Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4349: The Lord of the Spirits

"Now honest?"

Jian Wushuang snorted coldly and turned over with his right hand, and retrieved the bronze ancient tripod from the Qiankun Ring.

Lifting your head, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but stunned, and saw that the Ling Ling Holy Land under his feet had been transformed into a fragment of a wall by the shock wave of bronze ancient tripod. He turned his head and stared at him dumbfounded.

"You, who are you?"

The elder Yanbin was paralyzed sitting in a fragment of a wall, staring in horror at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang made a ‘uh’ sound, slightly guilty of being a thief.

Da Da Da Da.

Behind Jian Wu, a rapid footstep sounded.

Immediately, I saw that under the shock wave, there were also some embarrassing heartbeats, and he ran quickly.

"Do not abandon Your Excellency."

Small heart dominates the chest and gasps slightly.

The elder Yanbin shrank his eyes, sometimes looking at Xiang Jianwushuang, sometimes looking at his heart, and finally seemed to understand something, his face changed:

"Okay! Don't worry, you colluded with outsiders and entered the Congenital Dinghuo! You're in big trouble!"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw a stream of flames, dragging the tail flames, and quickly blasting from the position of the Lingfeng Qifeng!

Under this flame streamer, there is a sound boom!

Within a few breaths, this flame streamer appeared in front of everyone.

Countless flames dissipated, revealing a majestic middle-aged man with red hair and two eyes in the fire.

"Sir Lord!"

"Meet the Lord!"

Suddenly, many disciples in the surrounding sacred holy places, as well as the elders who are dominated by their hearts and the elders who are bound by the heart, all kneeled down on one knee.

This majestic middle-aged man is a contemporary master of the Holy Land!

At the moment, Lord Ling Ling's face was iron-blue. He first looked at Jian Wushuang coldly, and then his eyes fell on the Lord of Heart, saying: "Take me to see the Congenious Ding Huochi first."

Xun Xin's heart shivered, and no one knew more about the situation in the congenital Dinghuochi than her.

The congenital Dinghuo accumulated in the tens of thousands of Chaos Periods in the pond has no drop now.

She couldn't imagine how the Lord Ling Ling would fall into this state if she saw this scene.

"Yes!"

Take a deep breath and dominate your scalp.

Then the Lord of Hearts and the Lord of the Spirits stepped toward the Congenital Dinghuochi step by step.

The Congenital Dinghuo Pond is hidden under the ground, and the gate consisting of 10,000 years of cold and icy iron has blocked the congenital Dinghuo Pond firmly.

At this moment, the gate made of these two ice cold black iron has been completely blown open by the bronze ancient tripod, revealing a huge cave.

Countless scorching breaths emerge from this cave.

The Lord Ling Ling, with a somber face, walked towards the cave, just looking down.

Instantly, the Lord of the Ghosts fell like an ice cellar, his expression completely stagnant.

"What about instinct ... Ding Huo?"

The next moment.

The Lord of the Ling Ling shivered. In his eyes, I saw that the innate Dinghuo was originally stored in the deep innate Dinghuo pool. At this moment, it was empty and there was no drop of innate Dinghuo gas left.

"What about innate fire? !!!"

A heartbreaking howl emanated from the mouth of the Lord of the Spirits.

Then, I saw the Lord Ling Ling turned his head suddenly, and he looked eagerly at the Lord of Hearts and Sword Master, his body shaking with anger:

"You guys, you **** it !!!"

Boom ~~! !! !!

Immediately, a momentum of invincible dominance burst out around the Lord of the Gods!

Lord of the Gods, instantly angry to the extreme! !!

When my heart dominated and saw the situation, he was suddenly covered with cold hair and a row of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

As soon as she was about to speak, Jian Wushuang stepped out and stood in front of her.

"Your mission has been completed, leave the rest to me."

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly at her, then turned her eyes, and looked at the Lord Ling Ling, Shen Chan:

"Lord, Lord, that's all for now. Listen to me ....."

"I said you 姥姥!"

The Lord Ling Ling's face was iron-blue, and immediately as he stepped on, he grabbed at Sword Wushuang!

At this moment, he has fallen into rage. Where can I hear the next half sentence?

Oh!

A golden rifle suddenly appeared in the hand of the Lord of the Gods. He stepped on his feet, and endless flames appeared directly on his legs.

Every step he took was a flame mark in the air.

"Go to death !!!"

The next moment, the Lord Ling Ling stabbed forward fiercely. Instantly, this golden lance was stabbed fiercely towards the swordless pair of skulls!

Countless flames blast out from the tip of the sharpshooter!

Jian Wushuang saw a slight frown on his brow, leaping back one step, avoiding the thorn, and said with a deep voice:

"Soul Lord, calm down first."

"I can't calm down !!!"

The Lord of the Gods is flushed with red eyes and panting. If there are not so many disciples present, I'm afraid he can't help crying.

The congenital Dinghuochi, but the holiest holy land has a whole number of 10,000 chaos times, and now, the whole 10,000 number of chaos times has all made a wedding dress for Jian Wushuang, disappearing.

Who can bear this?

I saw the Lord of the Gods after the roar was over, and once again bullied himself, the flame gun in his hand hit the banana like a storm, and fell into the jade plate like a big bead. Sword unparalleled.

唰 唰 唰 唰 ~~!

Countless gun shadows overlap and intertwine, and each shot stabs like a roar of a fire dragon, terrifying.

Jiang Wushuang turned his head slightly, facing the dreamlike gunshadow with ease, avoiding them one by one.

Until now, Jian Wushuang thought that it would be best to resolve the matter peacefully, after all, he had taken away the essence of the Holy Spirit Holy Land first.

However, Jian Wushuang's blind concession did not make Ling Ling's Lord give up, but instead he fought more and more fiercely. In the back, each shot of Ling Ling's Lord had gone straight to Jian Wushuang's life gate .

"Endless?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and his face gradually grew cold.

"Well. Now that I'm telling you well that you can't hear me, I'll persuade you before I tell you."

"Talents, Primitive Universe!"

Oh! !!

Instantly, a realm of power comes to the audience!

Under the power of this realm, the breath of the Lord of the Ghosts weakens rapidly, while the breath of the sword unparalleled is skyrocketing!

Slowly, the speed of Ling Ling's Lord slowed down.

In the next moment, he stabbed a shot, and the flame gold gun in his hand was actually stretched out by Jian Wushuang and caught in one hand!

"Huh?"

The expression of the Lord of the Gods was a moment, and then he roared, his spirits were surging, his hands were pulled back.

Not moving.

Tugged again.

Still not moving.

"This ????"

The Lord Ling Ling is stiff, slowly raises his head and looks at Jian Wushuang.

I saw Jian Wushuang holding the Flame Gun with his right hand, and looked down at him facelessly.

ps: wait a second, immediately