Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4673: Heavenly angel Ding Baiyi (Part 2)

Then he raised his head and looked at the young man floating like a fairy quietly, "Exactly."

The young man stunned slightly, and then said loudly, "It's useless to say more, did you send the head to me automatically, or did I pick it up by myself?"

Jian Wushuang was depressed, and he began to suspect that he had a killing physique.

Today, step by step, there are so many people who want to kill him all the time, and this guy who does not know where to come from now, he will take off his head as soon as he comes up, which makes a burst of anger in Jian Wushuang’s heart, "I want my head, I'm afraid you are weak!"

The young man sneered, "Then I will take it by myself."

"This sword fairy Ding Baiyi, do not kill the nameless and asexual people, you self-reported the name, I will take your life again."

"Sword Wushuang." Jian Wushuang said coldly, and an invisible long sword had condensed in his hands.

The young man who claimed to be the sword fairy Ding Baiyi's disdainful eyes gradually disappeared when he saw the invisible long sword in Jian Wu's hands.

"I didn't expect to encounter such a pure kendo in such a big realm, which is a blessing," Jian Xian Ding Baiyi whispered softly, "Well, wait until I appreciate your kendo before killing you again ."

After the words were over, he reached out and brushed his waist coat, and then a real sword with fairy rhythm appeared.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, a kind of kendo that was also pure to the extreme diffused.

"Old Master, you will leave as soon as we meet," he whispered, and then stood in the air with an invisible sword.

Ding Baiyi stretched out his hand, and the vast and magnificent energy was built into a dojo, covering them both.

"One move, one move, this move is up to you." Ding Baiyi retreated half a step, carrying his sword behind him, said lightly.

Jian Wushuang has no opening, and directly cuts the invisible sword in his hand, releasing the first form of the night of the Tailuo Jiandian.

The dojo suddenly dimmed, and the darkness that could devour everything came.

Ding Baiyi whispered, and then carved a sword tactic out of thin air with his left hand that didn’t hold the sword. It was actually to break the Yongye style directly!

But at the same time as breaking away the eternal night, a more vicious sword rose into the sky, the kind of atmosphere that controlled the four seasons of the universe, and it was overwhelming.

Shuo Xueyang is full of spring and autumn, rising up one after another.

The plain shirt swings against the wind, and Ding Baiyi's calm eyes gradually become fiery. He lifts up the real sword covered with fairy charms, and one sword comes out!

A sword without fancy, is a simple flat thorn, but it is very powerful, as if it is close to all, desperate sword!

Taro's four seasons of the sword style, which he thought of, were defeated, without any suspense.

That unique sword easily broke through the four-season sword style, and the straight forward stabs forward, crushing the pipa bone of Jian Wushuang's left shoulder.

The blood of the gods fell, and the bones of the gods were damaged.

"Sword Wushuang!" Feng Qi exclaimed, and then rushed forward, but was stopped by Lao Zun's hand, "With me, Wushuang is unharmed."

Feng Qi heard that, even though he stopped, his eyes were full of tension.

In the dojo, Jian Wushuang let the blood on his left shoulder drool, staring at Ding Baiyi.

Ding Baiyi reported with a smile, "The swordsmanship you used just now is not your own. Although it is extremely delicate, it has already lost its intelligence and is not a good one. If I just insisted on taking your head just now, I am afraid that you will Not as intact as it is now."

"If your swordsmanship only stops, then I would advise you to take the lead, and save your ugliness."

Jian Wushuang did not speak, slowly raised the invisible sword in his hand, and thousands of swords were spread like vines in the air.

At the same time, a solemn unparalleled treasure condensed behind him, majestic!

"It's a little interesting." Ding Baiyi's mouth twitched, and the sword in his hand was clear. At the next moment, his entire figure turned directly into a stream of streamers, straight forward.

Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, the vast sword was like a galaxy of galaxy, and the most pure and extreme straight cut, sinking down.

This is the only sword that the constructed dojo can't bear to break up directly, and the indescribable sword intention surpasses any of his previous swords!

The two pure and extreme swords collided, and the magnificent martyrdom swept the world with Jian Wushuang as the center.

The sword intention was torn and damaged, and the magnificent Wushuang Baoxiang behind Jian Wushuang was finally torn apart.

The world mourns, the invisible and quality roads are agitated.

The most tragic martyrdom seems to be just the sharpest sword, piercing all his sword intentions.

Jian Wuwei exposed bitterness, is this the way to lose?

Even the elder Zun can no longer be indifferent.

But in the next moment, time seems to be stagnation, and the layers of blasts seem to stop at the last moment of the explosion.

And the absolute sword, which had no way to stop it, was also trembling, and finally stopped before the last layer of sword intention.

A long wind blew through, disturbing the hair.

Looking at the real sword that is only one finger away from his neck but hard to get in, Jian Wushuang then looks at Ding Baiyi in front of him.

The palm that held the sword handle shook uncontrollably, Ding Baiyi's clear face began to pale, and a drop of rich scarlet blood dripped from his nose.

"Why, how..." Without a word, he went straight to the sky and passed out.

Jian Wushuang's subconsciously urged divine power wrapped Ding Baiyi's divine body and laid him flat in the void.

Looking at this situation, Old Venerable and Blood Wave Supreme came quickly to Jian Wushuang.

Looking at him, Lao Zun directly raised the blackwater scepter to prepare to kill Ding Baiyi.

"Lao Zun!" Jian Wushuang said coldly, reaching out to stop Lao Zun shaking his head, "Can't kill, I feel he has no strong intention to kill me, and if he kills, he won't win."

"What time is it, do you know that he went a step further and the consequences are unbearable?" Feng Qi said anxiously.

Jian Wushuang's eyes flickered, and finally he said, "Can't kill, he let me do it before, this time when I gave it back to him."

Several half-ancestors sighed quietly and stopped talking.

Old Master also slowly withdrew the Blackwater Scepter and nodded at him.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked away and said, "Back to Yunxiao Palace."

The eye of Chaos Spring is blocked again, except for the more broken sky dome, nothing seems to happen.

Back to the Yunxiao Palace, Jian Wushuang created a new pavilion, placed the white cloth Ding Baiyi in it, and then used supreme supernatural powers to block all around the pavilion.

As soon as he wakes up, Jian Wushuang can perceive instantly.

Such a person who is most likely to go from the secret to Dayan Huan to the sword fairy of the divine universe, calmed Jian Wushuang's thoughts gradually.