Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4700: Huotian

A fine ghost-like Yan Xian took a step forward and said with pride, "Everything will get me off the boat! After entering my whirling days, everything will be under our control, and if you know each other, you will be able to return you A way of life, on the contrary, all die without a burial place!"

No one will believe the words of these desperate men. Jian Wushuang is sure that even if the archers send the spars of these ships, the desperate men will never let them go.

Everyone is ridiculous, and Chunqiu pulled out a long knife from the waist.

With the presence of the one who can destroy the supreme monster with his own strength, it is inexplicably reassuring.

"Go." A simple and concise word echoed throughout the world from Jian Wushuang's mouth.

All the gangsters were startled, and then they laughed at each other.

A full of ten Yanxian, and nearly a hundred quasi-Yanxian, are terrifyingly terrible in any world.

However, at most there are only five Yanxian in these ships, so they dare to speak eloquently. How can it not make them stunned and laughed.

The fine ghost grinned, when even pointing at Jian Wushuang blasted a huge wave of fire.

However, the next moment, waiting for Jian Wushuang's shot, the girl in the shirt named Zheng Ying next to him shot directly, and a thicker force burst into the sky, instantly destroying the fire wave.

Afterwards, Yanli continued to cast off and went straight to the door of the fine ghost face.

"Bang!"

After the fine ghost flew directly hundreds of feet, he barely stopped his body. A face was covered with dye shop, and blood flowed from the Qiqiao.

Jian Wushuang glanced at the extremely cold woman in the shirt, and after a slight smile, she jumped to the bow.

He reached out and pulled out the shattered Tai Luo Excalibur in his waist, and all his swordsmanship fell into one.

"Okay, since you are unwilling to disembark, you will all stay in this whirling sky." The head and strong man smiled abruptly, and great magic power surged in his palm.

A six-legged gossip map that is very inconsistent with his shape emerges from under his feet, among which there is a horror force.

The two fists are all out, and a total of one hundred gossip shapes are like a dense net, coming from all over the place.

Originally holding a light-hearted sword Wushuang, after seeing this system of gossip, she couldn't help but be surprised.

These guys are definitely not like wild foxes with the same odor, and most likely they are some kind of hidden ancestors of the established system in order to teach these moves.

The Tarot Excalibur is broken, but the entire Tarot Sword is in the heart of Jian Wushuang, and the star-pointed Huamang condenses on the broken body of the Tarot Excalibur to serve as the blade.

One sword is done, the initial star-cutting magical power is now the same as the same day, and it is turned into a sword of heaven.

Later, Jian Wushuang stepped on the bow of the ship and stepped into the void.

The violent sonic boom rang loudly, and ripples appeared throughout the giant sea.

The strong man who stepped on the gossip shape gazed, his left hand pinched tactics, and a more magnificent Tai Chi dense block was in front of him.

A sword that has no disadvantages, but only dissipated after piercing dozens of layers of Tai Chi.

The Zhuangshuo man smiled triumphantly, urging his body and slamming into Jian Wushuang again.

As the two of them fought in the void, more than a hundred gangsters rushed towards the giant ship with a grin.

In their eyes, they have already regarded it as a lamb to be slaughtered, and rushed forward rushing forward.

"Om!"

A pure pillar is rising, and the breath of Yanxian Peak is rushing out like a river.

The thin purple robe suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a soft wind like the breeze that could not resist the rise of the force, directly returned the first ten robbers who had swept in.

At the same time, Zheng Ying also moved, and the big cloak fell to the ground. Her whole body was like a hazy cloud of smoke standing on the outermost side of the giant ship.

Chun Qiu opened his mouth, swallowed the words he stopped, and then stood side by side with Zheng Ying, waiting for him.

More than thirty other purple robes also jumped into the air together and started fighting hard.

A sword cuts off the gossip treasures coming from all directions. Jian Wushuang's eyes are more and more prosperous. Today all of the robbers can't live. Otherwise, if they escape one, they will most likely suffer a counterattack.

Another sword pushed the strong man back a thousand feet, Jian Wushuang completely slayed his heart, and his left hand gripped away.

The sturdy man suddenly felt that the whole body was broken in the void, and a supreme power could bind it firmly, and he ran towards Jianwushuang uncontrollably.

A great horror between life and death came to his mind. He didn’t dare to hesitate anymore. With his hands pinching tricks, thousands of layers of gossip treasures emerged around his body to cut off the invisible bondage.

However, Jian Wushuang had expected that the talented supernatural primitive universe had been released long ago, directly weakening him unconsciously.

The strong man is terrified, but it is difficult to escape.

Jian Wushuang lifted his sword straight ahead, without any difference falling on his head.

The miserable howl sounded, but the imaginary origin was broken, and the scene of the god's annihilation did not appear.

The Tai Luo Excalibur deviated an inch, and cut off his ears.

The strong man finally got rid of his shackles, clutching his blood-sprayed head and exasperated, "You dare to hurt me? Do you know that hurting me is the enemy of the entire whirling heaven!"

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, shaking his arms and flicking the blood on the Tai Luo Excalibur, "Mo said it’s your entire whirling day, even if there are ten more blocks in front of me, I will certainly slaughter clean!"

"Okay, okay, then I will let you be completely buried in this whirling sky!" The strong man hated the sky, but the next moment was like a meteor, and he fled billions of miles in a blink of an eye.

The rest of the gangsters fled when they saw it.

Jian Wushuang used his magical powers, and only stopped after killing nearly twenty ancestors.

This is the case with Rao, but he still let more than thirty bandits escape.

Zheng Ying walked forward, apparently intending to cut the grass.

Jian Wushuang stretched out her hand, then shook her head and said, "Poor Kou Mo chasing, it would be very troublesome to be attacked in this sea."

Zheng Ying's face flashed unnaturally, flicking away Jian Wushuang's palm, and returned to the ship.

Jian Wushuang did not anticipate the release of so many gangsters. If it is as he guessed, behind these gangsters is the so-called hidden world in the whirling sky, then in the next voyage , Most likely to fight back.

"Brother Jian, what are we next?" Chunqiu asked.

Look at the dozen or so people left on the deck, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Go forward at full speed, and don't stop in the middle."

The giant ship broke through the water, and every moment counted in millions of miles. Rao was traveling at such a speed. When he was about to leave the whirling sky, Jian Wushuang still felt that a strong atmosphere emerged from the end of his childhood. .

The undercurrent is surging, everyone’s heart is calm, they did not expect that such revenge came so quickly.