Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4550: Invincible Hell King

"Huh?"

Holding a giant axe, the dog-headed monster that was about to be slashed, feeling the icy sword-likeness that locked him and sprinting at him quickly, couldn't help but stagnate his hands, and slowly looked back.

Suddenly, the dog-headed monster squeaked and his pupils could not help shrinking.

At the same time, Long Qing and King Nine Calamities, including many people who are fighting, all stopped their hands, raised their heads and looked at the dazzling sword light that split across the sky and split the yin and yang!

"This is? !!!"

"Sword Warriors !!!"

"Jian Wushuang is back!"

Suddenly, countless people in the Divine Universe were shaken, all exclaimed.

In the 5,000-year battle of Jian Wushuang, he has already conquered countless people with his own strength, and gained great fame.

Boom!

In a blink of an eye, the sword smashed to the ground, fiercely slashing at the monster with a dog head.

"Weak trash!"

When the dog-headed monster saw this, he was not afraid to laugh, and the long axe in his hand swept away, colliding with the Taro Excalibur in the swordless hands!

Ding!

A sharp and extremely explosive sound exploded, and then, a huge shock wave spread out in a fan shape from the encounter between the two, and its mixed terrorist power directly shattered countless voids and set off the sky.

"Rewind!"

The countless fighting monks and fictitious men all changed their faces and hurried back.

Then everyone saw that the monster with a huge dog head who called himself "Hell King" was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and the whole person crossed a line of arcs and shot out from the sky, His legs made two long marks in the void.

Gradually.

The smoke gradually spread, revealing a young man in black.

This young man in black with black hair has a cold and indifferent face. Among the pale golden pupils, there is no emotion, and the purple 'Chuan' word is dazzling.

The five knuckle fingers in his hand are holding the Taro Excalibur. The powerful sword pressure forms the substance, spreading around him as a center, in an overwhelming manner.

"Sure enough, swordsman!"

"Jian Wushuang, this guy is stronger!"

"Medium Supreme! Jian Wushuang broke through the Medium Supreme again! So fast speed of practice!"

Suddenly, countless people shrink their pupils.

They can feel that Jian Wushuang is more powerful than before, not only the strength of cultivation, but also the feeling leaked out by the whole person.

The current sword is unparalleled, just like the peerless sacred sword that torn for nine days, with a look full of great coercion, which makes people dare not look straight.

Jian Wu's eyes were indifferent. Looking around, he immediately saw countless familiar faces.

King of the Ninth Calamity, Overlord, Moruo Yangu, Long Qing ...

Too many, too many people who have been entangled in grievances, are all wounded at the moment, extremely miserable.

"I am back."

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wu's eyes are full of warfare.

This battlefield is where he should stay!

Now, Jian Wushuang bowed his head slightly and looked at the **** king.

I saw that even though the **** king was split and flew by Jian Wushuangyi sword, the whole body's breath was not attenuated. The deep visible bone mark cut on his chest was re-grown at a speed visible to the naked eye In just a few breaths, it resumed as before.

"Weak trash, do you know that you are provoking a great being."

Hell Wang Yan smiled and spoke, a more terrifying breath came out of him.

Feeling this breath, everyone in the surroundings has changed his face, like a **** king with a dog head, turned into an abyss of death.

"Noise."

The sword glanced at him with no expression on both sides, and then the whole person turned into daybreak golden light, and killed the **** king again!

The immense sword intentions poured out from the hands of Jian Wushuang. In an instant, Jian Wushuang disappeared, and Tai Luo's Excalibur also disappeared.

In the heavens and the earth, there is only the dawning dawn that breaks all darkness and brings dawn to the world!

Domineering, fierce, and sharp, unable to use any words to describe this horrible sword.

This sword is extremely beautiful.

"Birth is part of the cycle, and your part is over."

"Death Strike !!!"

Hell King roared, the endless blue awns, all condensed on the axe of his long axe, fiercely chopped at the sword Wushuang!

This blow is much more powerful than before. It can be said that it has stood at the peak of the invincible Supreme!

Boom!

Under the clash of the two, the sky shakes suddenly, as if there are countless big worlds falling apart.

A larger shock wave spreads instantly, enough to annihilate a hundred stars in an instant.

The two cosmic people around are fighting again, and their body shape is retreating again. A three-mark vanity, whose speed is only one step slower, is hanged by the sword of Wushuang and Hell King, and then hanged into powder.

Jian Wushuang's right hand holding the sword, the tiger's mouth trembled. This axe's power is enough to blast the sun. Rao is a chaotic domineering, and then feels a little laborious.

This is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that the axe of Hell King seems to have the power of devouring. At the moment of fighting, he wants to devour the sword's vitality to repair.

Fortunately, Jian Wushuang is a super-perfect chaotic life. With only a slight movement of divine power, this swallowing power is suppressed.

"Oh? Did you block it? It seems you are better than the ants."

Hell King squinted his eyes, and a slight surprise appeared on his face.

But the next moment, there was a smirk in his lips.

"But in front of me, it's just a slightly stronger ant, it can't change your weak nature!"

"Death Strike !!!"

Countless blue awns, once again converge on the axe blade of the axe in the **** king's hand, chopping fiercely towards the sword Wushuang!

"You are too slow."

Jian Wushuang sneered, directly urging Dragon Blood Mystery, and the speed soared ten times in a sudden. After just a flash, he appeared behind Hell King. The sword of Tara sword in his hand erupted towards Hell. The king's head split away!

"Open the sky!"

"Was the annoying trash just a sneak attack?"

Hell King frowned, and his speed was indeed his weakness.

However, he also has a solution.

Oh!

He raised the axe in his hand first to block the sword grid, then stepped forward to distance himself from the sword unparalleled.

Finally, he raised his right hand, pointed at Jian Wushuang, and said:

"Imagination, withering rhythm!"

The voice fell, and innumerable blue lights suddenly poured out of the void, densely gathering toward his palm, forming a blue vortex.

The next moment, these blue lights burst out of his palm and penetrated into Jian Wushuang's body.

In time, the speed of the sword unparalleled becomes slower, and the breath of the whole body also begins to fall and decline, like the flowers and bones in the autumn wind, gradually withering.