Legend of Swordsman Chapter 367: Last reliance!

Wow!

The dazzling sword is full of majestic murder.

Sitianzun is still in a retreat. In the face of Jian Wushuang's shining sword, he has no ability to resist.

Jianguang brushed relentlessly from the Four Heavenly Master, who was filled with a strong unwillingness, but his voice began to dissipate.

"Four younger brothers!" One day Zun was startled.

While Jian Wu's double figure turned out like a ghost, this time it appeared in front of the cold woman.

This cold woman saw the scene where Si Tianzun was beheaded by Jian Wushuang and one sword. At this moment, she saw Jian Wushuang appearing in front of her, her face turned white, but her eyes became crazy.

"Dead!"

The cold and cold woman gritted her teeth, and the highly poisonous black dagger in her hand turned into a dark streamer, bursting through the void and stabbing directly. This knife, the cold and cold woman has burst her strength to the extreme.

This is her pinnacle and strongest sword.

Jian Wushuang is just a random sword.

Jianguang collided with the black dagger, and two powers burst out at the same time.

Oh!

A low attack sounded, and the cold woman's face changed suddenly. She only felt a terrible force that made her completely irresistible. The black dagger in her hand flew out the first time. However, the sword light remained unabated, sweeping along her arm.

Wow! The horrifying strangulation force broke out.

The cold woman ’s arm was directly smashed by the strangulation, but the sword light continued to sweep along his arm to his chest, and instantly penetrated her chest, and a lot of blood flew, and the voice of the cold woman was instantly cut off .

"Three sisters!" It was even more horrifying to see this scene one day.

Ke Wushuang grinned at him, but his figure turned out again.

"Second Brother, rewind, rewind!" One day Zun screamed sternly.

He is not afraid of Jian Wushuang's shot at him. Although he knows that he is not an opponent of Jian Wushuang, at least he still has a little space to fight against Jian Wushuang, but the other three celestial deities cannot do it. Two people were beheaded, and Ertianzun was the last one. He never wanted Ertianzun to die in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

The two-day respect is indeed cunning.

Even when Jian Wushuang shot and killed the Four Heavenly Masters, he had already noticed that it was not good, so he fled out in the morning. When Jian Wushuang besieged Tian Tianzun and San Tianzun, he wanted to kill him again. He has fled beyond the edge of the blood river.

Without the restrictions of the blood river, his speed has not been affected, and it will be faster to escape, and Jian Wushuang failed to kill him immediately.

Er Tian Zun fled to the side of Tian Zun, both of whom looked extremely ugly, staring at Jian Wushuang.

The sword Wushuang stands with three killing swords standing in the middle of the blood river, like a peerless swordsman from ancient times.

The strong men watching around, as well as the young warriors who came to participate in the palace selection, have already held their breath.

When they saw the sword Wushuang suddenly erupt, one sword defeated the four heavenly enemies, and then killed two heavenly enemies one after another, the entire Holy Emperor Island was completely boiling.

Tianzun!

The four heavenly statues of the Holy Palace have always been unattainable and almost invincible in the eyes of all parties in the Nanyang continent.

But now they can see that Jian Wushuang used one enemy and four to fight against the four Celestial Masters, but in a short moment they slayed two of them. Such an arrogant, incredible performance, makes all Everyone was shocked.

The young warriors are all enthusiastic, one after another, the admiration for sword unparalleled has reached an unprecedented level.

In contrast, one side of the Holy Palace is ashamed.

"Haha, Holy Palace, it's over!"

Wang Yuan, who is among the many powerful men gathered in Danmen, is very excited at this moment, and his face shouts with a smile.

Wang Yan beside Wang Yuan, when he heard this, he shook his head slightly, "Maybe."

"Not necessarily?" Wang Yuan frowned, and even looked at him, "Father, this holy palace, even the strongest of the four deities, was directly defeated by the youngest, and two of them were beheaded. What else do we use to stop the old? Three? The third child will definitely uproot the Holy Palace! "

"You look down on the Holy Palace too much." Wang Yan glanced at Wang Yuan with a low voice. "If the Holy Palace was so simple, I wouldn't be so jealous of it."

"What do you mean?" Wang Yuan sank.

"Looking at it." Wang Ye didn't explain too much. "But your brother is really strong and has a very strong mind. He should have known that the Holy Palace is not as simple as it seems. So from the beginning to the present, his strength has been retained. "

"The third child hasn't done their best yet?" Wang Yuan stunned, but continued to watch the past.

In front of the palace of the Holy Palace, many powerful people of the Holy Palace are gathered there, but at the moment, all of them are ugly, and the swords that are watched by them are indifferent and indifferent. Behind him, the two swords Zun Xingying is still extremely towering, spreading a towering sword.

Suddenly, the sword lifted its feet without a step, and the steps began to slowly move out.

Step by step, slowly step inside the pilgrimage palace.

Oh! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The low footsteps sounded like drumsticks in the hearts of the strong men in the Holy Palace, and the hearts of the strong men in the Holy Palace gradually sank to the bottom.

"What to do?"

"Master, what should we do?"

The elder shouted at the two deities.

Yi Zun and Nian Zun have somber faces that are helpless.

Although Zun had a lot of unwillingness in his heart that day, he also understood that he could not stop Jian Wushuang by himself.

But at this moment ... The sword Wushuang, who came slowly to the pilgrimage palace, stopped abruptly and raised his head, but his gaze was deep in the pilgrimage palace door, and the end of the line of sight looked over.

There, there's a slow figure coming.

His pace is very slow and light, but he can take a random step, but he can cross a long distance. He is still at the end of the line of sight, but in a blink of an eye, he has already passed the many strong men in the Holy Palace, and passed that. The two heavenly respects appeared in front of Jian Wushuang, only less than ten feet away from Jian Wushuang.

This man is handsome and very young. He is dressed in a gold robe and polite.

The most eye-catching thing is that in his eyebrow there is a scarlet mark standing upright, and that mark is a sword mark.

The young man in the golden robe stood calmly in front of Jian Wushuang, and there was no breath spreading out, so he stared at Jian Wushuang with a playful smile on his face.

When seeing someone, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply.

"Is this man the last resort of the Holy Palace?"

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