Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4270: Wrath of the Morrow
(The second is here!)
"Mo Luo crashed!"
"Cut Star !!!"
Oh!
The Wu Weapon Sword with no hands in the sword and the sharply-curved horns of Mo Luo Yangu collided fiercely!
Suddenly, a loud noise came!
The sword-cutting sword technique pushed to perfection by the sword unparalleled, instantly transformed into a rainbow of five hundred feet shocking the world, squeezing the void, running through the sun and the moon!
Huanghuang Jianwei, destroyed withered!
This sword was split on the pair of sharply curved horns of Moruo Yangu, but he cut off his horns instantly!
Like the tofu, the pair of horns of Mora were cut off directly!
The blood of the gods spurted out, and a blood rain fell on the battlefield of the sixteenth city.
"Yangu leader!"
"Yangu Leader !!"
Instantaneously, the faces of the other Mo Luo people who were on the side changed, and they anxiously uttered a voice. They immediately wanted to rush to help Mo Luo Yan Gu.
"Nothing."
Moruo Yangu shed a string of blood in his mouth. He reached out and waved his hands towards the Molu people. He took a deep breath and looked at Jian Wushuang. Shen said: "Blood sword, let it be Look at the magical powers of our Mora family! "
Then, looking sideways at the blackbird, he said, "Blackbird, the next thing is up to you."
After speaking, Moruo Yangu slowly closed his eyes.
Correspondingly, the braided boy sitting on his shoulder opened his eyes.
Jian Wushuang's brows frowned, and a faint feeling of heart surged.
I saw the braided boy, his eyes were black, and there was only a small white spot in the center of the eyes.
"Blood swords, we Molu clan, do not cultivate magical powers, do not practice mysteries, rely on innate physical strength and the associated black cricket boy!"
The next moment.
The braided boy spoke, but strangely, the braided boy spoke silently, while Moruo Yangu didn't speak, but the voice came from his mouth.
His voice is no longer as low as before, but has become a bit sharper.
"I understand." Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, his expression a little heavy.
"Blood Sword, you just need to take a trick from me. After taking this trick, we have two grievances. From then on, you will be a friend of the Mo Luo family!"
"OK."
Jian Wushuang nodded his head, clenched the Wu Weapon Sword in his hand, and waited for the strongest move of Mo Luo Yan Gu!
"Talented magic, Wrath of Moro !!!"
Moruo Yangu raised his head and roared. The black cricket boy sitting on his shoulder suddenly changed his fingers and quickly drew his way!
With the black prince's tactics, the space immediately began to compress in his chest position.
A black light wave condensed to the extreme, and continues to condense in the position of Moruo Yangu's chest!
"Blood sword, you got it!"
Mo Luo Yangu roared and stepped forward with his right foot. Instantly, this black light wave, like a laser that annihilated space, slammed violently towards Jian Wushuang!
This black laser has the thickness of a bucket and is extremely fast. Everything that is rubbed by this black laser is melted into nothingness!
The reaction of an unlucky ultimate master is slightly slower. After being rubbed a little by this black laser, it fell directly and turned into powder.
"Is this the magical power of the magic Luo family?" Jian Wushuang's expression was dignified, and he also used the magic power of magic!
"Talents, Primitive Universe!"
"Talented, amazing life!"
Immediately, two realms with strong repression force came!
Under this realm, Jian Wushuang slowly lifted the Wu Weapon Excalibur, and the fourth heavy kendo origin is mixed with a series of extremely high-level laws of the universe.
"Cut Star !!!"
Oh!
Silver Sword Rainbow condenses again, but this time, Silver Sword Rainbow has soared to a thousand feet under various forces!
What is the concept of Yihong Zhang Jianhong?
This sword directly encompasses all the emptiness of the sixteenth city battlefield, covering the sky, and reaching the extreme!
"Choose !!!"
Along with Jian Wushuang's low drink, the thousands of swords and rainbows covering the sky and the sky were cut off!
Oh!
Qianzhang Yinbai Jianhong and the black laser slammed together!
At this moment, the world seems to be divided into two pictures. On the left is Moruo Yangu rendered by a black laser, and on the right is a sword Wushuang holding nearly a thousand silver and white swords.
The silver Jianhong, which has never been disadvantaged, finally met his opponent this time!
The two kept wrestling, and Jian Wushuang stepped on the ground with his right foot, but was forced to step back by the huge power from the black laser!
The Mo Luo was even more uncomfortable, and kept roaring, and began to crack a little on the huge body.
At this moment, on the battlefield of the sixteenth city, many of the ultimate masters who are fighting and fighting are all stopping the battle in their hands and looking towards Moruo and Sword Warriors.
"My Buddha is compassionate. Seeing that these two people must have created many sins." The rabbit Buddha held a scepter and folded his hands, sighing for mercy, "Let the poor monks come to save their sins Come on. "
On the other side.
The handsome young man wearing a snow-white gown with a mink fur on his left shoulder skin stabbed the ultimate master with a stab, and looked up at Jian Wushuang and Mo Luo fighting, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
"What a terrifying sword."
Not only these two people, but constantly looking in all directions, looking at Jian Wushuang and Mo Luo.
Oh! !! !!
Finally, a huge popping sound blew up, setting off a sea of waves.
Jian Wushuang and Mo Luo are both blocked by the diffused smoke.
Around them, there is a violent and chaotic divine power, and no one dares to approach it.
The dust gradually dispersed.
The shocking scene happened.
I saw Moruo Yangu half-knelt on the ground, and a long stream of **** blood kept flowing down from his mouth.
Wu Wei's Excalibur, which has no hands in the sword, so quietly stagnates a few inches above the ancient skull of Moruoyan.
Win or lose, you know at a glance!
"Blood Sword, you won." Moruo Yangu panted, and raised his head a little bit hard.
"Assign."
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but did not mean to kill him, but turned his eyes and looked towards the five monumental monuments.
I saw there, the battle between the Emperor Jinwu and the descendants of the Dark Devil was nearing completion.
Both of them are dominated by real invincibles, but unfortunately, Emperor Jinwu is indeed the Jinwu royal family, and the eldest son of the emperor Jinwu. The descendants of the Dark Demon born from the blood river are worse.
"Destroy it, dirty and humble bugs."
In the eyes of Jin Wu, two groups of flames were burning, and he glanced lightly at the dreadful descendants of the Dark Devil's descendants. His voice was not happy or sad, without any emotion.
The giant axe in the hands of the descendants of the Dark Devil has been cut in two. He raised his head sternly and looked at the emperor Jinwu who was high above him. His eyes were full of unwillingness.
Even when Emperor Jinwu is about to start, ready to kill the descendants of the Dark Lord.
Suddenly!
A sword shadow, driving the Excalibur towards five Fengshen monuments!
This sword image is the sword Wushuang that defeated Mo Luo Yan Gu!
ps: Two more arrived today!