Legend of Swordsman

“Ask who?” asked Blood Lingtian.

“Sorrowful Lord.” Jian Wushuang said.

“Is he?” Bloody days are different: “Junior brother, plain no reason, what do you ask him to do?”

“It doesn’t matter, I killed his Senior brother two days ago, and now he has already come to me.” Jian Wushuang bittered laughingly.

“Is it like this?” The bloody sky sank, seriously said: “I have heard that this bitter Lord has a Senior brother, as if it is called Dao Lord.”

“The bones of Dao Lord and the sorrowful masters are indeed the same, and their Sect was destroyed a long time ago. The two of them are the only ones who survived Sect, and the two players are good. They all became Dao Lord, but a long time ago, they didn’t know what was going on because of the facts. For so many years, there was no contact, so the outside world knew that they were the senior brothers, not many.”

“But how to turn your face again, after all, is the Senior brother, and it is no wonder that this bitter Lord will come to you.”

“Junior brother, you can be careful with this bitter Lord.”

“This Old Fogy character is so weird and strange. I have always been my own way. Although I have been with him as the Lord of the Nether Temple, I have seen it several times, but I have no friendship with him. With his temper, even knowing you. It’s my Junior brother, and he won’t sell me the slightest face.”

“And, this Old Fogy Strength is not weak, especially in terms of close combat, it is really strong. Among the 18 Lords, you can definitely rank second. Even if I am close to him, it will be It’s quite passive. If you play against him, don’t forget to let him close.”

“Is the close-up killing strong?” Jian Wushuang eyebrow raised a little, “I understand, many thanks Senior brother.”

“You and my Senior brother, you don’t have to be so polite. I believe that with your ability, you should be able to get rid of this Old Fogy, but still try to be careful.” Blood Lingtian again shouted.

“Én.” Jian Wushuang ordered nodded, but then interrupted the communication.

“Jian Wushuang, what’s the result?” Emperor Xiao saw a few people at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang is grinning. “Let’s go, let’s go to the hard-working master.”

After that, Jian Wushuang plunged directly away from Imperial City, and several people from Emperor Xiao naturally followed up.

From the big bang, Jian Wushuang saw the figure standing quietly in front of the sky at a glance.

This person, obviously a Middle aged man, is even quite handsome, but his hair is white, just like the Old man.

The most striking thing is his pair of eyes, deep sorrows, glare like gems.

“He, is the Lord of Sorrow?” Jian Wushuang’s eyes narrowed, and he could feel the unique temperament of the bitter Lord.

This temperament, ethereal and free, the same temperament, Jian Wushuang only encountered in his own Master Xuan Yi, but Xuan Yi is more temperament than this bitter Lord, it is detached.

Beyond the world everything.

That kind of temperament is that this bitter Lord can only look up.

“Jian Wushuang, I have seen the Lord of Sorrow.” Jian Wushuang gave a slight salute, and the voice was also humble with a trace.

“You, is Jian Wushuang?”

The nephew of the sorrowful master also looked over to Jian Wushuang, and the faint light in the scorpion solidified on Jian Wushuang, seemingly to see Jian Wushuang thoroughly.

“Bone silence is the Senior brother of this seat. Although he has done a lot of wrong things, even if he is dead, it is difficult to redeem his sin. But even if he wants to kill him, he has to be personally handed. When is it your turn to live? A junior of no more than two thousand years?” The voice of the Lord is cold, with a trace of anger.

“Sorrowful Lord, the bones of Dao Lord are standing in the camp of the three major countries, and I am the Eastern Lands of the Great Tang camp. The two camps are enemies. He is provocative before the Imperial City. I kill him. That is also the two. In the battle of the camp, you are one of the eighteen masters of the Nether Temple. Do you want to come in and join in?” Jian Wushuang said in a gloomy voice.

“Hey, this seat is coming today, just in your personal capacity, it has nothing to do with the Nether Temple. This seat also does not care about the battle between your two camps. Since you kill my Senior brother, then I will kill you. Of course, look at you. For a junior, this seat will not be too bully to you!”

“Half-column incense, you only need to support the half-column in the hands of the seat without death, this seat immediately turned and left, and from now on, never mention the word of revenge.” The Lord is coldly snorted.

“Oh?” Jian Wushuang’s look is a move.

He can see that the bitter Lord is not very good with his Senior brother’s bones, Dao Lord. He is only going to go through the game today. As for whether he can kill himself, he is not too concerned.

Otherwise, I really want to have deep feelings. If I want to kill him, I will take care of my identity again.

“Half-column incense time, a word is fixed.” Jian Wushuang smiled heartily, “Sorrow Lord, please!”

Jian Wushuang said, but his body has a strong sense of war.

He, just Breakthrough reached the level of Samsung’s ancient gods, and because of the bloody, the relationship between A and his strength soared.

He judged that his current Battle Strength should have reached the level of three-way Dao Lord, but whether it was reached, or in the three-turn Dao Lord, is at a level, and he did not really fight for it. He is not sure. .

But now, this bitter Lord is coming out.

This sorrowful Lord’s Strength is just qualified to be his opponent, so that he can hone and turn, and also have a clear understanding of his own Strength.

“Come on!” Jian Wushuang made a low-pitched voice in his mouth, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

“Humph.”

The sorrower was coldly snorted, his hands turned over, and the palms of the two had more Blade knives.

“Two handles?” Jian Wushuang.

In the Qing Huo world, there are countless Powerhouses using the knives. Like his Senior brother, he is a sword.

But the use of two knives at the same time is rarely.

“Jian Wushuang, by Go Die! ”

A severe roar came out from the mouth of the bitterness, and the body of the sorrowful master moved instantly.

Whoosh!

The whole person of the sorrowful Lord directly turned to the Blade of the Blade, and ruthlessly opened the void in front of him, directly appearing in front of Jian Wushuang. As soon as he appeared, the two swords had already fallen.

“So fast!”

Jian Wushuang could not help but be surprised.

The speed of this bitter Lord is indeed too fast. In the three-turn Dao Lord, it is estimated that only a handful of Powerhouses standing in Peak can match.

The two swords are swaying at the same time, and the power is also amazing.

Jian Wushuang complexion A sinking, blood peak sword has already appeared in his hands, the power of the ancient gods constantly poured into the palm of his hand.

Hey! Hey!

Two low-pitched impacts sounded, and the two knives slammed into Jian Wushuang’s blood-sword sword. The terrible power explosion caused Jian Wushuang’s body to sink and squat. *****s: Brothers, today is still five, the sales list is gone, everyone’s subscription is a bit weak! !

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