Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4716: The Sheng of the Three Swords

Chun Qiu, who is on the run, only feels like he has been hit by a heavy punch, and the whole person flew out directly.

At the same time he flew out, the powerful power of the earth burst completely.

Like the ringing of the eternal clock, the polar day that can't be looked at directly lights up.

Spring and Autumn was horrified, but found that the terrible shock wave could not be escaped in its own realm.

At this moment, he only felt a strong wind blowing on his back, like a big palm, firmly supporting his figure.

Looking behind him subconsciously in Spring and Autumn Period, I saw a luxurious emperor with a pale pale face, and the purple robe that remained unchanged forever, and I don't know when he was standing behind him.

The tremendous tremendous strength envelops the three of them and turns them into a party enchantment to stop the terrible martyrdom.

"Great companion, guess who loses and win." Little Emperor's face did not fluctuate, and he looked slowly in front of him.

The thin purple robe raised his head, and his unclear eyes looked at the center where the martyrdom occurred, "Chen Qing, he has lost."

In this simple conversation, the martyrdom produced by the martyrdom slowly dissipated, and a huge crater on the other side appeared.

On the two sides of the giant crater, there are two figures.

The sword has no double-sided color and no waves. The black shirt seems to have dust only on the hem of the shirt, and the Tai Luo Excalibur in his hand is trembling.

Although Chen Qing on the other side is a bit embarrassed, the excited and belligerent mans in his eyes are more and more intense.

He is very clear in his heart. If it wasn’t for the complete release of the realm just now, Jian Wushuang’s blow, with his first-style sword intention, could not catch it at all.

But what about that? Today he will try out all the swordsmanship of Jian Wushuang by himself, and try his best to use it for himself.

After all, it is almost impossible to meet another person like that ancient sword fairy.

Severe breath surged again. If Chen Qing was still in the state of being in front of Tibet when he was the first sword, then now, he is already showing his edge!

At this time, Jian Wushuang said the word far away, "Two swords."

Chen Qing’s gaze condensed, and a sword that was far ahead of his previous body floated around him, and at the same time, one side was like the sun’s light wheel, and he appeared concretely behind him!

This time, it was still Chen Qing who took the lead.

Huanghuang's general momentum is rising in an instant, and in the light wheel, it is actually agitating the ten thousand light swords!

The light wheel rotates, and a light sword with a handle around the red gold pattern is like a giant wave, and the head is smashed towards the sword.

Jian Wushuang is very speechless, and he is a bit confused. Although Chen Qing’s swordsmanship is not very strong, it should be enough to stand proudly.

However, the sword intention he released, though powerful and majestic, was too broad, but he lost his subtlety, causing Jian Wushuang to see his weakness at a glance.

The swordsmanship practiced by Chen Qing is tolerant and magnificent, but overall weak.

Jian Wushuang moved forward, carrying an invisible sword, and facing the wall composed almost of sword blades, a sword pierced.

This sword is an absolute sword written by Ding Baiyi, which discards everything and his own sword.

An almost subtle white awn flashes, the weak point of the sword is like a fish swimming lightly on the surface.

Slightly ripples.

This sword is a mixture of hundreds of thousands of swords. If you go forward, you will die!

With the ripples rising, Wan Jian shattered, and the glory shattered.

Chen Qing, who was carrying the wheel of light, shivered slightly at the moment when the sword of Huanghuang was broken.

It was as if he smelled a familiar breath, and the memory that was so long gone was quietly pouring into his heart.

And the little emperor and the thin purple robe around him couldn't conceal their eyes at the moment.

So much so that when Jian Wushuang's awe-inspiring sword cut off Chen Qing's strands of hair, he let him recover.

"You are very strong. I have lost in Kendo." A bitterness appeared on Chen Qing's face. He lost thoroughly on the two swords in a row.

Jian Wushuang did not put away the long sword in his hand, but looked at Chen Qing and smiled, not caring about his unfair actions.

"Brother Chen, let's discuss with each other, regardless of winning or losing, only talking about kendo. If I guess well, you should still have a sword."

Chen Qingwen said, his eyes shone slightly, and then dimmed again, "Brother Sword guessed right, but my sword is still just a framework, and it has not been through."

"If Kendo doesn't go through any practice, then it's just a frame after all, this is the case with the practice of Wu Zuoyi." Jian Wushuang said softly, and then his wrist shook, and the invisible long sword shuddered.

Chen Qing's eyes were fiery, and his militant intentions rose again.

"Then Chen Mou will be ugly!"

The voice fell, and the real sword in his hand quietly shook, the earth shook, and the gully was ravaged. Ten dark blue swords, like a giant pillar in the sky, ripped open the ground, rising like a dragon.

Chen Qingning stood on the spot, his real sword pointed directly at the sky dome, and the ten magnificent giant awns made everything dark blue.

Sword Wushuang stood in the void, looked at the front calmly, and then the invisible sword was thrown into the air by him.

In the next moment, ten dark blue sword-inspired giant pillars, wrapped in all power, intertwined with each other, and covered the sky and the town.

At the same time, the invisible sword thrown in the air quietly disintegrated into hundreds of thousands of swords.

Jian Wushuang's hands are behind his back, and then hundreds of thousands of sword intentions are condensed under him, like a galaxy in the sky.

The little emperor watching from afar, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing Jian Wushuang better than the previous sword intention, Chen Qing's intensely intense gaze has been replaced by bitterness.

This is just the sword of the frame. It seems that it will die before it is created.

Jian Wushuang stepped on Tianhe Jianyi, his eyes were extremely calm from beginning to end.

Under the imminent collision of the two, everything seemed to stagnate for a moment.

There was no tremendous sound, but only a slight whisper like a clear spring in the ear.

Chen Qing froze.

The sword intention that belongs to Jian Wushuang disappeared, and disappeared at the moment of collision.

Sword intention exuding magnificent dark blue color, without hindrance, finally burst into the sky.

Everyone subconsciously reached out to cover their eyes, and then stared at them again to look forward.

Jian Wushuang didn't know when to appear on the ground. He pressed the handle of the Tailuo Excalibur at his waist with his right hand and nodded slightly toward Chen Qing.

Everyone saw it really. This last confrontation, Jian Wushuang dispersed the sword of the day by himself, and did not contend with it.

This represents the completion of Chen Qing's Kendo.

Chen Qing recovered, and solemnly arched his sword against the Wushuang, "Thank you, Brother Sword."

He knows very well that if the sword intention of Jian Wushuang just fell, he would never be victorious.

ps: For recommendation!