Legend of Swordsman

The ten-day deadline has arrived, and Heaven’s Vault Territory parties Sect Powerhouse have left Everlasting Life and Death Territory.

The ancient gods who swayed in the Tianzhu Mountains also gathered together to return to Tribe.

Many ancient gods gathered together, headed by Gu Heng, but at this moment Gu Heng, complexion is extremely ugly.

“Jian Wushuang?”

“Where did Jian Wushuang go?”

Gu Heng is low.

Jian Wushuang is extremely special in the ancient gods. When he left, the wing had been passed by, and the safety of Jian Wushuang must be guaranteed.

Now, all Clansmen in the Tianzhu Mountains, except those killed by those outside the world, have all gathered here, but Jian Wushuang has disappeared.

Is it difficult for Jian Wushuang to die in the hands of those outside the world?

“Gu Heng Lord.” Gu Yang came to Gu Heng at this time and took out a Command Token. He said: “This was not given to me by Jian Wushuang not long ago. Let me give it to you.”

“Command Token?” Gu Heng complexion sinks, connects to Command Token, and browses the message inside.

“Leaving? Going to the Human Race Territory? Also said that it will be back in a thousand years?” Gu Hengyi’s eyes widened, followed by a smile.

Jian Wushuang is a free and easy walk, but with this Command Token, he is afraid that it is difficult to explain to the old wing.

……

Outside the Everlasting Life and Death Territory, the lush ancient forest.

Above the void, the Powerhouse and the Discs of Heaven’s Vault Territory’s parties Sects stepped out of the Space Wormhole and gathered here.

In less than half a day, the Sect’s Powerhouse and Disciples gathered together.

Among the Sects in the field, the Powerhouse complexion of the two giants, Cloud Sea Asgard and Promise, is obviously not very good-looking.

“Good guy, Cloud Sea Asgard and Promise Mozong, this time has fallen so many people?”

“I remember that there were a total of fifteen Powerhouses that entered the Everlasting Life and Death Territory before the Cloud Sea Asgard, but now there are only seven who are alive and out?”

“The same is true of the Promise of the Promise, and half of the Powerhouses that entered Eternal Realm were dead.”

“Hey, what are the two giants who have encountered inside?”

The Powerhouses around Apex Sect are secretly stunned.

During the Everlasting Life and Death Territory trip, Sects were more or less lost, but most of these losses were still accepted, and the worst was Cloud Sea Asgard and Promise.

They entered the Eternal Realm’s Powerhouse, and half of them died inside.

As for the immortal dynasty, although it is not as bad as Cloud Sea Asgard and Promise, it still has four Powerhouses, two of which are in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

“Bastard, our secret gathering point in the Tianzhu Mountains, I was told by the devils!” Cloud Sea Asgard camp, the Grand Elder Yunfan complexion is cold, and the eyes are also shining.

Cloud Sea Asgard and Promise Mozong, this time was a big loss.

But this loss, they can only recognize, can only blame their bad luck, but did not think of other people, not even think of is Jian Wushuang.

Just then, in the huge Space Wormhole above the void, a vast expanse of light followed, followed by a body shape that ran out of the Space Wormhole.

“Is the person of Ancient Gate?”

“I don’t know about Ancient Gate. This time, no Powerhouse died in the Everlasting Life and Death Territory.”

Sect Powerhouse, the neighboring parties, immediately looked at the people at Ancient Gate.

When you see a lot of nine Palace Masters, such as the Palace Master, and they appear in front of them, these Sect Powerhouses can only secretly sneak.

Obviously, there is no loss to Ancient Gate on this Everlasting Life and Death Territory trip.

However, the Powerhouses present at the scene quickly noticed the black robe who was carrying the long Sword standing beside the ruined Palace Master.

The breath of this black robe youth, awesome, is just a Heavenly God.

“Well, Heavenly God?”

“this person?”

“He, he is…”

Everyone looked at the black robe that was carrying the long Sword.

The Powerhouses, including the three giants, and even the discies, have solidified their eyes on the black robe.

The eyes of these Powerhouses were also from the beginning of the doubts, to the strange, to the horror, and finally some people in the venue were caught in a shock.

“Sword, Jian Wushuang!”

I don’t know who was the first to exclaim.

This exclaimed, the time is like a bang in the clear sky, directly in the minds of all people.

“Jian Wushuang! turned out to be him!”

“A hundred years ago, the Jian Wushuang who shocked the entire Heaven’s Vault Territory and was accepted as the Direct disciple by Xuan Yi Palace Master?”

“He, shouldn’t he die?”

“How is that possible? He is is that possible?”

“This, this Impossible!”

Everyone was shocked.

Even the Eternal Realm Powerhouses that were present were mostly experienced by heavy winds and heavy rains, but now I can see that Jian Wushuang has reappeared in front of them. Everyone has widened their eyes and can’t believe what is in front of them. It is true.

In their view, Jian Wushuang, who should have died a hundred years ago, is now in front of them.

“Jian Wushuang, he didn’t die?”

Cloud Sea Asgard, the immortal dynasty, the Promise of the Promise, the Powerhouse of these three giants, are also all in one head.

If the only one who likes Jian Wushuang’s favorite is not surprised, it is the silver-haired old man of Jiutianmen.

In the Everlasting Life and Death Territory, this leaf saw the scene of Jian Wushuang killing the dark, and the appearance of Jian Wushuang would not be unexpected.

Just as everyone was horrified and shocked, Jian Wushuang’s gaze also looked around. He was deeply immersed in the surrounding air, his face showing a comfortable smile.

“A hundred years old, it is finally out.” Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but whisper.

For a hundred years, for him, it can be very long.

Although the ancient god Clansmen is very good to him, and he does have the ancient god Bloodline, however, he is born in the Human Race Territory, Human Race Territory, is his root.

“These people…” Jian Wushuang’s gaze swept through the surrounding figures, and the expressions on the faces of these people were all in his eyes.

“It looks like everyone is very surprised.” Jian Wushuang coldly smiled.

“Don’t ignore them, we will leave directly.”

The ruin of the Palace Master lowered the voice and said that after the ancient Palace’s many Palace Masters along with Jian Wushuang, they planned to head toward the Ancient Gate.

But they just got ready to leave…

“Slow!”

A low drink, reverberating in this world, followed by a figure is also in vain in front of Jian Wushuang and others.

This person, Tong Yanhe hair, bare feet, the breath of the body, is far from covering everyone present.

“Jian Wushuang, I am so anxious, where are you going?”

When people come to open, the sharp eyes directly cover Jian Wushuang.