Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4778: Quickly changing

Hundreds of top-notch monks who have made great repairs at Wuxiang Dawei are exhibited. It doesn’t seem to be like a monk at all. They are extremely hot-tempered, not even weaker than those of the fierce sand devil cave repairs.

With the swing of the zen stick in his hand, each stroke can reinvent the digital repair.

"Brother, don't make too many killings." The monk of net noodles waved his hand and defeated the number of rushing forward to repair, looking to remind Jianqing anxiously.

"You have to take care of it. I'm so afraid of this kind of killing karma. I won't be at ease in the day when these wicked beasts do not die!" Jian Shen said in a clear voice, and the scepter waved even more in his hand. Cheer up.

The net noodle monk shook his head helplessly. How could he listen to what his brother, even the master, dared to rebel against?

The battle is heating up.

The lives of the ancestors of the ancestors have become the least valuable existence. Countless broken treasures and real swords have fallen into the collapsed and cracked ground with their respective masters.

Here, they have become their common burial ground.

The fierce war always resonates. Although it is Yanxian, in the battle situation of nearly 20,000 or 30,000 top repairs, the role it can play is also very small.

The hot-eyed Cui Jing stretched out his hands and tightened the belt of his trousers, and then carried the eight-foot stick and flew forward.

Cui Jing, who is only an ancestor of the top level, is blessed with the blood in the field of the sand devil cave, which is enough to fight against ordinary Yanxian.

"Do you guys feel that this guy's head is a bit uncomfortable, second-handed." Looking at Cui Jingyuan's back, Chen Qing commented.

Chunqiu touched his chin and said, "It's a little too clever. It is estimated that it is used to rampage in this evil land and needs to be beaten."

Jian Wushuang still didn't speak, he was watching the situation quietly.

At the same time, he had a hunch that the top demons of Sand Devil Cave looked fierce and fierce, but they could never hold Sand Devil Cave, and it was definitely a matter of time before the city was broken.

By then, it may be possible to wait for the monks to be close to them.

The cause and effect and the killing carried on the body, although seemingly unharmed, may never be triggered, but this is like a barb, Jian Wushuang will inevitably try to pull it out.

If these monks have no way to deal with this, then he can only wait to recover his strength, and then try to unite with the Qing as much as possible to completely wipe out this entire universe.

Jian Wushuang has never been an excessively good person. From the beginning of the micro, to the boarding of the Eternal God, to the entry of Dayan Huan alone, the criterion that has been quoted is the principle.

One of the heavens has harmed him, this is because, since there is a cause, it will be the result, and the end of the destruction is not necessary.

Recognize the monk, and repeatedly slap the tactics in his hand, forcing the constantly emerging top repairers to see him.

The ten monks, all of whom are Yanxian, already have a tendency to control the battle situation.

But one of the ten monks didn’t make it, or to be precise, he didn’t participate in the battle.

He is like an ascetic monk. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the eyebrows, he walks slowly, as if there is no dispute with the world.

Occasionally, he attacked him, but was forced to retreat by Qinghui Huamang, which was surrounded by him.

Ten monks of Yanxian, the sand devil cave where almost no Yanxian exists, is crushed.

The inexhaustible and insane repairers of the Sand Devil Caves were retreating, and the number of people was reduced from more than 20,000 to more than half.

If it’s not in the murderous realm, the casualties are even worse than they were.

Jianqing is like a furious bull. As soon as Cui Jing joined the battle, he directly locked him, and then he fought against the black iron Zen stick.

Cui Jing was weak in a short ten-year confrontation. He cried secretly in the bottom of his heart, and the palm of his hand holding the eight-foot stick was slightly cracked.

"Good evil, Grandpa will send you to death today!"

With a deep drink, Jian Qing changed his posture, showing the trend of carrying the mountain and catching the moon. He carried the black iron zen stick on his shoulder, and then a meteor fell, and he swept heavily on Cui Jing's belly.

At this moment, he only felt the darkness in front of him, and the eight-foot stick was bent to a strange position, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

Jian Wushuang only felt a sudden tremor under the city wall, and then a burst of subtle collapse sounded.

Cui Jing’s entire figure was completely embedded in the city wall a few meters deep, almost almost bombarding the city wall out of a large hole.

"Uh... dead bald donkey, Lao Tzu and you are endless." Cui Jing struggled to pull his body out of the hole in the wall, and his bones seemed to fall apart.

Just as Jian Qing headed by the Zongmen assembled the top repairers overwhelmingly, a unique breath came to the battlefield again.

Crazy sand running, chaos in the sky.

Since the broken ground, a huge colossal sand statue has been quietly raised.

Then, facing the army of Jianxiu headed by Jian Qing, the two sides covered the sky with their palms.

Jian Qing suddenly raised his head, he was horrified, and he lifted the zen stick to stop it.

But beyond the imagination's tremendous power, he directly flew over a hundred top repairers including him.

For a time, the disadvantaged situation was contained.

Flying out hundreds of feet of identification, standing in the air and holding footsteps, and then could not bear a ray of blood from the corner of the mouth.

That kind of momentum was so powerful that it was difficult for him to resist with all his strength.

At this moment, all of Ding Xiu's gaze converged on the huge, giant sand colossus.

Every cultivator in Sand Devil's Cave showed a fanatical expression.

On the forehead of the mad sand colossus, sits a tall woman with a beautiful figure looming under the big cloak.

She looked cold, waved her hands, and then manipulated the mad sand colossus under her to kill more than ten top repairers.

Jian Wushuang, who had watched this scene from afar, couldn't help but gaze.

The Sandy Niang, who is also not detached from the immortal level, showed at this moment, but gave him a sense of detachment.

If the former Sha Niangniang is at most the peak of Yanxian like Chen Qing, then at this moment, she seems to have taken that step.

It's just that the next scene is still shocking.

The Colossal Sand Colossus wielded the cover of the sky and covered all the enemies who committed crimes, but at the next moment, a gigantic size that could not be ignored emerged.

A pair of thin palms exuding hundreds of thousands of strands of radiance, the hands folded together, covering the palms of the Colossus of Colossus.

The two collided, falling endless sand lime lime.

Every thin crack is easily visible on the skinny palms of the zen shape, exuding an intriguing trend.

Jian Wushuang's true look, this kind of magnificent style, was released by the old monk with a beard and a beard that he had never shot since the beginning of the melee.

On the black ring between the neck, a strange Huamang began to radiate.