Legend of Swordsman Chapter 2447: War, come back!
(Tenth more!)
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As if seeing Yu Aoqing's thoughts, Long Zishan directly said: "This sword Wushuang can kill Brother Pang Tao directly, and even such a genius disciple who slaughtered the ancestors in such unbridled ways. 80% of his strength Above all, not only you and I will join hands now, but a few of you will also do it together. "
Last words, Long Zishan said to the first-class gods of Da Beizong.
The first-class gods gathered here by Da Beizong now, aside from Long Zishan and Yu Aoqing, there are still four.
The four first-class gods all nodded after hearing Long Zishan's words.
Yu Aoqing's gaze fixed her head and nodded.
"Let's go!"
With Long Zishan whispering low, these six first-class gods and monsters simultaneously shot, and directly shot toward the sword unparalleled.
As the strongest of the six, Nalong Zishan is the first to bear the brunt.
I saw that the purple armor he was wearing was a faint purple light at the moment, and a dark purple lance was added in his hand. As the body moved, there was a faint purple magic power forming a cyclone at his feet. , Looks like stepping on a purple dragon.
His speed is also extremely fast, appearing in front of Jian Wushuang the first time.
"Dead!"
Long Zishan's eyes looked like electricity, and the dark purple spear in his hand instantly turned into a purple lightning, and the sword unparalleled whistled.
"The strength of Dragon Purple Mountain is much better than that of Pang Tao."
Jian Wushuang sighed a little, from seeing Long Zishan's shot, he has already judged the strength of Long Zishan.
The sword Wushuang moved immediately.
Om!
A sword surged up.
The sword flickers in the eyes of the sword, draws the sword, and swings the sword.
Wow, it's a beautiful sword light.
This sword light, with a faint purple, across the void, is extremely gorgeous, and it is extremely enchanting, like a purple ghost flashing past.
Purple Blood Sword Art, Purple Light Phantom!
It is also purple, one is purple lightning, and the other is the glorious purple sword light. The two collided instantly.
Slap!
Nether sounded a crisp sound, even with a purple arc, the sword awn swept directly around.
In the center of the collision between the two, Jian Wushuang smiled indifferently. The blood peak sword was stroked randomly.
Long Zishan is not afraid, the dark purple spear in his hand is pierced one after another, clang! clang! clang! Stop all three sword mangs of Jian Wushuang.
But at this time, Jian Wushuang was a direct step. At the moment of stepping, a surge of swordsmanship was like the boundless ocean of swordsmanship. It instantly oppressed Longzi Mountain and the surrounding void Immediately, there were all invisible sword shadows condensing out of nowhere, these sword shadows suddenly rushed towards Dragon Purple Mountain from all directions in an instant.
"So weird swordsmanship." Long Zishan's face also changed.
Under the cover of these sword shadows, he also had to do his best to defend, but his body was bursting out one after another.
The two simply played against each other, and it became clear that Longzi Mountain fell directly into the downwind.
But at the moment, it was not only Long Zishan who shot. At the same time when Jian Wushuang fought with Long Zishan, the cold and gorgeous woman Yu Aoqing had already disappeared, just the moment Jian Wushuang repelled Long Zishan, A cold breath suddenly appeared behind Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang was also alert.
Wow!
A cyclone spawned out of thin air. In the center of the cyclone, a dark dagger pierced straight.
This dagger exudes an amazing coldness, like a phantom, stabbing directly behind Jian Wushuang from behind.
Yu Aoqing, the owner of this dagger, had a cold expression on his face.
Oh!
The dagger penetrated the sword's body shape directly, but did not encounter any substantial material. The dagger hole penetrated the body, and it also made a sound of breaking.
Obviously, the dagger pierced the air.
"Is it a ghost?"
"Fast speed!"
Yu Aoqing shrinks her eyes and pupils, but has instantly locked Jian Wushuang's deity. I don't know when his side has appeared.
I saw Jian Wushuang raise his hand slightly, and chopped it out at will.
A common sword. This sword does not seem to contain any power, but it is such a sword that completely locks Yu Aoqing, leaving Yu Aoqing unable to avoid it, and can only forcibly arouse the divine power to resist the sword.
Clang!
A low impact sounded, and Yu Aoqing's figure shook slightly. The dagger in her hand was slightly shocked by the light of the sword, but she changed direction slightly, but she still resisted the sword.
Oh!
Yu Aoqing's figure immediately retreated, and she and Wushuang pulled away.
"Be careful, he's fast, very fast, and his swordsmanship is also very weird and terrible." Yu Aoqing sighed.
The surrounding Long Zi Mountain, and the other four first-class demon disciples of the Great Tragedy, naturally also see the speed of Jian Wushuang.
"Don't play against him one-on-one, use a four-element array." Long Zishan yelled.
The four first-class **** and disciple disciples glanced at each other, all focusing on the head.
The next moment, the breath of four people rises at the same time, but these four breaths are connected together instantly, like a whole.
Oh!
The four first-class gods move simultaneously.
All four shot, but the sword feels like a pair, just like one person.
"Is the formation?" Jian Wu's eyes narrowed.
He also doesn't admire that the details of the Great Tragedy are indeed comparable to other gates in Wusha Wasteland from time to time.
He killed for a long time, killing so many talented disciples, but he has never seen those gates can be completely united together to form a formation or a battle formation to fully exert their own combat power to the extreme. But now when the Great Tragedy shots, the four first-class gods and demons instantly formed a formation.
From the point of view of the means used by the four of them, the cooperation of these four first-class gods and demons is also extremely tacit.
Four first-class gods, with the help of the formation method, their combat power is not as simple as one plus one.
Ming is just four first-class gods and demons joined together, but at this moment his four people feel the sword unparalleled, much more terrible than the average peak gods.
Longzi Mountain's combat power is not inferior to the peak gods, but the pressure that Dragon Zishan brings to Jian Wushuang is not as great as these four first-class gods.
"The four of them used their hands together and didn't give me a chance to break them one by one, but it was very smart." Jian Wushuang muttered, but his heart was still very relaxed.
"Kill!"
The four first-class gods and monsters are all killing each other, one of them directly waved the huge axe in his hand.
Wow ~~~
A towering axe emerged out of thin air, and the mighty straight crushed towards the sword unparalleled.
"This power has definitely reached the peak of the gods and monsters level." Jian Wushuang marveled, but his figure was weird, leaving a shadow of time and space.
The axe shadow cut the Jian Wushuang's void, but did not actually touch Jian Wushuang's figure. nt