Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1527: Sword Warriors battle

"Are you going to do it?"

King Zidong and Xinxin also look at Jian Wushuang at this moment.

"Don't waste time with him, just kill him directly." Xinzhu said coldly.

"Of course." Zidong Wang smiled coldly, and the purple gloves on his hands were bursting with purple light at the moment.

"Fight." Jian Wushuang smiled indifferently, but followed the figure in a fantasy.

Om ~ Eighteen phantoms burst out at the same time.

"Kill!" King Zidong's eyes flashed with murder, and his body flew out instantly.

As for the Lord of the Heart standing in place, his conscious power is rolling, and three tall headless soldiers are formed in front of him in an instant.

Oh! Huh! Huh!

A series of phantoms flickered one after another, and Jian Wushuang appeared in front of Zidong King.

"Nine Heaven Swords!"

The Supreme Sword will rise, a sword of heaven punishment will come suddenly.

Purple Zidong waved a big hand, and the purple light burst. When he was about to collide with the sword of sky punishment, his right hand was fierce.

"Break me!"

The outrageous power erupted, and the Sword of Heavenly Penalty, which carried the supreme sword, was crushed apart at this moment. The arrogant power made the sword unparalleled and stepped back a few steps.

Jian Wushuang's figure just stood still, oh! call out! call out!

Three harsh sounds came from, and three glooms appeared in Jian Wushuang's sight.

These three glooms are the spears thrown by the three headless soldiers.

Though the three headless warriors themselves are not fast, the spears they can throw at full speed are very amazing.

"Hum!"

Jian Wushuang snorted, a strange illusion, the three glances passed straight through him, but did not touch any entity, then Jian Wushuang's figure gradually stared at the place again.

"Sword Warriors!"

A sudden burst of drink came, and I saw the black mist of the sky like an open mouth of blood, and swallowed directly towards the sword unparalleled.

The black mist contains a lot of conscious attacks, like a large grinding disc, to crush the sword unparalleled thoroughly.

"Is this the trick again?"

Jian Wu's eyes were gazing at him, but he stood still, letting the ninefold consciousness crush.

Nine heavy consciousness passed over, Jian Wushuang issued a muffled hum, and then the dark room dissipated.

"What?" The Master was startled.

Before he teamed up with Liu Ying God to fight against Jian Wushuang, he was also the strongest trick he played, but as a result, Jian Wushuang suffered a big loss, and almost killed Jian Wushuang.

But now it is being cast again, and Jian Wushuang is so simple to resist?

"Do you think I will lose twice in the same move?" Jian Wushuang smiled coldly.

This master's trick is really terrible. Before, he was just the soul strength of the limit of the gods, and it was very difficult or even reluctant to resist it.

But now that his soul strength has reached the level of true god, once again encountering this trick, he can easily resist it.

"What if you block it? You are still going to die!" The lord of the heart was so arrogant that the three giant headless soldiers strode towards the sword without a hit in the void.

"I'm not interested in you." Jian Wushuang glanced at the master, and the power of the soul surged in an instant.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Three shouts of roar sounded, and three black dragons with endless evil spirits spread out all over them.

The power of these three-headed dragons is equally amazing, and they are immediately entangled with the three headless warriors.

"Let them play with you slowly."

Jiang Wushuang smiled slightly, and his eyes locked on the Zidong King in front of him. "Zidong King, I heard that what you are best at is close-killing ability. Today I'd like to compare it with you."

When the words fell, I saw a huge golden **** ape rising from Jian Wushuang's body. At the same time, the sky's **** flame burst out, forming a sea of ​​bloody fire, and Jian Wushuang was the emperor in this **** sea of ​​fire.

Five beasts control the spirit of the strongest **** ape, and the kingdom of blood inflammation simultaneously launched.

The difference is that with the soul strength of Jian Wushuang reaching the true **** level, he casts a stroke from this **** ape, and his power is much higher than before.

Jian Wushuang at this moment perfectly combines his own divine power with the power of the soul, and his combat power is much stronger than when he first fought against the streaming gods and heart masters.

"Kill!"

Swordless twins looting, killing like lightning.

The Zidong King is covered under the armor, and its volume has skyrocketed, and his breath has also been improved to the extreme.

At this moment, neither of them had any reservations, and both were the strongest fighting forces broke out.

For a while, the two collided head-on.

"Boom!"

It was another frontal collision, but this time Zidong Wang didn't have a slight advantage.

"His power has increased?"

"It wasn't as good as I was just now. I shattered his sword skill in one hand, but now his power is not inferior to me?"

Wang Zidong's complexion faded, but there was a flash of madness on his face.

"Jian Wushuang, aren't you trying to compete with me in close combat? I will fulfill you today!" Zidong Wang issued a burst of drink.

"Haha, who is afraid of who!" There was a flash of enthusiasm in Jian Wu's eyes.

In an instant, the two fought again, but this time it was a close fight.

Oh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

I heard only a loud roar that rang through the world.

Jian Wushuang's swordplay, the Zidong King ’s palm and boxing skills, including the close-kill ability of the two, have been fully exerted.

The speed of the two people is so fast that people can't capture the figure.

Boom!

A towering mountain exploded suddenly, but a void that followed thousands of miles away collapsed in vain, followed by a huge sword mark on the ground that filled hundreds of miles.

Intense!

Hot!

Amazing!

The fierce battle between the two has reached the stage of fever.

This crazy collision lasted for dozens of breaths. With a deep popping sound, the two figures just separated again. They stood there thousands of miles apart.

And at the moment, the swordsman's hair is a little messy. On the blood feather reincarnation of his body, there are two extremely clear palm prints, which are all left by the Zidong King.

King Zidong is also better than Jian Wushuang.

There are also two sword marks on his armor, and there is even a trace of blood in his mouth.

"Haha, King Zidong, is your close-kill ability just so?" Jian Wushuang's hearty laughter echoed.

"Well, you left two sword marks on me, and I also left two palm prints on you. You and I are half a catty, what's your satisfaction?" Zidong Wang said coldly.

"Yes, but my body protection ability is stronger than yours. I bear both palms with you, the injuries are not obvious, but what about you?" Jian Wushuang smiled.