Legend of Swordsman

With a sword of hundreds of millions of miles, the power of Huanghuang poured out.

It is impossible for anyone other than Yanxian to be able to cause damage to either side of the world in this great Yanhuan.

Even Jian Wushuang, when destroying Jingchuan in the beginning, could only use the power of the Three Emperors to destroy it. This shows the difficulty.

What kind of existence is this sword capable of extinguishing hundreds of millions of voids?

"A bunch of guys who don't know the sky and the ground, do you know to protect the environment?" A very impatient voice resounded in the void.

Jian Wushuang gazed at the source of the sound, and saw a hazy figure standing far away, even if it was so far away, he could feel the pressure of a transcendental cognition.

However, this figure glowing dimly only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared directly.

"This is just a warning. If you dare to destroy anything and treat everything as nothing, then all will disappear."

The sound of prestige rang through the void, and it took a long time to disappear.

Such a terrible sword, such a mysterious figure, were just shocked and eventually disappeared.

Looking at this sword mark that ripped through the void of hundreds of millions of miles, all Yanxian twitched at the corners of their mouths, which was too domineering.

This sword of indiscriminate attack directly beheaded nearly 20 Yanxian. If it wasn't for the sword Wushuang's great attack, he would hold back the little emperor and retreat.

Recovering from the shock, looking at the dozen or so Yanxian left in front of him, Jian Wushuang's mouth sneered a sneer.

It was originally a one-sided suppression situation. Under the sword of the mysterious man, it was directly reversed.

With the addition of Jian Wushuang, Xiao Dijun still has six Yanxian, a ancestor level left, and only 12 Yanxian left.

He and Chen Qing alone can hardly resist the twelve Yanxian, not to mention the help of Xiaodijun and the thin purple robe?

The Yinrou Yanxian, who had no heart to fight anymore, shouted for a quick retreat after trembling, and he fled regardless of his preparation.

A very dark vine, as if growing from nothingness, quietly clinging to him with a rich death.

The void around him seemed to stagnate, and even the strength of the body was stiff.

The great terror between life and death made this feminine Yanxian horrified, "Come on, save me!"

But the rest of the Yan Xian who fled in vain, no one looked at him, all scattered in the void, disappeared.

What awaits him is an extremely horrifying God of extreme horror.

Yin Rou Yan Xian turned back hard, and couldn't even speak.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." The little emperor looked somber, holding a real sword.

He heard the words, boarded in his heart and rejoiced, his tongue was cut, and it can grow up to thousands of years, at least one life can be left.

Immediately, this Yin Rou Yan Xian sticks out her tongue, confusingly said, "More, thank you little emperor."

The blade was cut across, and a tongue was cut off directly.

He groaned, the blood spewed in his mouth, before he closed his mouth, another sword, directly pierced his face, and the terrifying diffusivity emerged from the blade of the sword, and the whole head and the fairy source were crushed .

Jian Wushuang stepped back half a step, frowning slightly.

This little emperor's heart is too heavy, so it can be seen.

Without the head and the immortal source of immortality, the fairy fell silently into the void of the void.

Throughout the void, only a few fragments of Yan Xian's remains remained floating silently.

When the real sword entered the sheath, the little emperor slowly turned around, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jian Wushuang.

Then he passed out directly.

The thin purple robe seemed to have been expected, hugged the little emperor, and ran straight to the unbroken imperial dragon.

Chen Qing smiled bitterly, "The old problem has been committed again."

Without any meaningless questioning, Jian Wushuang rushed to the other imperial princes with Chunqiu.

In this fierce battle, there were only three barely usable ten of the ten imperial battleships, but they were small ear-like beasts like dragons and sheep, with few casualties.

Chen Qing was lagging behind after waving his gloves, and then left to move on.

Halfway through the interception, there were only six people left, which is not terrible. If the mysterious man didn't cross his hand, I'm afraid that today would be another nine-death situation.

At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. How did he live to the present under the interception of layers?

Only Yuchun was traveling when Yuyong moved forward, sitting with Jianwushuang.

"I said Brother Jian, is there any hidden illness in Gongzi Yan? Did you see it just now? This is the second time." Chunqiu whispered.

Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then said, "Do not rule out this possibility. According to these three and five interceptions, it is already a miracle to survive."

Chunqiu heard the words and held his forehead with his hands. "I really can't believe it. I, who wanted to put him to death, stood on the same line with him at the moment."

Jian Wushuang smiled, "When the time is right, let's not leave too late."

"It can only be like this." Chunqiu nodded helplessly, and then whispered, "However, we know that he has a dark disease and it's easy to deal with. If one day he really wants to tear his face, he can also be hit hard."

He shook his head and stopped talking.

There was only a faint roar of wind blowing in his ears.

It was a journey of more than twenty days in a row, and there was no accident in the following journey.

The void that appears nothingness around is gradually being replaced by the sky filled with vast power on one side.

It is so rich that it becomes solid, and the breath of life is in the void.

Colorful shadows span across the heavens and set up on this side of the heaven.

Walking through this place makes people feel dreamy and relaxed.

Waving his hand to open the curtain in front of the window, after seeing this scene, Rao Shijian Wushuang all sighed.

The Nine-Fang Super Celestial Realm is in the form of a portal, setting off the center of the more vast heavenly court like the arch of the stars. Next, the unspeakable grand mystery.

"Brother Jian, this should be the heaven of the real Wuyang." Chunqiu looked solemn.

Immediately afterwards, there was an uneasy restlessness in the bottle-yang bottle. The stopper of the bottle was gently opened, and the voice of the three emperors rang loudly.

"What happened to Xiaoyou, how do I feel something is wrong here?"

"Why is this breath so familiar, it makes me inexplicably irritable."

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and whispered, "Three seniors, we should now enter the real court of Zhenwuyang."

"..."

"What? Xiaoyou, do you want to go straight to Zhenwuyang Laowo? The true shadow of this emperor hasn't been restored!"

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