Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4651: ??Shocked

The Confucian shirt hunts with the wind, and Qi Ting looks indifferently towards the False God. At this moment, he is like the King of Qilin, releasing the power of the ancestor to Yang.

The eyes of the False God are condensed, the supreme divine power of this middle-aged man surging all over his body is a ancestor!

When did the Divine Power Universe have another ancestor class besides Eternal God?

He is not allowed to think at all. Jian Wushuang's sword, which is extremely sharp in the world, cuts down to him!

Having been promoted to Banzu in ten years.

Only Jian Wushuang knows how great his insights are.

The unrestrained freedom in Cangwu Taichung has finally laid the avenue for Jianwushuang to become a ancestor--all things.

Jian Wushuang, who has been restrained by pressure and has grown up to the present, all he wants is guardianship.

It is precisely the premature perception that has penetrated his own way, and everything just came to fruition, straight into the half ancestor.

Unparalleled Kendo, Xinghe Lake Sword Concept.

The second form, river.

The infinite swordsmanship condenses into a long river of sword waterfalls, the most ordinary and the most powerful form, which lays the framework for the entire Wushuang Kendo.

The vast and powerful sword spectrum flows up the river, facing the deity ancestor!

Looking at the opponent who was like a ants in the past, the sword meaning released by him is now faintly making him feel a little throbbing.

The imaginary **** waved his sleeves, and the celestial demon **** ancestor behind him roared, waving two giant arms full of chains to deal with it!

The two are opposite. The sword falls and the river roars, which directly crushes and destroys the two arms of the demon ancestor. Then, the castration is unabated.

At this moment, both the divine universe and the imaginary universe were shocked.

Break the ancestral magic phase with the power of half-ancestor!

Jian Wushuang's growth has completely surpassed everyone's imagination. Even the blood wave supreme closest to Jian Wushuang is incredible.

The celestial **** of the sky covered with mourning, a large amount of virtual force spewed out of his mouth, and countless vertical and horizontal sword intentions completely penetrated his body surface, which was completely dimmed.

The False God took a step back. He looked at the figure in disbelief. It was only ten years later. The ants that could be eliminated with a wave of hand turned into what they are today.

Without giving God any chance to breathe, Jian Wushuang put **** in his right hand to draw out a vast sword.

With an invisible sword, a tangible trend emerges.

He has no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

The vast swords are intertwined with each other like a dense net, and they walk towards the virtual god.

Ki Ting followed, he smiled slightly, and behind him appeared the Kirin treasure phase, which turned into the power of countless ways to the Sun to strangle the army of Xu Shi.

The power belonging to the ancestor level has long been beyond the reach of the virtual venerable. As soon as the power of the unicorn to the sun came out, 300,000 people stepped into the virtual venom of the divine power universe, and they were all turned into powder.

The destructive power of the ancestor level is too terrible, everything is born and died, even if it is a half ancestor level, it can only drink on the spot.

The millions of troops that emerged from the virtual universe were wiped out more than half in just a moment.

And just as Qi Ting was about to make another shot, since the cracks of that day, a horrible presence came out again.

The emperor's crown above his head, dressed in a black Jinhua costume, is like the darkest lord, come here!

His presence made Qiting alert.

It's just that the Emperor's gaze did not stay beside him, but looked at Lao Zun.

"You didn't die!" With unwilling suppression of anger, the whole battlefield outside the region was resounded.

Lao Zun looked calm, with a slight disdain to look at the Emperor Yan, "I want to kill me just because of you, debris?"

A short sentence directly ignited the emperor, the emptiness of the sky, and eight real shadows emerged from behind him.

"I can hit you once, then I can hit you a second time, and wait for this king to devour it!"

Eight shadows, each one has a different color, but their faces are exactly the same as those of Lao Zun.

Like the extreme darkness, each one has a true shadow of ancestral strength and gallops.

Ki Ting couldn’t help it, and directly turned the thick Zhiyang Divine Power into a barrier of enchantment in front of the monk army.

"Boom!"

The combined effort of the eight Dao Zhenying easily tore the Qiyang Divine Power of Qi Ting, and went straight to the old deity.

The terrifying and terrifying power, even Qiting, began to palpitate.

Is that hard-to-understand terrorist power really a ancestral power?

On the other side, it is much easier to approach the sword of Wushen with only one palm.

He seems to be a fairy in the sky of Yunye He, and every blow that seems to be fluttering is enough to cause a heavy damage to the virtual god.

And the False God who could shoot him to death with a single palm, can only barely resist under the endless offensive at the moment.

With one finger forward, the invisible sword intention suddenly pierced the left shoulder of the False God.

The blood of the ancestors fell, and his face was rueful.

"The most erroneous decision I made was to let go of your life!"

As soon as this statement came out, Jian Wushuang's calm state of mind trembles, "What are you talking about?"

The vacant God’s eyes are cold, "I didn’t expect you to grow up to the present level in just ten years. If I knew it, I would definitely wipe you out on the spot!"

Suddenly, the final scene of the holocaust battle ten years ago came to mind.

Jian Wushuang finally understands why he and Lao Zun can survive. The original devastating blow from the False God pushed him away from him at the moment of the explosion.

Take a deep breath, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Why should I do that?"

Xu Shen smiled coldly, "There will be a reasonable concern behind all unreasonable things, but I am still wrong."

"To make up for the mistakes I made, I will completely destroy you today."

With the sound of a deep voice, the body of the False God wrapped in black mist instantly lights up endless mysterious runes.

Jian Wushuang only felt a great terror between life and death. He almost turned sideways with his instinct, and he escaped several chains looted from the virtual god.

The clothes on the left shoulder that touched the chain slightly began to shatter quickly.

Without a hit, the chain is returned to the body, the false gods with mysterious runes flashing all over him, with fiery flames in his eyes, looking at Jian Wushuang from a distance.

The False God, who almost carried the entire imaginary universe with luck, is terrifying at the moment, even Jian Wushuang feels a crisis of life and death when facing him.

"The destruction of the Divine Power Universe is a foregone conclusion. Your appearance is only to add the last sadness to the Divine Power Universe. I will remember you, but you must die in my hands."

The False God's eyes were scorching, and after finishing this last sentence, he no longer intended to speak.

Since his entire body, numerous mysterious runes have gradually sublimated into the void, condensing into a weird formation.