Legend of Swordsman Chapter 2283: Crazy!

The first two of the two who stepped out of the heaven and earth passageway were a bald man in a white robe and smiling. This bald man was barefoot, and the whole person was bathed in the sun. , Giving a gentle feeling of breeze.

The other is a woman in blood-stained clothes. The woman in blood-skinned clothes looks ordinary, but her temperament is cold and radiant. She stands there, faintly, and the whole world seems to be facing her. Worship is average.

Seeing these two men, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply.

He's seen these two guys!

It's the ancient picture he saw inside the huge skull.

In the ancient picture, the head of the skull, that is, the vigorous man who fought for all beings, was forced into despair, and hundreds of thousands of gods stood in front of him.

There are three people headed by the billions of gods, including the white-headed bald man and the blood-skinned woman.

These two men, along with another world-famous demon stepping on a blood-stained dragon, led many gods and pierced a spear through the heart of a vigorous man.

Their identity is undoubtedly two masters of the Holy Land! !!

"Oh, Xingluo, you really value your baby disciple. Not only did you invite me and you to open the channel of heaven and earth together, but now it costs so much to make my two consciousness come down?" The bald man in a white robe smiled.

"Is this your baby disciple? With gray hair and grey eyes, hey, the same constitution as you." The **** woman said casually.

The two of them are extremely random, but their voices are magnificent. They not only sound in the area covered by the black mist, but also pass out of the black mist, to the entire void.

The měinu son, who was fighting fiercely with Emperor Thirteen, narrowed his eyes, and said lowly, "Do n’t you nonsense, quickly save my disciples."

"Little thing." The bald man in white robe smiled.

"Leave it to us." The **** woman also admits.

As the Lord of the Sacred Realm, they naturally have absolute confidence in their own strength.

Following, the eyes and eyes of the bald man in white robe and the woman in blood are all looking at the cold and snow-like sword and sword unparalleled ahead.

Leng Ruxue just escaped into the area covered by the black mist, and was trying to approach the heaven and earth passage, while Jian Wushuang followed her, approaching quickly.

The speed of being as cold as snow was not slower than that of Jian Wushuang. Even her posture was so strange that Jian Wushuang would have a hard time catching up with her.

But three times in a row, she has suffered badly, and Leng Ruxue has been hit hard. Now she has lost her combat power and the escape speed has naturally decreased sharply. This will be continuously approached by Jian Wushuang.

But the cold snow has seen hope.

Because she saw the two men who appeared in front of the Heaven and Earth Passage, they were undoubtedly the helpers invited by her master.

"Stop it."

The white-headed bald man smiled openly, his voice was flat, he didn't move, he never set off, and never shot.

Just open his mouth and let the sword Wusuo stop.

But the words in his mouth just came out, and Jian Wushuang felt an incredible force coming towards oppression.

This power has no substance, nor is it the suppression of breath or power. It is purely the oppression of one's will!

Pure will, but this will is horrifying and does not allow anyone to provoke or even disobey.

Under this will, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but even fall on his knees, his heart flashed the thought of wanting to stop.

Following a fierce flash in his eyes.

"Will you be able to stop me?"

The sword has no double-sided color, it grows red, his mouth screams, and his body is only a slight meal, and then he chases toward the cold snow again.

"Huh?" The bald man in white robe showed surprise, "This little guy, he is so obsessed."

"It's one thing to be persistent, but the key is that this world is too restrictive, and your will power can't play anything at all." The **** woman laughed.

"That's right." The bald man in white robe smiled dumbly, but his eyes became cold. "I wait for the will and can't be violated. Since this little guy is stubborn, let's die now."

As soon as the bald man in the white robe fell, there was an instant white light shining all over the world.

This white light is extremely bright and warm. It illuminates the entire area covered by the black mist and shines on the human body, giving it a very comfortable feeling.

But when this white light shone on Jian Wushuang, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply.

Deep into his eyes and pupils, he clearly saw a white spear already in front of him, as if the next moment he would completely pierce his body.

"This might ..." Jian Wushuang felt a little horrified in his heart.

He can feel that the power contained in the white spear has far surpassed the chaos, and even reached the extreme in the chaos.

The same is the Lord of the Sacred Realm, like the Master Leng Ruxue, and the absolute měinu son who is at war with Emperor XIII. The attack she has previously performed is far less terrible than this white spear.

Of course, this is not to say that the bald-headed man in white robes is stronger than the cold Master, but because the area covered by the black mist is less restrictive on that day.

The area covered by the black mist is the junction between the chaotic world of ancient times and the kingdom of Taichu. The limit of heaven and earth is already the weakest, and now the passage of heaven and earth is still open. As a result, in the area covered by the black mist, the masters of these two sacred realms exerted stronger combat power.

Jiang Wushuang can now be sure that the basic power of the masters of these two sacred realms must have reached the level of chaos, even stronger!

The power that Jian Wushuang can exert on his own is also at the level of chaos, but now he feels that his power is far worse than that of a white-headed bald man.

The power and power are far worse than the opponent, and the means of the Lord of the Sacred Land is far more than that of Jian Wushuang.

The white spear that strikes at him now makes Jian Wushuang instantly feel a great sense of crisis.

"I can't be stopped by the masters of these two holy realms, otherwise ..." Jian Wushuang looked at the coldness of snow that was still fleeing.

He is now very close to being cold as snow, and it only takes a moment to work hard enough to catch up, and then the means will be used to suppress the cold as snow that has no combat power.

But once he is blocked by this white spear, and with this effort, the coldness of snow is enough to go to the Lord of the two great holy realms, and then he will not have a slight chance.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang's eyes turned red immediately.

Endless madness and decisiveness flooded his face.

The power of the stars in his body exploded instantly.

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ps: Today is four!

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