man.

“Let’s come over.” Jian Wushuang tightened the Slaughter Heart Sword in his hand, and behind him, the 18-foot tall Golden Sword Soul Phantom also spread the grandeur.

Su Ming smiled coldly, followed by the dreamy long Sword in his hand.

It seems to be a very random sword, and the speed is still slow.

But when this sword is thrown out, a colorful and dreamy Sword light appears between Heaven and Earth.

This Sword light is thrilling and fascinating.

Seeing this Sword light, Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but see the picture in front of him changed.

“Shuang’er, Shuang’er, save me, save me!”

The horrified voice echoed in the ear of Jian Wushuang, and Jian Wushuang looked over and found that his father, who had been indifferent and transcendent, was so frightened and mad at the moment, behind him, the ridiculous Aristocrat Xue Feng, hand-held The sword is chasing.

“father!” Jian Wushuang complexion can’t change.

“No!” Jian Nantian made a scream of screams, and his figure was actually given to the two half by Aristocrat Xue Feng.

This scene made Jian Wushuang cool down, and immediately followed Jian Wushuang.

“Fantasy realm, is fantasy realm !”

“Wake up, wake up!”

Jian Wushuang snarled in the bottom of his heart, slamming his teeth, and using the stinging pain to try to get rid of himself from the fantasy realm.

When he recovered his consciousness, he saw that the thrilling sword of Su Ming Display fully had already appeared in front of him less than one meter. So close, he wanted to fight the sword and already did it. Not enough, only barely moved to the side.

Su Ming’s sword was originally directed to the head of Jian Wushuang. With the move of Jian Wushuang, this Sword light rubbed on the ear of Jian Wushuang and squatted on the right shoulder of Jian Wushuang.

Hua!

Jian Wushuang’s right shoulder was directly opened, and a huge Sword scar appeared. The blood immediately came out. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang was physically strong enough, otherwise the sword could definitely smash his entire right arm.

After a sword, Jian Wushuang also refused to take the pain from the right arm and quickly quit.

And that Su Ming is still standing in the void, slowly recovering the long Sword.

“Is it a good idea, I can break free from my Fantasy Sword Dao.” Su Ming sneered at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang is very heartfelt at the moment.

He never imagined that this Su Ming’s Sword Art contained such a terrifying fantasy realm.

“Fantasy Sword Dao?” Jian Wushuang also heard what Su Ming said, and couldn’t help but secretly nodded.

It is true that the road above the Source is indeed terrifying.

Recently, the sword, if his reaction is slightly slower, the Su Ming sword is estimated to be directly on his head, and the result…

“I am Fantasy Sword Dao, quite amazing. Among the many Aristocrats in the Divine Region, I am qualified to take my sword. There are not many, you can be killed by a sword. It is already worthy of pride. Said Su Ming.

Jian Wushuang complexion dignified, never talked, but the heart has already run the Spirit Seizer Secret Art.

“Secret Art, Soul Seizer !”

Spirit Seizer Secret Art, since the footsteps of the Divine Region, Jian Wushuang has never been used.

This Secret Art is too heavy on the body. If it is not desperate, Jian Wushuang is not willing to display it. He has never been to the Divine Region for so long. He has never really worked hard until today. Come.

As soon as Spirit Seizer Secret Art was exhibited, I saw a terrifying devour of Strength from Jian Wushuang and spread out. Jian Wushuang is now the third volume of Spirit Seizer Secret Art, which is already Spirit Seizer. The highest level of Secret Art.

Rumble, time, Heaven and Earth vibrate.

The emptiness of Jian Wushuang seems to be a huge whirlpool, ruthlessly swallowing everything about Heaven and Earth, and the surrounding power from Heaven and Earth is rushing toward Jian Wushuang at an alarming rate.

The ground below, also at the speed visible to the naked eye, began to dry up.

In the blink of an eye, within a few tens of miles, it has become a dead place.

This scene has astounded the Sword Dao Powerhouses who watched the battle.

“Good terrifying means!”

“This, what’s the matter?”

“What is the use of Heaven and Earth for all things?”

These Sword Dao Powerhouses have all praised.

“Hey, such insignificant ability.” Su Ming was sneering and unmoved.

At the end of the day, the power of swallowing has stagnated, and at this moment, the spirit of Jian Wushuang has risen to a whole new level.

Spirit Seizer Secret Art Volume III, an upgrade to Jian Wushuang, is an enhancement of Spiritual Power, an upgrade of power that is enough to take his Strength to a whole new level.

Of course, the load on the body is also extremely large.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes are all covered in blood, followed by a emptiness towards the front.

“Asura Tactics, Bridge of Helplessness !”

The ter~terrifying power broke out, and a huge innocent blood bridge emerged from the edge of the River of Blood, extending slowly to the end of the River of Blood, and Jian Wushuang stepped on the blood bridge. There was a lot of blood in his body, and there was a bloody War Armor on his body.

The breath of his body has once again skyrocketed.

Jian Wushuang glanced at Su Ming, and his body shape moved in the next moment.