Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1944: Seventh house master!

Boom!

On the battlefield, Duan Lingfeng has already played against the cold old man.

Although the cold old man is a god-monarch strong, Duan Lingfeng is ranked first in the true **** list, which is enough to fight with him, and he will not lose in a short time.

"Master, you just said that Master Duan is the first true **** of all ages. The person who now fights with him seems to be slightly stronger than him. Is he a legendary mighty person?" Luo Tianhong Could not help asking.

"Yes, it is a mighty one," Jian Wushuang replied.

"Really." Luo Tianhong took a breath of air.

The Mighty One, for many practitioners who have stayed in God for many years, the Mighty One is definitely a character in mythology.

"Master Duan is a true god, but he can fight with the legendary mighty man like this, the first true **** of all ages, deserved its name." Luo Tianhong admired.

"Jian Wushuang, let's do it, otherwise your friend may not be able to last for too long."

"Huh." Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.

Immediately, the King Wang's figure shook, and he was back in Jian Wushuang again.

"Qiuyue, you and this little guy will stay on the spaceship." Jian Wushuang said.

"Yes." Qiuyue nodded.

And Jian Wushuang is sweeping away with Jian Yi directly toward the giant continent.

While stepping on that continent, the thunderous and mighty divine power was released directly from Jian Wushuang.

The power of this might is dozens of times stronger than that of the cold old man who exerted his strength.

The majesty is like prison, completely covering the entire land.

The many practitioners on this land, including the people of the Bewitching Palace, are all terrified.

The horror of such great power finally shocked a strong man hidden in the deepest part of the continent.

I saw a violent breath erupting one after another. From the deepest part of the land, that is, in the old nest of the Bewitching Palace, several figures rushed one after another.

Gathering with the cold old man at the beginning, there are seven figures floating in the sky.

Like the seven gods.

"So many people?" Jian Wu's eyes narrowed.

He knows that there are some powerful men in this horror palace, and even powerful ones, but he didn't expect that a small horror palace could hide enough seven powerful ones!

The most important thing is that these seven mighty men are not only gods, they are only four, and there are only three remaining, which are three gods! !!

The three great emperors, the four great kings, this is the tyrannical lineup that appears at the moment before the sword has no double sides.

Among the three gods, the head is a man in a gold robe wearing a scarlet ghost mask. The man in the gold robe mask stood there, which brought some pressure to Jian Wushuang. No doubt, This man with a golden robe mask is a real peak goddess! !! !!

"Dear guy, this little temple of the Behemoth Palace is really capable, and it has enough seven great gods, even one of the peak gods." Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, with a cold smile, just like a blade.

These seven powerful men are all staring at Jian Wushuang.

Among them, the man in the golden robe mask was exposed outside, and the pair of weird golden eyes was showing endless resentment while Sen Leng looked at Jian Wushuang.

"You are a sword unparalleled !!!" The voice of the man in the golden robe mask was cold and the air solidified instantly.

"Know me? It seems I'm in the blood evil gate, and I have a certain reputation." Jian Wushuang touched his nose.

"The owner of the seventh house of this blood-shaking door!" The man in the golden robe mask stared at Jian Wushuang, and his body swept across the sky.

Jian Wushuang stunned.

"Your son? Is that His Royal Highness Mu Hong?"

Although Jian Wushuang has dealt with Xuesha Men, the only one who really died in his hands is His Royal Highness Mu Hong.

And Jian Wushuang always felt that His Highness Mu Hong should have some background. Now it seems that his background should be his father, the man in front of the golden robe mask.

"There is a father of the peak god, no wonder that His Royal Highness Mu Hong will be so arrogant." Jian Wushuang smiled.

"No more nonsense, revenge for my child today!"

"Kill!"

The man in the gold robe whispered, and the breath of the peak emperor instantly locked on the sword unparalleled, his body suddenly skyrocketed, directly rising to ten feet high, and a gold robe swept into an endless gold cloud .

A huge golden mountain rumbling, also appeared above the sky from nowhere.

The golden mountains are magnified infinitely, crushing everything in the sky, and at this moment, they are coming from the sword.

Looking at the golden mountains above, Jian Wu's pupils could not help but shrink.

When the golden mountains oppressed him, he clearly sensed a force of extreme repression.

Unsurprisingly, this golden mountain is a very rare repression treasure, and this power has already reached the level of Chaos God Treasure.

"Chaos Divine Treasures are rare, and repressive Chaos Divine Treasures are even rarer." Jian Wushuang murmured, even though he was faintly feeling a sense of crisis under the golden mountains.

"My seven stars completely collapsed, and the ancient bloodline power recovered slightly. The strength was not at its peak. I was a bit disadvantaged by the seventh house owner who possessed the suppression of chaos."

Jian Wushuang turned his mind, but immediately glanced at the sword next to him.

"Here is the man, kill him!" Jian Wushuang commanded.

"Yes." Sword nodded respectfully, and the blood cloud rolled over him immediately.

The blood mist gathered in the sky, and a **** ocean formed in an instant, completely covering the huge golden mountain.

The golden mountains are powerful and mighty and powerful, but they are crushed and bombarded in the sea of ​​blood, but they seem to be bombarded on a group of cotton.

"What?" The man with the golden mask, that is, the master of the seventh house, changed his face and couldn't help but glance at the sword.

But Ke Jian didn't pause for a moment, his figure was magical, he had already attacked and killed the seventh house master.

"Hum!"

The Lord of the Seventh House gave a cold hum. Before the sword approached, he rolled his hands and took out a large seal directly.

On this big seal, there is a golden dragon, with a strong breath, and it is a very special chaos treasure.

With the slap of the handprint by the master of the seventh house, Da Yin burst into a strong golden light, and the golden dragon above the Da Yin came to life instantly.

"Hello !!!"

Jingtian Longming echoed the world.

The golden dragon soared immensely in an instant, with endless majesty, and struck directly at the sword.

This golden dragon alone gives the sword a unique feel, which is enough to contend with the general peak god.

"This seventh house master has so many treasures?" Jian Wushuang was surprised inside.

(End of this chapter)