Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1735: Between life and death

The vast expanse of dark sea, sword Wushuang suspended in the dark fog, overlooking the huge triangular island in front, but his complexion slowly became concentrated.

He can see that this triangular island is covered under a dark storm. In that dark storm, winds swept away like blades, and the void was cut like paper.

Jian Wushuang also noticed a strong sense of crisis from this dark storm.

He took out the order, and Jian Wushuang summoned Lei Chao immediately and asked, "Lei Chao, I have now come to a triangular island. This island is still covered by the dark storm. Are you in this island? ? "

"Yes, that's it." Lei Chao also responded immediately, "I was completely trapped by this dark storm, and I didn't dare to move at all."

"Yes, you are waiting. I will come in to find you." Jian Wushuang said, and then he slowly approached the triangle island.

"This dark storm" Jian Wushuang looked at the dark storm in front of him, and the relentless sharp blade made him dare not to be underestimated.

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang turned his hands, a purple sword appeared in his hand, and then threw at the dark storm in front of him.

A black blade and sharp blade swept away, and this purple sword was strangled to powder.

"Good power, this sword is also a chaotic treasure at the top of the **** of the world, and it was smashed instantly. Although such a terrible dark wind blade is rude, if it is swept by several dark wind blades , I'm afraid it won't be much better. "Jian Wushuang secretly exclaimed.

No wonder Lei Chao is trapped in this dark storm and is afraid to move around at will. After all, this dark storm poses a great threat to the mighty.

Although it is dangerous, in order to bring out the Thunder, Jian Wushuang still entered the dark storm.

In the depths of this dark storm, four black robes are standing side by side in the hidden void.

"Jian Wushuang, has broken in."

"Well, now that you're in, don't want to live out again."

"The shadow demon is about to shoot."

"A brilliant genius, unfortunately he is going to die."

The four black robes are sighing there, but the four faces under the black robe have no mercy at all, and some are just cruel and crazy.

During the dark storm, Jian Wushuang held the Blood Peak Sword in his right hand and slowly moved forward, his eyes were full of vigilance.

Hoo!

As if the sound of a knife breaking through the void suddenly sounded, Jian Wu's eyes and pupils shrank, and the sword in his hand waved wildly.

A dark wind blade was blown away by Jian Wushuang's Blood Peak Sword.

Jian Wushuang kept pace and continued to move forward.

This dark storm is relatively stable. Jian Wushuang only needs to pay attention to the dark wind blades that appear around him. Don't let the dark wind blades sweep on his body, there should be no danger.

"I don't know where Thunder will be in this storm." Jian Wushuang muttered.

This dark storm completely isolated his soul power from investigating. He didn't know where Lei Chao was now, but he was searching slowly.

What Jian Wushuang didn't know was that, within this dark storm, and not far behind him, there was a ghostly figure hidden.

This black robe figure is like a ghost. When Jian Wushuang entered the dark storm, he has been behind Jian Wushuang, but Jian Wushuang has not found his existence from beginning to end.

Under the black robe, a pair of turquoise green eyes with faint beating of ghosts and fires staring at Jian Wushuang in front of them, their breath converges to the extreme, like air.

He is waiting, waiting for the perfect shot.

Hoo! call! call!

Three subtle empty sounds rang suddenly from the surrounding area, and the sword was unparalleled but instantly alert. A wave of his hand meant three swords, and it struck lightningly over the three dark wind blades that swept across.

The three dark wind blades also resolved instantly.

But at this moment

"The time has come!"

The one who has been behind Jian Wu's body, hides the perfect figure of the black robe, flashes in his eyes, and floats out like a ghost.

He's too fast.

Jian Wushuang has just wielded the sword to resolve the three dark wind blades. The ghost figure has already appeared behind him, while a cold dagger appears in his hand, this dagger is facing the sword Wushuang's head stabbed stiffly.

Beyond all speed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, time and space seem to come to a complete halt, and the whole world is left with only this cold and dreadful dagger.

It's too fast.

The man who shot is definitely the top powerhouse who is good at assassinations. Whether it is the timing of the shot or the shot method, including the speed, it is perfect.

Jian Wushuang has been full of vigilance, but he hasn't responded until this ghost figure appeared behind him, even when he stabbed a dagger.

"Jiang Wushuang, watch out!" A low drink, like a thunder, rang out in Jian Wushuang's heart.

Jian Wushuang's body is a stimulating spirit, and his heart is also violently shocked. The pores of the whole body are also rapidly enlarged at this moment. A special feeling rises in Jian Wushuang's heart.

This feeling is the feeling between life and death.

He sensed the terrible sense of crisis coming from behind him.

This horrible sense of crisis, although not unprecedented, has never been more than twice since the practice of Jian Wushuang. Jian Wushuang even has an illusion that he is about to die.

He desperately moved his body just to avoid the fatal blow behind him.

"Hurry up!"

"Faster, fast!"

Jian Wushuang growled frantically at the bottom of his heart, desperately trying to make him move one more point.

After all, for every point he moves, he has a little more hope.

"Dead!"

The ghost figure that suddenly attacked at this moment couldn't help covering it at this moment. A shocking intention completely locked Jian Wushuang, with an endless chill dagger in his hand, getting closer and closer to Jian Wushuang's skull. .

But at this moment, a huge tentacle suddenly burst out from the back of Jian Wushuang, like the same blood-colored lightning, the first time it hit the dagger.

The dagger contains the power of terror, and the tentacle was smashed away in an instant, and the momentum continued to attack Xiangshou Wushuang.

But with the moment of effort blocked by this tentacle, Jian Wushuang has barely moved his body.

Wow!

The dagger containing endless killing, just brushed across Jian Wushuang's head, and the cold mang bursting in the dagger left a wound on Jian Wushuang's cheek, blood flowing.

"Go!"

Jian Wushuang issued a burst of drink, and the blood peak sword in his hand burst out with a mighty power, just like a billion-pound pound mountain, smashing with anger.

(End of this chapter)