Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4774: Yu Ku Lian Dao

Cui Jing was so angry that he roared and flew towards Jian Wushuang again.

This time, he no longer dodges, fighting with swords.

Jian Wushuang, who has already controlled Jianyi to Miaozhihao, he is confident that as long as Cui Jing is not dedicated to death, he will not be hurt.

The more fighting, the more Cui Jing was shocked. Although he was eager to win, he was not a reckless generation. How could he not be able to detect the unparalleled sword he was fighting with, and he did not use the force at all, relying on a real sword in his hand There are back and forth.

What kind of strength is this to achieve this step?

The real sword stabs back, pushing Cui Jing back step by step. At the same time, Jian Wushuang suddenly commits to change the handle of the sword, and suddenly pulls the blade of the real sword in his hand.

There was a pain in the belly, and then Cui Jing flew out of the whole body and fell heavily on the ground.

Surprisingly, under the transparent material ground, thousands of evil ghosts were freed from the sea of ​​blood, all screaming and attached to the transparent stone slabs, as if waiting for food.

Jian Wushuang's brows were slightly frowned, and he stepped back slightly.

Cui Jing covered his chest and sat up from the ground, looking at him with a complicated look.

He understands that the situation that seemed to be resisted by the Chambers is an illusion. Jian Wushuang did not even exert his full strength from beginning to end.

He just lost that way, both inexplicably and as if already doomed.

The silence in the hall, at this moment, the change came quietly.

With Jian Wushuang as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks directly spread over half of the hall.

Then, it collapsed.

The rate of collapse was so fast that no one responded. Jian Wushuang even brought Chen Qing and others, and all fell into the sea of ​​blood with the gravel.

Countless roars of ghosts cheered like a carnival feast, lying on top of them, dragging them deep into the sea of ​​blood.

Looking at the collapsed ground in front of him, Cui Jing looked back subconsciously.

I don’t know when Sha Niangniang has come behind him, holding a skull scepter, and calmly watching the sea of ​​blood rolling under the pothole.

"Big sister, are they all right?" Cui Jing swallowed his throat.

She didn’t speak. After a while, she slowly turned around. "Half the time of Hanju, I dragged them up and placed them in the walled city."

Cui took a look, although she didn't know what she intended to do, but ordered to do the same.

The time of Banzhu is not long, but there is a period of short.

Cui Jingning eyes watched the movements in the blood sea, in order to pull Jian Wushuang and others in an emergency.

At this moment, the borderless blood sea is tumbling, and the extreme blood gas is transformed into ghosts, like a predatory fish, which suppresses Jian Wushuang and others who fell into the blood sea.

The causality and the killing that he tried to avoid were all swarming in the end.

When you look into it, it is full of extreme blood red, and there are five people in the sword Wushuang. All of them are helpless and can only helplessly float in the blood sea.

If these strengths are not compromised, these grievances will never erode them.

But right now, even if Qing Qing is helpless, he is really reincarnation, and his strength is not even as good as Spring and Autumn.

A giant monster mixed with evil thoughts stretched out his palm from the depths of the blood and dragged them into the bottom of the sea little by little.

The blood sea also gradually boiled from the initial tumbling, and gradually calmed down.

Chan Jing jumped on the sea of ​​blood alone as soon as Banzhuxiang’s time passed, and he looked at the scene like a ruin in front of him.

At once, the blood sea was separated by a sky.

The ugly giant monster transformed from countless evil thoughts and evil spirits emerged from the sky.

The palms of more than ten feet in size slowly spread out, and Jian Wushuang and others who had been comatose appeared in Cui Jing's eyes.

"What the **** are these guys, although they all look so weak, how come there is a breathtaking momentum?" Cui Jing frowned, and the confrontation with Jianwushuang not long ago, obviously gave him Left a very deep impression.

"Aren’t they also monks who don’t belong to this continent? Or are they just like the bald men who come from outside the world?"

Cui Jing waved his hand and ingested Jian Wushuang and others in the palm of the evil thought monster. He carefully explored it and found no useful news before carrying them away.

The whole piece has no edge along the sea of ​​blood, and has returned to the state of howling.

......

Blood red, enough to erode the heart, spreads over and infects everything.

This kind of negative influence is full of evil thoughts, despair, stillness, and resentment, even if Yanxian is inadvertently, it will be impregnated into the heart platform, which will be infected with inexplicable cause and effect, and killing.

Jian Wushuang suddenly sat up from the ground, sweating and sweating at the temples.

Looking into the eyes, the sea of ​​blood is not there, only a quiet bluestone road.

"Just now, were you still in that sea of ​​blood? Why now... is it an illusion?"

After investigating the fusion of inner strength and the outside world, Jian Wushuang determined that this was not an illusion.

He stood up slowly, standing on this blue stone slab road where only two people could go side by side, looking around.

The hazy sky dome shows a smoky cyan haze after rain.

On both sides of this bluestone road, all are deep waters where the lotus bud has just been extracted.

Looking from afar, the hazy distance and the deep water are connected, and there is an indescribable lingering and illusory meaning.

Jian Wushuang is standing in the middle of this bluestone road, both in front and behind, unknown where it leads.

Everything here is silent to the extreme, as if it were a painting, full of unrealism.

But his face is still calm, and after thinking about it for a moment, he takes a step and moves slowly.

A long wind blowing somehow, blowing the lotus leaves on the deep waters on both sides.

At this time, the lotus is not yet open, and the huge lotus bud is almost sinking on the water.

Jian Wushuang walked slowly during this time, and there was something weird in his heart.

He dare to be sure that this scene at the moment is the most weird place he has come to since his practice.

This kind of weirdness is not facing the horror of life and death, not the powerlessness of an irresistible enemy, nor the unknown fear.

It's a kind of strange discomfort caused by a subtle difference from cognition unconsciously.

It's like a nightmare in that long-time childhood, or a muddled whisper during a serious illness.

This kind of place shouldn’t really exist, or that this kind of place is transformed by the mind.

Jian Wushuang is not moving, although his heart has realized a little, but still walking slowly like before.

Under this strange and hazy sky dome, there is only a bluestone road extending to the infinite distance.

On the deep and bitter cold water, the desolation was extremely extreme.