Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4598: Old friend boy (below)

A man of several feet tall, with an extremely strong upper body, appeared in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Jian Wushuang's pupils were condensed. This white-haired and gigantic, he was familiar with the figure of two thunder **** in his left hand.

It is the old man who has been seen in the refining Shenzong and the battlefields outside the region. He is the right envoy of the virtual god, and he has reached the peak with a virtual force, which is no different from the white ancestor of the Pazu ancestor.

If it was the previous sword Wushuang, how far would he run to meet him, but now, he has no fear at all.

Slightly breathing, Jian Wushuang reached out and pulled down the hood, revealing a cheek that was familiar to the imaginary right envoy.

Sure enough, his eyes were fixed, and he asked, "It's your fog double, not the sword double?! Didn't you run away? How dare you come here alone?"

"I'm here to collect debts." Jian Wushuang said coldly, "Blood debt!"

"Blood Debt?" The False God stunned for a while, and immediately smiled, "Just because you are a squirrel who hides his head? I originally wanted to take your head and give it to Lord Xushen as a night pot. I never missed you. Contrary to death, it’s a hard job to save."

Ignoring the insults of the Right Envoy of the Void God, he stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the Tailuo Sword hanging from his waist.

The right eye of the imaginary **** brightens his eyes, "Very good, very good, I just used this sword to cut off your head without delay."

"Ten Breaths." Jian Wushuang said coldly.

The imaginary God’s right made his gaze fixed, and the monstrous imaginary force instantly blocked all the escape routes, and at the same time, the right fist smashed out, and the fist of the extinct star was smashed into the sword without a double-sided door.

Chopping the star, a stronger sword awn hit the fist, which easily offset his offensive.

The imaginary God’s right made his gaze fixed. This character, who is almost equal to the ants in his eyes, actually dispelled his offensive by understatement?

He was irritable, and he threw two huge thunderballs on his left to Jianwushuang.

Thunderball rises in response to the storm, surrounded by a huge amount of lightning. Once hit by any one, even if it is invincible supreme, it must die on the spot.

Without evading, Jian Wushuang stood upright like that, only the Tai Luo Excalibur in his hand protruded forward.

Two thunderballs thundered, but they were still for a moment when they hit the tip of the Tailuo sword.

Then the sword without a double vibrating arm spurs, and the two thunderballs come back the same way, which is even heavier.

The imaginary god's right made his gaze fixed, and he reached out his hand subconsciously to catch it, and immediately the blood mist exploded from his palm.

With a grunt, he spread his palms and saw that between the white bones of the forest, the two thunder **** no longer knew when they shattered into scum.

Since the first holocaust battle, he has long forgotten what it is like to be injured. Now not only his palm is broken, but even two thunderballs that are regarded as destiny are also destroyed, and the meaning of shame and shame makes this False God. The right messenger raged instantly.

"Sword Musou! This seat wants you to die without a burial place!!"

The violent imaginary force is centered on the right angel of the imaginary god, swept through the entire star field in an instant, and countless stars shattered, that is, even the kingdom below was also under his remnant, and instantly vanished.

"Incompetent anger."

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled. The Tai Luo Excalibur returned to the sheath. He just rushed towards the violent force.

The right emissary of the vacant god, who was tall and tall, hit him with a punch, and at the same time he spit out a false inflammation, and the destruction of the air easily tear the space.

The black robe surging, Jian Wushuang protruding forward with no fancy palm, directly broke through the thick black inflammation, and slashed on the black fist.

A fist the size of a tank hits the palm without any suspense.

The imaginary meat emulsion does not appear, and a smug smile even hangs on the face of the virtual god’s right emissary.

The ghostly figure appeared quietly in front of him, and a red gold **** pattern flashed over at the same time.

"Poof..."

With a soft stroke, a huge head will naturally shift.

Jian Wushuang held the white hair in one hand, and lifted the entire head of the virtual **** right in his hand.

"Boom..."

The headless body shuddered, and then smashed the bilge heavily.

"My body, what about the body?" False God right made a loud horror. He wanted to escape but found that he had only one head left.

Put that big head in front of him, Jian Wushuang said softly, "Now, do you still want to use my head as a night pot?"

"No, I don't want to," the extreme terror of dying at any time makes the immortal imaginary right enemies in front of me completely frightened, "Sword Wushuang, Master Wushuang, you just let me go, I promise not to pursue today Everything that happened, and I will plead for you in front of Lord Void God, then the Divine Power Universe will leave you alone."

A bit of disgust flashed in his eyes, Jian Wushuang threw his head directly into the star field.

Not waiting for him to ecstasy, a bunch of gods shot, directly nirvana.

The right angel of the False God, this is the way to disappear!

Walking towards the bilge, he saw a very familiar figure in a huge cage.

The clothing of this white shirt is very dirty at the moment. The bun, which was previously brought into a playful look, is also scattered to cover most of his cheeks.

Jian Wushuang strong endures the heart that is about to burst, and cuts away the mouth.

"Little boy." Squatted down, Sword Musou called softly.

A few times in a row, the frightened and numb little figure raised his head timidly, and a pair of deer-like eyes looked at Jian Wushuang.

In an instant, tears poured out, and a cry of sorrow sounded from the childish mouth of Xiao Daotong, "It’s you, stinky chess basket..."

The whimper sounded loudly, and the young child cried in Jian Wushuang’s arms.

Sorrow rushed into my heart. This worrisome little child who seemed to gather the spirit of heaven and earth as a whole. The miserable situation at this moment reminded him of Feng Tian's ancestor who opened the sky and saved the magical universe.

Red eyes, Jian Wushuang murmured, "I'm late, late."

"Stinky chess basket, my master, please tell me my master, I will ask my master to avenge me and kill this villain who bullies me--"

Huaizhong Juvenile vents all the fear and pain in her heart.

Since she was a child, she has served beside Feng Tian Patriarch. She is not the only one who has spoken outside of Feng Tian Patriarch. She naturally regards it as the closest person. people.

"Smelly chess basket," Young Child got up, and a pair of red eyes looked at Jian Wushuang, sobbing intermittently, "You tell me where my master has gone, I really want to miss him very much, is he not childish? Now."

"If he is too naive, the naive will not hit him. The naive is afraid and will never want to leave him half a step."

The cramps in my heart made Jian Wushuang unable to tell her the truth anyway.

He can only say sadly, "You can rest assured that with me, from now on, no one will bully you."