Legend of Swordsman

The emaciated old woman dreams that while she is floating, she also has Blade Jade Green long Sword in her hand.

The handle of this long Sword is extremely sharp, only to hear the sharp laughter in the strange mouth, her eyes have a strange light flashing, the next moment they see a body shape suddenly, even directly into dozens Road figure.

“this is?”

“Fantasy?”

“Amazing Secret Art.”

The Powerhouse around watching the scene, could not help but secretly horrified.

A person, at the same time turned into dozens of figures, these dozens of dreams, no matter the look of the same atmosphere, and both took the Jade Green long Sword to kill at the same time Jian Wushuang.

Dozens of figures appeared at the same time, and it was impossible to tell which figure was her True Body/this Venerable.

“Én?” Jian Wushuang complexion has also changed slightly.

The Secret Art, which was used by this dream, reminds him of Secret Art, which was used by Wu Dao to escape.

When Wu Dao escaped, he used Secret Art to transform into eighteen bodies and escaped separately.

However, Wu Dao’s Secret Art, created by Avatar, is used to confuse opponents and escape. But this dream is strange. The Secret Art he uses at this moment produces a lot of fantasy gods, also to confuse opponents, but she is Used to attack.

Dozens of identical figures appeared beside Jian Wushuang and came in from all directions.

“The ancient god Secret Art, Scorpio.”

With the low drink of Jian Wushuang, the vertical scarlet mark on his eyebrows was slightly cracked at the moment.

An upright, very strange Scarlet Pupil broke open in vain.

This Scarlet Pupil smashed a sly blood, sweeping through the front of the body.

“True Body/this Venerable again!”

Jian Wushuang immediately coagulated on one of the ‘dream geeks’, followed by the long Sword in his hand.

“Get lost!”

Jian Wushuang also burst into the mouth, this long Sword carries a terrible power, a sneak peek at True Body/this Venerable.

“what?”

The dream was a big surprise. Apparently, he didn’t think that Jian Wushuang could instantly distinguish her True Body/this Venerable. When she was furious, she immediately waved the Jade Green long Sword in her hand to resist.

With a sound of a cross-talk, the dream blame couldn’t help but suffocate, and the figure immediately receded toward the back.

“This Brat, I completely see through my True Body/this Venerable?” The dream monster was on the way to the explosion, and couldn’t help but be shocked.

“This Brat Strength is very strong, one-on-one, none of us are his opponents, let’s go together.” Yunfan said.

Knife sorcerer, dream blame are nodded, and immediately three figures are killed at the same time.

The light body size, even the Yunfan, which became the ancient god of silver, is only a little fellow in the face of Jian Wushuang’s fifteen-meter-high body. As for the knife and the stranger, it is even smaller.

The three shot at the same time.

And Jian Wushuang immediately gave up his Sword Art and his close-knit ability.

It must be borne in mind ,Jian Wushuang At the beginning of the Eighth Tribe’s underground palace bitter cultivation of the ancient gods, the three trials of the underground palace, the ground level, the heavenly test are aimed at siege and confession.

For years of bitter cultivation, his ability to besiege has gone far beyond the imagination of the Powerhouse parties.

Even if Jian Wushuang is faced with three opponents who are quite similar to him, he can rely on his own killing skills to entangle with each other for a long time, let alone the three, Strength is weaker than him.

That is the only Yunfan on the Strength that can be compared with him. Because of the serious injury that was previously suffered by Jian Wushuang, Strength was also greatly discounted.

Take an enemy three!

Jian Wushuang did not fall into the wind.

“This Jian Wushuang, too strong!”

“Yunfan, Knife, and the old singer have joined forces, but they can’t help him?”

“A terrible close-knit ability, his Sword Art is also very good.”

Sect Powerhouse, the parties around the game, were secretly amazed.

On the battlefield, Yunfan, the swordsman, and the old monsters were also shocked.

“His killing skills, good health!”

“How big is he, and the technique of killing is so powerful. It is obvious that Strength is not much stronger than the three of us. Can we completely resist the three of us with the killing skills and Sword Art?”

“It’s really Monster.”

“Knife sorcerer, dream blame, don’t waste time with this Brat, use the trick directly. If you drag it down, maybe the Xuan Yi Palace Master will come in person. If he is present, we will all have a chance.” Nothing.” Yunfan shouted.

“Good.” Knife and the old monsters are nodded. For the Xuan Yi Palace Master, they are also full of taboos.

“Remember, you can catch a serious injury, don’t kill him.” Yunfan said again.

“I still use you to say?”

Subsequently, the three directly applied their tricks.

I saw the sorcerer of the dynasty, the first one to step out, his face, the blue veins on his arm, and the complexion became very incomparable.

He held the knife with both hands, and the pace slammed forward, and an unusual terrifying breath condensed in his hands.

“Secret Art, Xiaolong!”

The sword singer screamed and the sword in his hand immediately slammed out.

Time, Heaven and Earth change color, everything is in a state of silence.

Everything around it was completely darkness, and in this endless Darkness, there was only this peerless blade that the sword lord took out.

“Én?” Jian Wushuang raised his head and dipped a trace with his eyes.

He can feel the tyranny of the blade of the sword lord. On the power, the blade of the sword lord, and even the strongest tricks before Yunfan is slightly stronger.

Obviously, the simple attack on power, in front of the three people, the knife is the first.

However, in other respects, this knife is much worse than Yunfan.

Blade light hit, and Jian Wushuang was just about to resist, but at that moment, the dreamy monster with its strange light flashed, but it was seen by Jian Wushuang.

“Secret Art, a dream!”

嗡~ An invisible Strength instantly covered Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang stood there, but at this moment he suddenly found that everything in front of him had disappeared.

Yunfan, the knife sage, the dream blame, and all the Powerhouses and representatives of the surrounding Sects have disappeared.

Only he was alone, standing in the vastness of the vastness of Darkness, the Darkness Boundless, and at the same time, Jian Wushuang had a voice in his mind.

This voice seems to contain magic, guiding Jian Wushuang to sleep.

“fantasy realm ?”

Jian Wushuang complexion was sinking, and he was already aware of it in the first time. Immediately at his eyebrows, the scarlet mark was opened again, and the scarlet eyelid that was standing upright shook a blood again.

Scorpio Secret Art, through all the reality and illusion.

If Culture is at its best, any illusion will be invisible in front of Scorpio Secret Art.

Now, although Jian Wushuang is only a recent introduction on the Scorpio Secret Art, it can still be broken by the illusion of this four-step Eternal Realm.