Legend of Swordsman Chapter 411: Jian Wushuang, burst!

"How is that possible?"

Axe Jun, Zang Feng, and the lunatic were all stunned.

The vast territory of this Chiyan battlefield is so vast. The probability that so many teams are roaming in the outer region and want to meet again is very small, and now the same people have the same encounter.

It's exactly the same!

"It's a trap!"

"We must be imprinted on us or in the treasures we have."

Axe King can understand that even if he is stupid, he has encountered each other twice, and in the same way, it is clear that he is specifically targeting them.

Three swords, Stone Spirit, Fire Demon, and Ice Moon are also difficult to look.

The other two ten-member squads fanned back and forth, blocking their retreat completely at once.

It's very difficult for them to escape, but if they don't escape, they choose to fight each other directly, but there are two teams of ten players, which adds up to twenty strong men, and there are three of them second Order top.

And their squad, that is, Axe Jun has second-tier top combat power.

The power gap is too outrageous. Even if there is a sword in the field, there is still no room for competition.

"It's over!"

Looking at the horrible enemy squads in front of and behind the two lineups, Axe Jun shivered.

"Swordsman, Zang Feng, Madman, Thunder Sword, Shi Ling, Fire Demon, Bingyue." Axe Jun's eyes were vaguely desperate. "The two teams should be on me or one of them. A treasure was imprinted on them, and the team I led last time was ambushed by them, and I was able to escape by chance, I am afraid they also let it go on purpose.

"The purpose is to ambush again."

"These two teams add up to twenty strong men, and there are even three at the top of the second tier. It is not something we can compete with. You will listen to my orders, find opportunities, and all escape! There are eight people, and there is a swordsman field, and there is still a chance to survive. "

"People are desperate." Axe Jun almost shouted at the last sentence.

"Asshole, even if dead, pull a back." Thunderblade blinked madly.

"Spelled!"

"You can't let us die if you want us to die!"

Zang Feng, Shi Ling, and others are equally incomparable, and there is a crazy surge in their eyes.

Jian Wushuang squinted his eyes, "This time, I'm afraid it's time to shoot."

At this moment, two teams have come forward, sandwiching the eight-member team where Jian Wushuang is located.

The old Jianmei with his eyes cold, looked over, and smirked, "Before I deliberately let them leave for the long-line fishing, but now it is time to harvest."

"Well, the same method is enough to use it once, you ca n’t use it a second time." The old Jianmei also has a chubby middle-aged man. That chubby middle-aged man is another second-tier top player in the squad. Also spoke at the moment.

"That being the case, then this time, you don't need to keep your hands anymore, and kill all eight of them!" The old Jianmei voice snorted coldly.

"Hands on!" The old man with sword eyebrows led, and immediately his squad, as well as the squad led by the savage man, rushed out.

Boom! boom! boom!

A breath of perseverance spread, shaking the sky.

Twenty strong men rushed from all corners with lightning-like swords and unparalleled swordsmen. Most of these strong men had hot eyes, and some even made wild laughter.

"Swordsman, let's do our best, everyone, ready to work hard." Axe Jun's voice was with a hint of despair.

The strong on both sides moved.

But at this moment, a horrific swordsmanship suddenly emerged from the center of the eight-man squad. When Axe King, Thunder Knife and others immediately looked at the source of swordsmanship, and in them In sight, two mammoth sword souls rose up.

Two sword soul ghosts, each with a height of nearly ten feet, stands tall, like a mountain.

The vast and endless scary sword that is enough to move the world is launched from these two souls.

Sword soul ghost, Sanzhang is a third-grade sword soul, and nearly ten feet, it is a first-grade sword soul, and there are two sword soul ghosts.

How arrogant are the two sword souls that are so tall?

"Oh my god!"

"What is this?"

"Sword soul ghost?"

Axe Jun, Thunder Knife, Shi Ling, Yan Mo, etc. are all shocked.

The two tall sword soul phantoms stand in front of them. The horror swordsmanship permeating the sword soul phantoms is the deepest and naturally the most shocking.

"Swordsman!"

Axe King looked at the masters of the two souls of ghosts for the first time, that is, sword unparalleled in front of the two ghosts of ghosts.

The sword is unparalleled at this moment, his face is extremely indifferent, the palm of his hand is turned over, and the three-killer sword appears in his hand.

The moment when the Three Killing Swords appeared, the power of a good soldier was also spread directly.

At the same time, from Jian Wushuang's body, the sky of blood spreads out, covering the whole world like a sky, covering everything around, including the strong men from the two squadrons of Prince Cangyue .

In this blood river, there is an invisible sword-like realm spreading.

Huangquan Road and the Tenfold Realm combine two fields.

The Soul of the Soul of the Soul rises, and the power of the two pairs of one sword souls converges on the whole body of the sword.

Three killing swords also appeared in his hands. At this moment, the strength of the sword unparalleled has reached its peak.

Following it, Jian Wushuang stepped in vain, just one step, passed Axe King, Thunder Knife, etc., and appeared in front of the killing leader who was leading by the old sword-brow elder who was killing.

The three killing swords in his hand, relentlessly slashed out.

The silent sword, the long sword split does not produce any sword light or sword shadow, and there is not much momentum.

But whether it is the old Jianmei or the other strong men in his squad, at this moment, he feels an inexplicable sense of crisis. This sense of crisis is even stronger than ever.

"Not good!"

The old man with sword eyebrows also saw the two huge sword soul ghosts rising behind Jian Wushuang, and naturally recognized them as sword ghost ghosts for the first time.

The blood river that pervades from Jian Wushuang's body is also terrible for the oppression.

The sword that Sword Unparalleled swings now makes him creepy.

"Come on, let's shoot him together!"

The elder swordbrow yelled, the strong men in his squad were afraid to carelessly, and one by one he exhibited his strongest killing tricks at this moment.

The old man with sword eyebrows and the chubby middle-aged, two top second-tier top men beside him also burst out at the same time.

However

Wow!

An invisible wave, faintly revealing a glimmer of light under the hot sun.

That's an almost shadowless sword-mang, which is fleeting and swept away