Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4702: Eight-armed anger
Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated, directly held up his palm, and the great power of the supreme force came out.
The horror power that even Yanxian was enough to annihilate, turned into a beam of unmatched light, swayed straight up, and bombarded the black palm of the advent.
However, an incredible scene appeared.
The two collided with each other, and the thousands of fringes produced by the martyrdom were scattered, but the black gold giant palm was just a tremor. Not only was it not damaged at all, but it became more solid.
"Retreat!" Jian Wushuang's eyes were fixed, and his figure quickly retreated. Chunqiu and others also immediately set off to escape the range of the black gold palm.
There were five weaker realms who were smashed on the spot and their body was absorbed.
The earth was smashed, and a deep abyss was cut.
The bald-headed Luohan standing on the lotus floor smiled, and as he walked, the eight-armed arrogant Luohan behind him also moved away from the clouds and appeared in the clouds, which was strange and strange. .
Two heads, one black and one white, then lowered four beams of light from their orbits.
Jian Wushuang waved his hand to form a border, and covered everyone in it. Then he held the invisible sword, rose up, stepped on the pillar of light, and went straight to the lotus platform that day.
The bald-headed Luohan gazed, waved his palms and lowered the gossip dense gangs. The eight arms behind his eyes also opened huge mouths at the same time, and the whale sucked all the energy that escaped.
Rao Shijian Wushuang feels that the diffusive forces scattered around him are swallowed.
"Mr. Mouthless, please be on your head." The bald-headed Luohan laughed strangely, and Jiangxi burst into countless gossip secrets while his arms danced.
Jian Wufei stepped on the pillar of light and guided the invisible sword with one hand, thrusting straight forward.
Another great sword!
One hundred thousand swords are unified, there is no fancy Huamang overflowing, but people dare not look directly at it.
The sky dome was torn apart under this blow.
The absolute sword is like entering the unmanned realm, instantly breaking through the layers of gossip dense gangs, and then the unrelenting thorns towards the bald-headed Luohan.
Because everything is too fast, the bald-headed Luohan has never reacted, and the absolute sword is right in his left face.
God blood spewed out, and a complete left ear fell on the lotus platform.
This is a completely naked insult!
The bald-headed Luohan recovered from disbelief, and the repeated humiliation made him crazy.
Regardless of the wound on his head, he took another step forward. His eight arms behind his back raised his arms in anger and smashed into Jian Wushuang!
A total of eight infinite powers that cover the sky and cover the sun cover the entire whirling sky.
Jian Wushuang's eyes are dignified. From these few encounters, the bald-headed Luohan, who claims to be the ancestor of the wandering ancestors, is still at the peak of Yanxian. The eight-armed spectacle behind him made him exceed it in one fell swoop, reaching a certain unknown state.
The terrible majesty fell, and Chunqiu and others have already opened the Yanli barrier to deal with this disaster.
And Jian Wushuang, originally wanted to open the bowl of Yang bottle to allow the three emperors to participate in the battle, but there were still more than twenty little emperors accompanied by the eyeliners around him. Too.
After quickly dismissing this thought, Jian Wushuang's thoughts moved, and the style of Tianmen came to mind.
The giant palm cover of the sky, which was condensed by the essence of the thousands of gods, surged like the great day and day, and hit the eight black gold giant palms.
The layers of blasted ripples swept up from the center, and the clouds that shrouded the entire whirling sky were instantly dissipated. At the same time, the huge sea surface also stirred up huge waves.
In this unimaginable martyrdom, even Yanxian couldn't retreat with his body. Even those who are far away from the battle circle, such as Spring and Autumn, felt strong palpitations.
Jian Wushuang retreated half a step, and the Tianmen Jifu eventually dissipated, but the eight black gold giant palms were dim to the extreme, but still existed, and the unstoppable gai came to him!
At the very beginning of the attack, a sturdy yet sturdy diffractive force turned into layers of barriers, blocking the top of Jian Wushuang's head, which actually made the eight black gold giant palms difficult to enter.
At the same time, a thin purple robe did not know when to appear behind his back, and he buzzed out two words, "Go."
Jian Wushuang grasped the enlightenment and immediately flew away, turning into the sharpest arrow, shooting at the bald-headed Luohan.
Thousands of strands of Huamang condensed in Jian Wushuang's palm, almost when the bald-headed Luohan only reacted, and then surrounded him to the sky.
The bald-headed Luohan's face flashed a little panic, he hurriedly waved his hands, then abandoned the lotus platform and sat in the palm of his back with eight arms in anger.
Jian Wushuang rushed forward, chopping the lotus platform with one foot, and gazing at the bald-headed Luohan as calm as water.
Ears cut off by a sword have grown back, but he is still angry and resentful after being repeatedly humiliated.
Even though the bald-headed Luohan now understands that he has kicked the stubble, he can no longer look back under the drive of his mind!
As long as it can be completely swallowed, it must be able to take that step!
Thinking of this, the bald-headed Luohan flashed in his eyes, sneered and looked at Jian Wushuangdao, "Junior, if you are willing to kneel down and knock three heads for this seat today, this seat will be ignored. How are you leaving the whirling sky safely?"
Jian Wushuang is so calm, he smiles coldly, "Depending on your incompetent skills, it also deserves me to kneel? If you knock three hundred loud heads at me, I might consider keeping you alone Whole body."
"The arrogant, sit here today to see how you can treat me." The bald-headed Luohan stood up and stood in the arms of his eight arms, shouting loudly.
There is no doubt about him. Jian Wushuang lifted the sword and swept away. The vast sword cut straight ahead, but he did not avoid it. He picked it up with his body.
Jianyi swept through and cut off one of the arms of Bald Rohan.
Then his arms shouted with pain, and his subconscious body stepped back, apparently trying to escape!
Jian Wushuang does not want to miss such a good opportunity, he just walks into the sky and catches it, ready to kill him directly.
With thin purple robe and Zheng Ying and others glaring at the eight arms, Jian Wushuang could fully pursue the bald-headed Luohan.
He who was cut off seems to be frightened, and he has no choice but to go forward, and his speed is a bit slow.
It's just a few breaths, Jian Wushuang has already come behind him and straightened his sword straight down.
The change is steep, and an arm grows out of the back of the bald Arhat and catches the sword.
"Hey, hey..."
A weird voice sounded. On the back of the back of the bald-headed Luohan with only a few locks of hair, an ugly face was born, and the huge bread-like lips couldn't help but talk to Jian Wushuang.
There was a chill in Jian Wushuang's heart, and he immediately lifted the sword into the mouth of this strange face.
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