Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4281: The death of Jian Wushuang (middle)
The first is here! )
Oh! !! !!
Silver sword rainbow reappears in the world, just like the water of the sky, and like the dawning thunder, with endless power, chopped towards the prisoner dragon!
"Look at it, the Blood Sword is relying on this sword to kill the descendants of the Dark Lord!"
"Who can stop this sword?"
"The style of this sword is really like the sword **** Ling Shi."
Countless people are amazed.
There is also Xiu Xiu's eyes burning, his face full of fascination, and he sighed: "My generation Xiu Xiu, it should be like this."
However, only Jian Wushuang knows that now, his whole body power is exhausted, and his body is full of scars. If this sword is chopped with ordinary power, it is worthy of luck.
"Today, I'm afraid there will be difficulties." Jian Wushuang shook his head with a bitter smile.
Oh! !! !!
Zhan Xing and Mori Blu-ray Ball collided fiercely!
A loud blast came, and then, I saw the silver sword rainbow began to collapse and shatter, and finally disappeared completely!
And the Nasen Blu-ray ball, after just a little dimming, banged again towards the sword unparalleled!
Oh!
A muffled noise came, not waiting for Jian Wushuang to react at all. The chest of Jian Wushuang's body was directly penetrated by Mori blue light ball, leaving a huge hollow!
Jian Wushuang's face turned pale to the extreme, but it was crumbling and almost fell from the air.
His body has been hit harder than ever!
The whole scene instantly turned into a dead silence.
Everyone looked at this scene blankly, forgetting to speak for a while.
The last second also carried one enemy four, killing the four invincible swordsman who dominated the mighty sword. In the next second, he was defeated by this strange man who did not know where to come!
Immediately, they reacted with a stunner and glared at the prison dragon.
"Dirty! Shoot while the blood sword is weakest!"
"While killing someone when someone is sick, huh, that ’s a good way."
"Shameless!"
A sound of moral indignation and sarcasm came, and the prisoner dragon shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then spread his hands, glanced at Jian Wushuang obliquely, scornfully:
"Weak weak, blood sword, you are too weak."
Just say, Prison Dragon laughed wildly, then shook his head and whispered to himself: "I don't know what the guy in Bingyu thinks, is such a garbage worthy of me to shoot?"
Jian Wushuang heard his face expressionless, but his eyes grew colder.
He can feel that the power of his body is not enough to repair the scars on the body.
"Stop talking? Well, it's really boring."
Prison Dragon spread his hands, and immediately appeared in front of the sword without double sides.
"So fast!"
Jian Wushuang's pupils shrunk, and he raised his arm hard, trying to chop the Wu Weeping Sword to resist.
However, the prison dragon has been thrown out fiercely, like a nine-section giant whip, and fiercely kicked on the swordless pair of waists.
"Trash, you should have a trash attitude."
Oh!
This foot was thrown on Jian Wushuang, directly dropping the whole person of Jian Wushuang from the top of Nine Clouds, slamming it into a rock, and smashing a human-shaped giant pit!
"Why, it's just an ant that can be crushed to death by hand." Prison Dragon poked his lips, then slowly descended, and flew towards Jian Wushuang.
Deep in the mountains.
Jian Wushuang lay on the ground, like a drowning man, panting heavily.
It hurts! Intense pain!
Every bone, every inch of skin, every vein in his body, as if it were about to crack, is painful.
The prisoner's foot not only destroyed all the divine power and body he had managed to recover, but put him into a precarious position.
"I can fight"
Jian Wushuang clenched his teeth. Although his whole body seemed to have a severe pain, but the coldness and fortitude in his eyes did not decrease by half. Suddenly, a trembling support stood up.
The prisoner's voice was somber and deep, and it sounded outside the mountain rock again.
"Oh, by the way, Blood Sword, I also prepared a gift for you, you should like it if you come."
Oh!
A turquoise arm shot from the outside of the mountain rock, then grabbed Jian Wushou's neck, pulled it back fiercely, and immediately pulled the sword out.
The prisoner's five fingers stabbed Jian Wushuang's neck and lifted the sword Wushuang's neck. He smiled and said, "Blood sword, when I passed the tenth city, a little guy said that he was yours, and if I It's ugly to dare to come and you will die. Guess who is that person? "
Jian Wushuang heard his words, his face suddenly changed.
The next moment, I saw the prisoner dragon flipping his right hand, dragging a black sandalwood box on his palm.
The black sandalwood box slowly stretched out, a complexion with an iron complexion and eyes with wide eyes, appearing in front of the sword without double sides!
"Hao Ember?"
"Master Bloodsword?"
Two voices sound at the same time.
Hao Ember dominated Jian Wushuang's glance up and down, then turned his head and looked at the Prison Dragon sternly, angrily shouting: "You monster, what have you done to Blood Sword Master?"
"What did you do? Are you questioning me?" Prison Dragon chuckled and continued to say, "You are optimistic, how do you, the blood sword lord who is invincible in your heart, beg for mercy? Yes. "
Oh!
A violent divine power suddenly surged in the hands of the prisoner dragon, and then saw Jian Wushuang's legs explode.
He licked the corner of the bloodthirsty mouth, and Pi Xiaorou did not smile: "Blood sword, your game is over, I will start your **** body from the feet, then to the skull, crushing inch by inch!" Hahaha, despair, beg for mercy, growl! "
Jian Wushuang didn't say a word, looked at him coldly, his body began to explode, and then dissipated. Even so, Jian Wushuang's expression did not change half!
"Master Bloodsword!"
Hao Ember dominated the situation, and the heartbreaking roar suddenly burst out, screaming.
"Blood Sword!"
The leader of the distant mountain shook his face, and suddenly wanted to sprint over.
However, he hasn't waited for him to take two steps.
I saw the cold wind leader's body flashing, and he was standing in front of the shaking mountain leader, reaching out to stop him, and coldly yelled: "Shake the mountain, recognize your strength, you rush now , Not only can't help the blood sword, but will only bury his life! "
Shake the mountain and clenched his fists tightly, his teeth biting and rattling, squeezing out a sentence from his teeth: "The cold wind, the blood sword is so good that we are in the same camp. Does he care? "
Han Feng heard his face soften a bit, and sighed softly: "Weak meat and strong food, strength is respect, the world is like this, I can't stop it."
The leader of Shaking Mountain gasped heavily after hearing the words, and finally groaned, and turned away, and could not bear to see the scene of Jian Wushuang being killed by the prisoner dragon.
ps: The second one will be slightly later!
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