Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4683: Prisoner

Jian Wushuang shook his groggy head hard, and began to observe the prisoners in front of him in the same situation.

In this way, he can't help but be surprised. Every prisoner's state is not lower than half an ancestor!

What is that concept? Even if it is a tragic battle to the extreme, there are no more than thirty ancestors in the universe of divine power and the universe of imagination, and some of them are members of the bite organization.

But right now, the lowest ranks of these prisoners are half-ancestors?

One hundred thousand half-ancestors? Rao was completely shocked by the determination of Jian Wushuang.

Is this the characteristic of Dayanhuan? !

Even the prisoner's state has reached such a point that Jian Wushuang dares not imagine what a terrible existence there is in this great Yan Huan.

After taking a deep breath and forcing down the inner shock, Jian Wushuang looked at the Montenegro nearest to him.

A total of more than one hundred thousand prisoners, directly divided into ten teams, with ten thousand as the unit of measurement, like a long line of march into different Montenegro.

Jian Wushuang’s team is heading to the largest Montenegro.

As he was about to enter the huge mine, he saw hundreds of black-robed figures walking around.

I don’t know why, seeing them, Jian Wushuang always has a feeling of deja vu.

But he couldn't help but look closely, and the prisoner behind him pushed him forward.

Into the mine channel like an abyss, there is no darkness in imagination, but a dim purple image reflects the whole mine channel like a dream.

Jian Wushuang noticed that the hazy purple meaning flashed from a kind of purple sand distributed in the mine.

With the deepening of the team, this team of more than 10,000 in total appears insignificant in the deep belly of Montenegro.

At the same time, hundreds of guards in black robe divided the team into more than one hundred.

The 100-member team where Jian Wushuang is located, led by the guardian, entered one of the most extensive mines.

"It's not a coincidence, you came here and you are about to step into death." A flicker of jokes flashed in the eyes of his thin body walking side by side, "Get ready."

Jian Wushuang just wanted to speak, and a huge black whip was drawn directly towards his thin body. He groaned him, and blood randomly oozed from his chest.

The black robe guardian walking at the front of the team turned around and looked at Jianwushuang coldly, and then continued on.

Looking at the guardian of the half-ancestor level, the sword has no expression on both sides, and then turns to whisper, "What do you mean?"

"The bait, it's all bait!" Gently gritted his teeth, "His mother, as long as I can't die this time, sooner or later they will peel their skins!"

"Bait." After Jian Wushuang repeated several times in the bottom of his heart, he vaguely guessed what was going to happen next.

The more the mine tunnel shrouded in voluptuousness, the hotter it is. Until it reaches the end, Jian Wushuang suddenly sees that the depth of the heart of Montenegro is empty?

Countless stone-like huge black vines spread over the stone walls, seeming to be able to wake up at any time.

At the same time, there are countless special amethysts scattered on the stone walls around these black vines.

The black robe guardian standing at the forefront slowly turned around, watching the hundred-person team say in a deep voice, "jump down."

However, no one came forward.

It seems that this situation has already been anticipated. The black robe guardian directly waved the black bone long whip in his hand, scrolled nearly twenty people, and threw it under the abyss.

The next moment, the most shocking scene appeared, the dark black vines that were originally attached to the stone wall, slowly awakened, like a series of giant pythons, directly rolled up the prisoners who fell into the abyss, and stuffed into that In the unknown darkness.

All the prisoners who saw this scene retreated subconsciously, shaking their bodies like sifting chaff.

However, the black-robed guardian smiled coldly, and at the same time his body retreated, he blocked all the returning passages with great force.

At the same time, a giant python-like vine quietly appeared in front of the less than a hundred prisoners.

"Boom!"

The muddy black vines darted forward and swept away the prisoner halfway through.

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows are tightened, and the abyss is at his feet.

The thin figure on his side glanced at Jian Wushuang, and then he leaned forward to the dark vines traversing the air.

The rest of the prisoners followed him, leaping their teeth.

Jian Wushuang thought for a while, and jumped forward.

The foot is as hard as a rock, and with a little force under the foot, the crushed stone will fall.

"Is this kind of thing actually a living creature..." Jian Wushuang thought secretly in his heart and began to think about how to get out.

The trauma he suffered in the chaos of time and space has long been recovered, and his inner strength has reached its peak.

However, the chain iron plate between the necks is like the rules of the avenue, which restrains the strength of the meridians in his body.

Today's Jianwushuang, its strength is difficult to achieve even at the ancestor level.

The only thing that makes him a little relieved is that his own sword intentions and ancestral supernatural powers can still be used. There is not much problem with self-protection for the time being.

Running among the vines, the danger is not weaker than before.

Each vine is enough to wield the half-ancestor class easily, like a tentacle.

It's just that in these few scenes, there are already fewer than ten prisoners in this group of nearly 200 people.

"Keep on, as long as you stick to the rest of the potholes, we will have a life!" I don't know when the thin body shape Shen Sheng appeared on the side of Jian Wushuang reminded, "Follow me, I will protect you from death!"

Jian Wushuang smiled quietly, "Keep your own life first and talk about other things."

"You don't believe me?" The thin figure stared.

Jian Wushuang said again, "Faith is natural faith, but no one can guarantee it here, is it?"

The thin figure didn't speak anymore. After glancing at Jian Wushuang, the figure was like a ghost and disappeared among the vines.

And Jian Wushuang also focused on avoiding the vine offensive.

When the last scream came to an abrupt halt, above the entire abyss, only two people remained.

One is Jian Wushuang, and the other is naturally that thin figure.

Although he can't see his realm on today's occasions, Jian Wushuang can vaguely feel that his thin body is by no means an ordinary half-ancestral figure.

The two stared at each other, then nodded tacitly. Jian Wushuang then asked, "How long will it last?"

The thin body slowly raised a finger.

"One day?"

"No, it's a year."

"What, one year?"

The thin and weird smile, "Only after this big guy eats and drinks and falls into a deep sleep, they will let the rest of the team to mine, then it is the best time for us to escape!"