Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1560: Curly white hair, sword unparalleled!

"Long Qing is the real god!"

Three figures, the true gods of the hundred shadows, the true gods of the indra, and the yinjun.

"Why are you here, Jian Wushuang?" Yan Jun asked first.

"Jiang Wushuang ... he's there." Long Qing Zhenshen motioned down to the ground.

The three Yanjun noticed the figure sitting on the ground below.

But in this respect, the complexion of Baiying Zhenshen, Yintuo, including Yan Jun has changed dramatically.

"He, he is sword unparalleled?" Baiying Zhenshen misunderstood.

"How is that possible? But in the breath, it is indeed him." Indah exclaimed.

Yan Jun's face was sinking fiercely.

The three of him can see the figure sitting on the ground below, but the figure has a silvery white head, an old face, and looks like a withered tree. This is a man who has reached the twilight. The old man and the pale old man have not had any divine power fluctuations.

It's just an ordinary person.

A complete ordinary person.

This pale old man is the sword unparalleled one of the pride of heaven recognized in the chaotic world of ancient times?

Oh!

Yan Jun's body swooped down for the first time and appeared in front of the white old man.

It seems as if the arrival of Yan Jun, the white old man slightly looks up, revealing a face similar to Jian Wushuang, but obviously paler countless times, this old man barely squeezes into Yan Jun There was a smile.

"Jian Wushuang, is it really you?" Yan Jun widened his eyes.

Despite the great changes in Jian Wushuang's appearance, the fluctuations of divine power have disappeared, and the breath has weakened to the extreme, but the essence of that weak breath is indeed familiar to him. Yan Jun is sure, The old white man is really a sword unparalleled.

"How did you become like this?" Yan Jun looked ugly and his voice was low, meanwhile, he looked at Long Qing Zhenshen, "Long Qing Zhenshen, haven't you been with Jian Wushuang all the time? Why? Will make him look like this? "

Yan Jun's temper is already violent, and Jian Wushuang treats him like a mountain.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang became like this, he also directly questioned whether Long Qing Zhenshen was the Chaos True God.

Long Qing's true God frowned slightly.

"Brother Yanjun."

Become a Bai Lao Jian Wushuang, but he spoke. His voice was a little hoarse and weak. "This matter has nothing to do with Long Qing Zhenshen. He has done his best to do his best. The reason why I am like this , Also because of my own body. "

"Why is it your own body?" Yan Jun's eyes narrowed.

"Stop this, we are breaking through the blood demon cult this time, and the noise is too loud, maybe we have already alarmed the Jiu Gong true god, so we have to leave quickly." Jian Wushuangdao.

"Okay." Yan Jun answered.

Long Qing Zhenshen, Baiying Zhenshen, and Intuo Zhenshen also all focus on the head.

"Brother Yanjun, help me." Jian Wushuang suddenly stretched out his palm, his hands were extremely old, and his skin cracked.

"I don't have the slightest divine power now. I can't do it if I want to plunder, so I can only let you brother Yanjun take me for a ride." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly.

Yan Jun shivered inside, looking at Jian Wushuang's eyes full of patience.

Soon, a group of five people set off, but at this moment the sword is unparalleled, but Yan Jun was carrying it on his body.

Along the way, Jian Wushuang never spoke. As for Yan Jun and Long Qingzhen, they were silent and never spoke.

But they haven't been far away from Blood Demon.

Om!

A tyrannical might came suddenly, but one of them was nearly three meters tall, and the old man in a purple robe like a giant condensed his body in the void.

Seeing the appearance of the old man in purple robes, the eyes of several people who had previously been swept away suddenly flickered, and their body shape immediately stopped.

"Long Qing, I've met Lord Jiugong." Long Qing Zhenshen the old man in the purple robe bowed slightly.

"It is the true **** of nine palaces."

"This is trouble."

Baiying Zhenshen, Yintuo, including Yan Jun, are a little shocked.

The sword Wushuang, who was carried behind by Yan Jun, couldn't help but look up at the old man in purple robe.

The true **** of the nine palaces is the lord of the kingdom of the nine palaces god.

At the same time, it is also the source of the star's pulse, and he dare not easily send His Majesty the true gods to the nine kingdoms.

This is the fifth strongest player on the true gods list.

Although Long Qing Zhenshen is also Chaos True God, compared to this Jiu Gong Zhen Shen, it is far too far away. As soon as they meet now, Long Qing Zhen Shen will directly call Jiu Gong Zhen Shen as an adult.

"Long Qing true god, destroying the blood demon religion, is it your hand?" Jiu Gong true **** stood there, his face was indifferent, and his voice was dull, but every word of him was slammed into the dragon like a hammer The hearts of several Qingzhen gods shocked their bodies and minds.

"So terrible strength." Yan Jun gritted his teeth secretly and admired.

"Return to Jiu Gong, it is indeed our hands." Long Qing Zhenshen also seemed quite restrained at this moment.

"Huh, that blood demon religion is a big force in my Jiugong God Kingdom. Before you start working on it, you do n’t even want to say a word to me. Maybe you do n’t take me too seriously? "Jiugong Zhenshen snorted coldly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"This ..." Long Qingzhen looked a bit ugly. After a moment of groaning, he took out a ring of heaven and said, "This time, I really did not want to be thoughtful. Twenty Daojings are considered to be your reparation. "

"Is only twenty?" Jiu Gongzhen Shen stared coldly. "Two hundred Taojings, I'll let a few of you leave, otherwise you won't have to leave."

"Two hundred?" Long Qing Zhenshen stunned.

The Baiying true **** and Intu true **** next to him are startled.

Dao Jing is also an extremely precious treasure for the true god, which is extremely useful.

The general eternal true gods are worth ten Taojings at most, and two hundred Taojings are a big number for Long Qing Zhenshen, the Chaos true god.

"Okay, I will."

Long Qing Zhenshen dropped a Qiankun Ring directly.

Although there are two hundred Taojings, Long Qing Zhenshen was invited by Yuan Dianzhu, who paid him more.

The real **** of the ninth palace took the Qiankun ring, and swiped briefly, nodding slightly, "You can go."

A few people in Yan Jun let out a sigh of relief, and they were ready to leave immediately.

But at this time, the eyes of the true **** of the nine palaces suddenly looked at Jian Wushuang, "Who is this person who has not even the slightest divine power fluctuation?"

Jian Wushuang's heart burst out.

He is very clear. If the true **** of the nine palaces is known, he would not want to leave the kingdom of the nine palaces alive today.

Suo Xingyanjun immediately replied: "Master, this is a relative of mine. He fell into the hands of the blood demon cult many years ago, and was tortured and rehabilitated as a normal person. Today I entered the Blood Demon cult for revenge and to save him. "

"Is that so?" Jiu Gong's brows frowned, and he never doubted it.

"Let's go."

A few of Yan Jun left with sword swordsman soon.

(End of this chapter)