Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4772: Play Cui Jing

Cui Jing also jumped from the soft bed after stepping into the area of ​​the ancient palace of silence, looking forward with respect.

Feeling the heartbreaking wailing or wailing from the ear, Jian Wushuang's indifferent face seemed to have not received any influence.

But Chen Qing and others, too, are equally indifferent and do not care.

Which monk has been able to destroy the heaven and spirits for various reasons or starting points for the achievement of Yanxian Realm.

Now, such circumstances cannot affect their state of mind.

The more we move forward, Jian Wushuang also realizes where those wailing wailings come from. The blood sea underneath this foot is all formed by condensing and transcending the unowned spirits of countless creatures.

They are being tempered all the time and cannot be relieved.

Yanxian is disdainful for such evil karma beyond the killing karma, except for Yanxian who has practiced evil methods.

Jian Wushuang laid a bad label in his heart for the owner who had not met yet in this sand cave.

Under the traction of Cui Jing, the dusty hall door of the ancient palace of Great Silence slowly opened, and bleeding gas flowed from the hall.

"Bring them all in." Cui Jing gave the order and entered the giant hall first.

Jian Wushuang and others were also pushed in by several entourages.

The hall is cold, the whole ground is made of some kind of crystal with almost transparent material, and you can directly see the deformed ghost in the blood sea.

In the nearly dim and dull giant hall, there are not many hidden breaths, only a deep breath in the hall.

"Sha Niangniang, everyone has brought them." Cui Jing converged and looked a little respectfully.

With a click, a ghost fire appeared, and then the hall was illuminated.

As the temple was illuminated, the mountain-like black mountain crystals piled up, almost filling the entire apse.

Jian Wushuang's gaze locks forward as soon as possible.

There, on one of the cold seats, he slowly walked off a tall figure wearing a large cloak.

The looming beautiful body, as she walks, seems to be exposed at any time.

At the same time, there was light yellow gravel surging between her hair tips.

The deeper facial features are cold, and Jian Wushuang, who slowly glances at him, waits.

In the end, she said, "All these crystals are left by you?"

No one spoke.

It seems that this situation has been anticipated, and she spread her palms again, revealing a black ring with a black gloss.

"From what I have just checked, the crystals in this ring have been piled up to a terrible level. Are you really unclaimed?"

As her voice fell, a calm voice sounded, "That ring is mine."

Four eyes, the woman known as Sha Niangniang raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Why don't you give me something more precious than Tianjing?"

"You think the beauty is beautiful, do you know the value of the things in it?" Chen Qing sneered, "You can buy these ten heavens!"

Sister Niang heard this and asked quietly, "You are not monks in this heaven?"

"Things can be given to you, just let the three of us leave," Jian Wushuang said, "I think the value of these things can be changed for us to leave."

"I also want things, but you and I also don't want to let go?" Sha Niangniang smiled wryly.

Jian Wushuang kept silent, and the palm behind him was ready to open the Boyang bottle at any time. "Do you really think you can eat us?"

"I didn't intend to eat you, after all, you brought me such a rich resource." Sha Niangniang opened her eyes, staring at Jian Wushuang, "Of course I can let you go, but there is a previous one here Premise."

"Choose a person to compete with Cui Jing. If you win, you can all leave. As for losing, you will naturally suffer the deprivation of the soul."

After she finished, she looked at Cui Jing again, "Choose one person, I just have to win."

Cui Jing nodded, then turned to look at the five people standing side by side.

Although he can’t see through the realm of these five people, what is certain is that they are all very weak at the moment.

Cui Jing first ruled out Chen Qing at the bottom of his heart. After all, this guy who looked like hob meat left him with a big shadow.

After that, he ruled out the murderous intent in his eyes and the young guard.

Cui Jing finally focused his eyes on Chunqiu and Jianwushuang.

A drop of cold sweat flows from the sideburns of Spring and Autumn. He is only an ancestor. He has been reduced to the lowest level after being hit hard. If he is selected by Cui Jing, there is no possibility of winning.

As for Cui Jing at this time, he didn’t think too much, and he used his finger to match his sword, "Okay, it’s you, come and compare with me."

As the so-called persimmons should be picked softly, this is the same principle that has never changed.

In Cui Jing’s opinion, this clan clan who is pampered at first glance is definitely a kind of piled up by the celestial treasures. It’s easy to win him.

At this time, Chen Qing and Chunqiu all have a weird look, it seems that they have foreseen the next ending.

The rope **** on Jian Wushuang's body is then released, which does not limit his activities.

"Brother Sword, don't keep your hands later, it's best to kill them directly." Chen Qingmei flirted and said, it seemed a bit impatient.

Jian Mushuang shook his head helplessly, because he did not have the weapon at his disposal, he pulled out the real sword around Chen Qing's waist and then moved forward.

Although the strength of his body has recovered to less than 10%, and the immortal immortal body has been hit hard, he can still use kendo skillfully.

At the beginning, the universe palace of the divine power and the sword fairy Ding Baiyi's more than ten thousand years of discussion on the sword laid a solid foundation for his swordsmanship.

Even if it is a sword made of folded plants, it can exert ten percent of the power of kendo.

Right now, he was standing in the same place as a rock, slowly adjusting his breath, and began to try to establish resonance with the real sword in his hand.

Cui Jing, who is on the opposite side, has returned to his previous vagrancy appearance. In his view, this competition will be over in less than ten breaths.

Slowly gaze at the eyes, the blended Yan Li is fully restrained in the meridian, and the real sword in Jian Wu's hands suddenly looks forward.

Cui Jing smiled with a low eyebrow, and from his arms, he began to gather a few dragons transformed into Yan Li.

The battle is on the verge.

At this moment, Di Qing is very unhappy, and a pair of eyes with a light gold meaning is looming.

The feeling that this fate is in the hands of others is what he hates the most.

But now, he is helpless.

After all, Di Qing still underestimated Yu Bo's blow before realizing this situation.

He has indeed died once under Yu Bo.

But no one knows that this life is just one of his nine hits.

However, death sins are exempt, living sins are inescapable, and the pain after rebirth overwhelms everything.