Legend of Swordsman

Leng Rushuang smiled miserably, "I, respect his decision."

The King of Nine Tribulation took a step back and lost his soul. He never thought that Jian Wushuang would resolutely destroy his ancestors in such a fierce way!

The supreme luck belonging to the ancestor level is scattered in the world, and it is impossible to gather back.

Everything can no longer look back.

"Master, Daoyan, please stop." Daoyan knelt down to the ground, Daoyan wept.

"Earth God, why are you!" Blood Waves always wept, "Does the universe you have been sheltering cannot make you nostalgic!"

"Fuck! Fuck! The old man will go with you." The old blood wave did not hesitate to reach out to destroy the source, but they were held by Long Yan and Long Chi.

"No, there must be a reason for Jian Wushuang to do this, otherwise he has no reason to do so ..." Feng Qi slowly rose and murmured.

At the same time, King Nine Tribulation also recalled his previous conversation with Jian Wushuang.

One of the most critical words is Dayan Huan!

It seems that the King of Nine Tribulation realized that Jian Wushuang's dissipation of ancestors would be related to going to Dayanhuan?

The ancestor-level luck was returned to the heavens, and every half-ancestor felt that his own shackles began to loosen.

Daoyan supreme, straight into the half ancestor.

Everyone looked at the gradual faint body with red eyes.

In the hazy luck, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes hard, looked at all the old brothers who came out of the **** sea of ​​the corpse in front of him, smiled slightly, and finally dropped his eyelids.

The original thousands of strands of Huamang Avenue were added, and finally dispersed in the same way.

The ultimate ancestor of the universe no longer exists.

And Jian Wushuang himself felt extremely relaxed and ethereal.

At the same time, the divine power of the meridian Dantian in the body began to dissipate, replaced by an unknown energy.

That kind of energy, like clouds and fog, is majestic and magnificent.

That is-Yan Li!

It also belongs to the power of Dayanhuan, and is a sign of entering the realm of Yanxian.

When such energy is born in the meridian, it burns directly in the meridian, that is, even the soul can't bear the pain.

Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and behind him gradually began to have a virtual shadow being stripped out.

The past, formed by perseverance, mortal practice, and all of your own feelings, has become concrete.

The blood of the gods poured out from each pore of Jian Wushuang, and the white shirt was dipped into the blood coat, but he remained silent, peeling off his past little by little from the **** body.

It was the most glorious brilliance, different from the red sun of Dari, shining in the dojo.

A mud tire exactly like Jian Wushuang's twins began to take shape.

The dojo cracked over a large area and the clouds shrank.

When the big day above the sky reprojected the shining beam, everything fell silent.

The blood of the gods dissipated in the air, and the sword in the white shirt was sitting on the spot without any blood.

He opened his eyes reluctantly, and then passed out.

Behind him, a real image of Yingrun Huamang slowly opened his eyes.

The psyche at the beginning of the chaos slowly emerged, and the real shadow of the mud tire began to look at everything in front of him with ignorance.

Above the cloud top, everyone rushed forward, cold and frost like hug the sword Wushuang who passed away.

The Jiujiao Wang and others were shocked, looking at the real image exactly like Jian Wushuang.

"I'm hungry ..." Mud Tire opened his mouth and looked at everyone.

In the next moment, he was lying directly on the top of the cloud, and he was happily enjoying the cloud formed by the pure divine power.

"Here, this is Jian Wushuang?" Feng Qi was dumbfounded, looking at the guy who was lying on the clouds without regard to the image and biting the clouds like he was eating cotton candy.

"It's delicious, it's delicious ..." Muddies muttered while eating, like a child's heart.

Everyone glanced at each other, and then hurriedly welcomed Jian Wushuang into the Yunxiao Palace.

As for the real shadow of the mud tire, he was directly carried by the Nine Tribulation King on his shoulder and sent into the Yunxiao Palace.

In the Yunxiao Palace, looking at this real shadow that is almost equivalent to Jianwushuang, everyone looked at each other, no one spoke first, and all looked at him intently.

Jian Wushuang has been ushered into the inner hall by Leng Rushuang and Feng Qi and others.

Only this "Jian Wushuang" was sitting on the spot, grinning smirk ...

In the end, it was the tentative inquiry of the King of Nine Tribulation, "Are you a sword-match?"

Mud tires really giggled, "I'm hungry ..."

...

"What's your name?"

"I'm hungry."

...

After a series of questions, I only got the word "I am hungry". Everyone understands that this guy's intelligence is probably not much better than the baby he was born with.

For this guy who is stripped from Jian Wushuang, who is also helpless about this, only when Jian Wushuang wakes up, I am afraid there will be an answer.

In the inner hall, the young child was carefully stacking the pieces of ice on the extreme north on Jian Wushuang's body.

Feng Qiduan was sitting on the side of the bed, closing his eyes and realizing his vitality.

When she was in Cangwu Taichung before, she had imported most of her Fengzu ancestors into Jianwushuang's body. In a certain way, Jianwushuang's physical condition was the most clear except for himself, Fengqi.

The situation of Jian Wushuang at the moment is that Feng Qi is helpless.

Today's sword Wushuang is like a completely closed big cocoon that naturally repels divine power.

No one can see his condition, only to feel that his breath is stabilizing.

"Sister Feng Qi, what's the situation with Wushuang?" Leng Rushuang asked.

Feng Qi frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "The breath is stable. At present, there is no harm, but his road, I am afraid that he will never come back."

"Just survive, no matter what he becomes, I will always be with him." Leng Rushuang firmly said.

Feng Qi didn't speak anymore, and walked away slowly, his back as if he had grown old for a moment.

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When the last trace of divine power was expelled from his body, that vast expansive power finally filled up!

A mysterious realm is crowned in his body.

In the infinite darkness, Jian Wushuang's consciousness seemed to swim in eternal darkness.

The extremely strong weightlessness made him extremely uncomfortable.

It was like falling indefinitely, the ethereal voice ringing in his ears.

"Wushuang, you shouldn't listen to me."

"You will regret this……"

In the dark darkness of Jianhe, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and looked subconsciously at the darkness below him.

The one that exudes endless darkness is actually a pair of black pupils like black holes!

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