Legend of Swordsman Chapter 2002: The Devil Is Coming

In a magnificent palace.

There are three powerful men, kneeling trembling there.

"Check, check me!"

"I want to know who is so capable, and can ask the sword monarch to let the sword monarch fight for him!"

"Be sure to find him out, and I'm going to do him everything !!!"

Xun Zun is standing there like a wild beast at the moment. He looks red and suffocated, and the three men kneeling below are the strong men attached to his clan.

Yun Zun is very clear that he has never taken the initiative to offend Jian Wushuang. Even before dealing with the issue of Qinghuo, you just came to the conclusion from the perspective of the Holy Alliance. This is not to offend Jian Wushuang. Now, in the vein of the stars, he never had any communication with the veins of the stars.

So, he can be sure that Jian Wushuang was not found because of his resentment.

It is very likely that it is another strong one. I don't know what method to use, please use Jian Wushuang to come and deal with him.

Also, the opponent probably just let the sword monarch think of a way to beat him for a loss of face.

This time, his face was greatly damaged. Although it was the sword's hand, but against the sword's hand, he could only break his teeth and swallow it.

Because Jian Wushuang's own strength and influence are far above him, the potential is even more endless, and it is not his offense at all.

So, he can only vent all his anger on the strong man who invited Jian Wushuang to come.

Zun Zun used all his influence and began to track down.

On the other side, Jian Wushuang has once again come to the Emperor Han Ye.

"Look at this mirroring sign." Throw the mirroring sign recorded by Jian Wushuang to yourself to Emperor Hanye.

After the Emperor Han Ye took over, she looked carefully, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

After watching all the pictures in the mirror order, Emperor Han Ye took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the sword, "Thank you Sword Lord!"

"I shot you Zun for you, and I also look at the sword stele for nothing." Jian Wushuang said indifferently.

The Emperor Han Ye nodded, but immediately took the sword monument to Jian Wushuang.

This sword monument has been refined by the Emperor of the Cold Night before, but now the sword unparalleled can be re-refined and the process is very easy.

After refining, Jian Wushuang immediately searched, and sure enough, found the remaining part of the Xuan Luo sword skill on this sword stele.

Adding the three sword monuments, this Xuan Luo sword skill has finally come together, and Jian Wushuang's heart is quite happy.

"The Emperor of the Cold Night." Jian Wushuang looked at it. "That Zun Zun can become a great emperor, but it is not stupid. I have no resentment against him, but today I apparently asked him for trouble, deliberately hit him, afterwards He should guess that it was someone who asked me for a price, so if nothing unexpected happens, he should do everything possible to find out, and should find you soon. "

"Thank you, Sword Lord, for reminding me." Emperor Han Ye nodded, she also guessed this, so she has decided to leave this ancient battlefield immediately.

As long as you leave this ancient battlefield, even if Zunzun finds out that she is the one who invited the sword, the vast chaos world is so vast, it is not that easy for Zunzun to find her.

The Emperor Han Ye left, and Jian Wushuang returned to the blue fire world as soon as possible. As for whether that deity could find the Emperor Han Ye next, whether the Emperor Han Ye could survive, the sword Wu Shuang was too lazy. Forget it.

He and Han Yedi just traded. Now the transaction is completed. The follow-up matters have nothing to do with him.

Wushuang City, among the secret rooms.

The three blue stone monuments stand there quietly, while Jian Wushuang stays in front of the three blue stone monuments and carefully understands the Xuan Luo sword skill in each of the three stone monuments.

Xuan Luo Sword Art in the Three Swords Stele was organized by Jian Wushuang, and soon a complete and arrogant sword art appeared in Jian Wushuang's mind very clearly.

"Get started."

Jian Wushuang closed his eyes and began to concentrate fully on participating in this ancient Xuan Luo sword technique.

As time passes, Jian Wushuang is completely silent in the study of Jian Wushuang.

On the way, he also went out once, left Qinghuo and this battlefield, and went to the vein of the stars.

Refine the universe of stars, and then move to Qinghuo.

Since then, the old nest of the stars has also been placed in the Qinghuo realm.

After finishing, Jian Wushuang continues to retreat.

In such a retreat, one thousand and eight hundred years passed.

In this one thousand and eight hundred years, no matter the ancient battlefield in the surrounding area or the Qinghuo world, it is quite calm.

The speed of growth in the Qinghuo world is also amazing. More and more geniuses have appeared one after another, and they have even begun to emerge in the chaotic world of ancient times.

However, it is so calm, just on the surface, secretly, the wind is rising.

...

In the darkest place in the chaotic world of all ages.

汩汩 ~ A lot of black rivers spread all over the world. This river is like Huangquan. These black rivers are like the water of Huangquan.

Here is the old nest of Huangquan Palace.

The center of the endless water of Huangquan, above the floating island, stands on a towering, black tower.

It's dark inside the tower.

In the darkness, there are many figures kneeling down respectfully, densely, looking at a glance, afraid that there are dozens of people, all of them are wearing black robes, their breath is extremely arrogant, impressive They are all powerful men who are already above God.

And in front of these black robe men kneeling, a huge and immaculate bronze sculpture stands there.

This bronze sculpture has a height of thousands of feet, with a bronze ghost mask on its head, with eight hands, and all hands hold various weapons.

At this moment, this bronze sculpture is shaking with madness.

The body that is thousands of feet high is trembling, the ground is shaking, and this huge tower is shaking.

Aware of this scene, the black robes kneeling below are lower and their heads are lower, and none of them dare to come out.

With the tremor, the huge bronze sculpture began to shrink slowly.

In just a few moments, this tall bronze sculpture turned into a burly man with a two-meter-high body and bronze skin.

The burly man has huge muscles, a beard and a messy hair, and a faint odor on his body, as if he were a living savage.

But it was the appearance of this savage man that shocked the many black-robed men kneeling below.

The next moment, everyone stood up and spoke.

"Welcome to the devil, magic is coming!"

"Welcome to the devil, magic is coming!"

The sound is soaring, echoing in this dark tower.

(End of this chapter)