Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4757: Will night

These old guests who hide the kendo atmosphere give Jian Wushuang a very strange feeling.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, it is possible to be in this magnificent North Celestial State even if there is a sword immortal.

After a brief discussion, the three of them went back to the room to rest.

At the strong request of Chen Qing, the three of them were squeezed into a compartment.

Sword Musou who sat on the window sill and sat on the window sill shook his head helplessly.

He gradually found that when he was with Chen Qing, he was more and more like the one who started in the end of the world and wandered through the world.

The bad habits of eating, drinking and sleeping should be quit in time.

After taking a swig of beauty, after the so-called "chew wine", Chen Qingcai lay on the bed and began to sleep.

Chun Qiu has just gone through a killing that has no backhand at all, and he has practiced even more desperately.

He currently has no supernatural powers besides the extremely powerful eight-armed wrath in his hand, even in the face of an ordinary Yanxian, he will fall into great passiveness.

Upgrading to Yanxian Realm is an urgent matter. Otherwise, he will never be able to catch up with Jian Wushuang.

For Ordinary Dingxiu, the achievement of Yanxian Realm may be an illusory imagination, but it is different in spring and autumn, and the blood of the former emperor is flowing on his body. Even if the emperor's luck brought to the extreme, it is enough to let He stepped into the realm of Yanxian.

The whole Xianfu Pavilion is very quiet, even with the Sky City, it seems to have fallen into silence.

Among the immense clouds of Xianyun, the big day that brought Ruiguang to the entire Xianzhou gradually gathered Guanghua.

The night belonging to the Northern Celestial State is approaching.

Sitting on the window sill, Jian Wushuang began to sit down.

Although he seems to be sitting enlightened, his five senses of supernatural power are still observing around him keenly.

As the cloud curtain gradually thickened, just as Jian Wushuang was about to take back his mind and prepare for a deeper understanding, a subtle voice made him open his eyes again.

The kind of sound he knows well is the end of the sword.

Inexplicably, Jian Wushuang thought of the mysterious Seven Musketeers I saw earlier.

It seems to confirm his conjecture. Then, several breezes suddenly rose.

Jian Wushuang looked down subconsciously, and saw a total of seven figures, directly stepping into the sky and soaring, but disappeared into the cloud screen in an instant.

He seemed to have a feeling, quickly awakened Chen Qing and Chunqiu, and then stepped longitudinally, his figure straight up to Jiu Xiao.

Sweeping the cloud top, accompanied by the sun and the stars, but lacking the breath of the seven figures just now.

"Brother Jian, did you find anything?" Chen Qing and Chunqiu followed them closely, standing in the cloud.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but used his consciousness to deduce the shrunken mountains and rivers, and soon looked at the sky dome behind him.

"The previous seven figures were weird. Let's keep up with the investigation." He said quickly, and then walked forward.

Sure enough, while walking through hundreds of thousands of miles, Jian Wushuang explored the breath of the seven swordsmen from the clouds.

With breath, everything is simple.

The three of them swiftly traveled along the breath of the clouds.

The magnificent heavenly cities were left behind, and these were just the tip of the holy North Celestial State.

As the way forward, the strength and purity of Yan Li became more and more, Jian Wushuang began to wonder in the bottom of my heart.

He has a hunch that the places where the seven swordsmen are going are vaguely similar to them.

The water dial sees the moon, and the cloud dial sees the sun.

When passing through the layers of Yanli clouds, the breath of the Seven Swordsmen suddenly disappeared, and a magnificent and magnificent Xianzhou came into their eyes.

Xianzhou, which has a diamond-shaped base, hangs high in the sky. From every corner, there is a jade belt waterfall, which falls on the sky.

And on the side of this Xianzhou, there is another huge green emerald tree. On the top of this giant tree is a golden cage hanging.

In the golden cage, a round of red birds carrying a halo is extremely bright, reflecting the whole Xianzhou.

Such a magnificent and magnificent scene, although not comparable to the heavenly court where Zhenwuyang is located, is not to be called a small heavenly court.

"Here, wouldn't this be the residence of Gongzi Mo." Hidden in the clouds, Chen Qing looked at the Xianzhou murmured.

Jian Wushuang nodded, "Except for Gongzi Mo, no one would have such energy and could live in such a fairyland."

Chen Qing frowned slightly, "If this is really the residence of Master Zi Mo, I am afraid he has already made a plot."

From the present point of view, this magnificent and magnificent Xianzhou, no matter from the layout or the pattern of imprisoning Jinwu, has a vague meaning to the standard. I am afraid that any eye-catching person will see it. Can guess the ambition behind this Xianzhou master.

"It seems that I'm going to clear the air for the little emperor." Chen Qing involuntarily tightened the real sword around his waist, and there was already a murderous intention in his eyes.

"I advise you not to take this idea, even if the son Mo is **** again, you can't intervene, don't forget that his old man is Zhen Wuyang," Jian Wushuang said quietly, and added a sentence at the end, "Unless absolutely necessary ."

Chen Qing grinned, "Get orders."

"Mix into it first, then make a plan." Jian Wushuang said, and the back shape was the previous one, and went to that little heavenly court.

Xian Yun is vast, and in front of this Xianzhou portal is a lot of Yan Xian.

It's just that these Yanxian guards are all sleepy now.

Three ghost-like figures flew into Xianzhou in an instant, only driving the breeze.

"This dress is so tight, I am afraid that it will break when I start the fight."

On the bluestone paved avenue, three guards in uniform dress walked side by side.

The headed sword Wushuang changed its appearance again, from the original downcast middle-aged man to a young heroic guard.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu both turned into the faces of the guards who were previously stunned.

Chen Qing, who is a tall man, grumbles while carefully guarding the tight guard clothing.

Being in this quiet Xianzhou, Jian Wushuang feels very carefully, the sudden situation that may happen around him.

At this moment, an abrupt cold drink sounded from behind, "Stop."

The three of them froze in place. Chen Qing had already put his palm on the hilt of his waist, and just waited until the situation was not right, so he beheaded and beheaded.

Jian Wushuang slowly turned around and stared at the guards without fear.

"You guys are on duty, why do you want to go to the Temple of Wu Gongzi now?" one of the middle-aged patrolmen asked.

"The time for duty on duty has passed. Now we are going to be on duty at the Temple of Five Sons." Jian Wushuang replied.

Later, the middle-aged patrolman asked a few more questions, and he let the few people leave when he answered the questions as well.

"Brother Jian, it is really tall, how do you know these problems?"

"I'm blind, but fortunately I didn't reveal the stuffing, so go ahead."

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