Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1839: Destroyed and destroyed

"How powerful is the power alone, how fast is it terrible?" The Emperor of Ice Silk could not help thinking.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw it the next moment.

I saw the two Hongjun gold swords that were also shaken back a distance, and they shook slightly, but then came back to him like an electric arc.

A distance of tens of thousands of miles, these two Hongjun gold swords crossed almost instantly.

"It's too fast." The ice silk **** Emperor stared, but the sword in his hand was again slashed out.

Clang! clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!

Sounds of impact sounded one after another. With each impact, the horrific power contained in Na Hongjun ’s golden sword pulled out the explosion of the Ice Silk God Emperor Zhen, but his body just stood firm, and Na Hongjun ’s golden sword then The shock came again without giving him any chance to breathe.

He has already done his best, but under the continuous impact of these two Hongjun gold swords, he has been defeated one after another, and he has been hit again and again. His body is constantly being impacted, and his injuries are constantly increasing.

"Ice emperor, my husband is here to help you."

A loud drink suddenly sounded, and I saw an old man in white robe holding a epee, and then in the middle, it skyrocketed like a towering mountain, and the mighty sword rolled against him.

The old man in white robe is also a peak **** himself. Now he is doing his best to cast this sword. The power is powerful enough to make ordinary gods move.

Ke Wushuang saw this, but his eyes were cold.

"Go!"

The word icy spit out, Jian Wushuang patted it in the direction of the old man in the white robe.

This palm seems to contain the whole reincarnation, even if it collides directly with the mighty epee.

With a loud noise, the epee flew straight away, and even the old man in the white robe turned into a streamer and burst out. On the way, the old man in the white robe sprayed blood violently, and his breath was directly debilitated. Come down.

A top prince, under the palm of his sword, has been defeated.

"Jiuyin Emperor, don't let those gods obstruct me." Jian Wushuang glanced at Jiuyin Emperor in the distance.

"I try my best." God of Jiuyin smiled bitterly.

Although he is a **** emperor, he now has to fight with the four Dao soldiers against a total of eleven princes. Among these eleven princes, there are several top princes. Although he is not afraid, he is not afraid of others. There are a lot of them. One or two princes can free up their hands and hinder the battlefield next to them. He can't help it.

"Hum!"

The sword has no double-sided color and is cold, staring at the ice emperor **** in front.

Just as the old man in the white robe obstructed, he gave the ice silk **** emperor a chance to breathe.

And now ...

Boom!

An unprecedented chill swept away from the Emperor of the Ice Silkworm, and the Emperor of the Ice Silkworm also became extremely red, and the endless chill formed a storm and swept away.

"Are you desperate?" The sword has no double-sided indifference. At the same time that he saw the breath of the ice silk **** emperor's breath soaring, his thoughts moved, and in a short time, another golden light burst out quietly.

"Get out, get out of me!"

The Emperor of the Ice Silkworm also had scarlet eyes, and the sword in his hand waved in succession.

Clang! clang!

Two impact sounds, two Hongjun gold swords are directly blasted out, and the Emperor of the Ice Silk is also out of shape, but on the way, hum! A strange golden light appeared before him again.

"Third handle?" The emperor of the silkworm stared.

He doesn't know. The sword-unparalleled Hongjun gold sword has nine handles. As he becomes more aware of the space-time way, the more Hongjun gold swords he can use.

Jian Wushuang ’s perception of space-time Dao has always been at the top of the sixth floor of the Tao Palace, so the limit can only be cast with two Hongjun gold swords, but now ...

For 6,000 years in the ancient battlefield, Jian Wushuang has gained great opportunities and benefits. Among them, the greatest improvement in strength is time and space! !! !!

Now, of course, he can cast the third Hongjun gold sword.

"Damn!" The Emperor Silkworm looked extremely ugly.

The two-handed Hongjun Jinjian has put him under great pressure. He has gone all out and even desperately, and has been suppressed very miserably, but now he has another one?

How can he compete?

"This sword's unparalleled strength is by no means just the level of the average peak god!" The Emperor Silkworm roared, but his body was already madly retreating.

"Want to escape? You have no chance." Jian Wu's eyes were surging with a surging killing, and a force of time and space permeated.

"Ancient mystery, moon picking!"

Om the whole world, at this moment, the whole time and space are ruthlessly oppressed towards the emperor of the silkworm.

The body of the Emperor Silkworm was instantly limited by the pressure, and the speed dropped sharply. Even the movements on the hands became extremely difficult.

The three golden streamers, like three life-saving signs, are still coming in haste.

"No!"

The Emperor of the Silkworm sent out an unwilling roar, barely raising his hand to resist a Hongjun gold sword, but the remaining two handles bombarded his skull and his chest, respectively.

Although the armor on his surface broke out for the first time, it was only a chaotic Qibao-level armor with limited body protection and was still killed by the front.

This scene surprised many of the strong players in the surrounding battlefield.

"Dead? The Emperor of the Silkworm was killed?"

"How can it be so fast?"

"It will only take a moment."

Many princes have wide eyes and incredible faces.

They know that the Emperor of the Silkworm is definitely not an opponent of Jian Wushuang, but it should be fine for a while to entangle the sword.

But, how long is this?

From the outbreak of the war to the present, it is slow to say, but in fact, only a moment has passed, less than twenty breaths.

The sword like Wujun's Hongjun Golden Sword has only hit dozens of times in succession. With such a short effort, the Emperor of the Silkworm has been killed by Jian Wushuang?

Destroying is definitely the destruction of Destroying.

How big is the gap between the two to kill each other so quickly?

"This sword monarch ..."

Even the Emperor Liuguang, beside him, looked at the astonished Chaojian Wushuang at this moment.

She knows the strength of the Emperor Silkworm. Even if she wants to kill each other, it will take some effort. If she wants to be so clean and negligible, she can't do it.

"The three golden lights ... are the Hongjun golden swords that he cast when he became famous? He can cast three handles, and each handle is equivalent to the peak of the Emperor, and the speed is fast. That kind of thing? In conjunction with the ancient gods' moon-picking technique, it is really difficult to escape from him. "Emperor Liuguang admired, and also recognized Jian Wushuang's strength.

"Perhaps his strength is not as good as mine, but he is definitely stronger than Hong Tianbao Lord. Even if he compares with that Star Palace Lord, it is estimated to be almost the same."

"In terms of hunting ability, he is better than me, the master of the Star Palace, and the master of Hongtianbao !!"

(End of this chapter)