Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4685: Li Xian Yan Xian (Part 2)

It's shocking, but it's like tears and tears, silent.

Hundreds of thousands of absolute swords, a sword that pierced the dark body of the chest.

The unimaginable power directly exploded his entire body into powder.

Chunqiu was shocked and unable to retreat, unconsciously stepped back.

One sword was made out, Jian Wushuang did not relax at all, and watched the center of martyrdom with vigilance.

Then, the dark body that had been blown into powder was slowly condensed, and an unprecedented breath of breath rushed up.

The abyss of the hinterland of Montenegro is boiling!

The dark body emerged, and a pair of mung beans flashed with rage in their small eyes.

He waved his hand abruptly, hundreds of vines engulfed by the force of condensation.

Chun Qiu was shocked and said anxiously, "Sword Wushuang, hurry away!"

The words fell, and hundreds of vines formed a prison cage to directly put the two into it.

At the same time, the vines began to secrete mucus quickly, ready to digest them.

Chunqiu reached over and turned a dagger into his palm, then poked it fiercely under the vine.

However, the vines did not move, but because of the excessive force, the dagger split his palm into a deep bone wound.

Chun Qiu took a breath of air and looked at Jian Mushuang.

Due to excessive casting, the power of imprisonment in the chain iron plate between the necks almost shattered the spirit of Jian Wushuang.

The dynamism in the body is being eaten up by the chain iron brand at a very fast speed.

Jian Wushuang reached out his hand to brush away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes remained indifferent.

The invisible sword trembles in his hand, like a trickle of diffusing power into more than ten slashes, chopping towards the vine.

"Oh..."

If the butter is heated with a knife, it rises with a slight smell, and the vine under the foot is directly cut into a big mouth.

Then Jian Wushuang directly picked up Chunqiu and escaped from the cage.

The roar of extreme anger grows loudly, and the dark body stares at the two men fiercely.

“Whoever made you the most inferior prisoner dared to rebel against this seat? Now come here and let this place bite you, but it’s better to wait until you are turned into an innocent soul.”

Spring and Autumn immediately spit out a spit, disdainful, "It's up to you? Now let's release us honestly, I can spare your life."

At this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly reached out to support Chunqiu's shoulders, and his body was crumbling.

In spring and autumn, his face changed a lot, and if he thought about it, he dragged his sword and retreated.

The dark body smiled sullenly, the robe sleeve turned over, a muddy black flag rose in response to the storm, and countless devoured prisoners scrambled out.

The little flag, which looks like a souvenir streamer, is flooded with blood and blood like a prison.

The sword of Wushuang, which was still like a **** at the last moment, is now weakened. This makes the spring and autumn that screams out loud, dragging him back while releasing Yanli to try to block.

But the strength of Yanxian Realm is really terrifying, almost swallowing the spring and autumn offensive almost instantly.

The face of spring and autumn looks like earth, and it is about to be folded here. The flamboyant sword Wushuang beside him is quiet, "The Leaping Clown."

The next moment, a kind of indescribable expression, which is purely to the ultimate power, rises.

Jian Wushuang changed his previous fatigue, and his body was standing in the void, looking at the dead soul like a deep prison without fear.

Then, palm your hand forward and hold it away!

The most dazzling Huamang appeared in Tianmen Jiu, like countless rounds of blazing sun, illuminating the abyss of the hinterland of Montenegro.

Under this kind of brilliance, the gloomy dead soul that lives in black light began to twist and wail.

Countless gods and gods are intertwined with each other, forming a side to cover the sky and suppress them down.

The stone walls of Montenegro are unable to withstand that kind of power and begin to crack in large areas.

A scene like the end appears, the mountain collapses, and even the trestle with artificial construction collapses together, like a mountain and river falling, a brain broken.

The dark figure with the flag streamer appeared, and his small eyes lifted his eyes, knowing that he was hit by a hard stubble, and even if his figure flashed, he was ready to escape.

However, wherever the daylight is exposed, it seems that a layer of invisible enchantment has risen, intercepting all the breath in it.

The dark body is horrible, it's about life and death, he no longer dares to hide himself, his arms burst for a while, and the surging power turns into a thousand light, and he strikes the sword Wushuang directly.

However, Jian Wushuang just raised his hand and waved, then the dark light was wiped out in the Tianmen pole.

The energy of light and darkness surging, the dark body can no longer calm down, and the madness generally urges the supreme supernatural power to hit the guy like a monster.

But those great supernatural powers disintegrate themselves before they touch Jianwushuang.

Only the Chunqiu who watched from afar can really see that all the offensive of the black body was resolved by Hua Mang, which was released by Jian Wushuang himself, and he didn’t even need to show his hands!

This is terrible, this guy is afraid that even one emperor will be difficult to check and balance!

The palm of the sky is covered, and it is a world of its own. Finally, it is completely covered in the dark body.

The screams were loud, and the endless black light escaped.

Jian Wushuang looked at this scene calmly from beginning to end.

When Ji Di and Wu Guang dissipated together, he stretched out his hand and held it in the air, as if already anticipating what was about to happen, he grabbed a thick mass of black mans.

"Let go, let me go!" The full-bodied black mans struggled violently in Jian Wu's hands, and soon a near-null figure emerged.

The black body that had been scared and dared, was completely ruined, and barely retained a breath.

"Let me go, all my treasures will be yours." The black body mourned, and at the same time, all the treasures containing great power were taken out of his arms and presented to Jianwushuang.

Aquarius gourd, octagonal 箓, black bronze mask, etc., just a little sweep, Jian Wushuang knew this piece of treasure, or even weaker than the extreme ancestors in the divine universe!

But you know, the Ji Dao ancestors only have seven handles, but now this guy is pulling out a dozen or so incomparable treasures.

Rao Yishuang's concentration has been slightly shaken.

"As long as you let me go, these are all yours." The black body trembled.

However, Jian Wushuang just glanced at him coldly, and the palm was suddenly pressed hard, and the black source was fragmented in an instant.

The inky figure didn't even have time to start begging for mercy, and then completely disappeared.

Beyond the ancestral level of Yanxian Realm, he died in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

This is also the first Yanxian to die in his hands.

As the dark body disappeared, the entire Tongtian Black Mountain lost its essence, eventually collapsed completely, and countless stones fell.

Returning to the spring and autumn from the shock, waved a space to block the stone, "Go away, this mountain is about to collapse!"

ps: For recommendation!