Legend of Swordsman Chapter 494: Fantasy Kendo

"People who don't even have the qualifications to recognize the Lord, can only stare?"

The surrounding Kendo powerhouses looked weird when they heard this.

Jian Wushuang's words are obviously a mockery of Su Ming, after all, this Su Ming is the possession of the Heart Sword for thousands of years, but as a result, the Heart Sword cannot be controlled by the Lord.

"It's so daring."

Su Ming's handsome face was faintly flashing with cold mans, he stared at Jian Wushuang, "It's been a long time since nobody dared to talk to this seat, just say this to you, and you don't have to go today. "

"Even if I don't say it, you're afraid you don't plan to let me go?" Jian Wushuang smiled sneerly, "Su Ming, it's all for this, there is no need to reinstall it, I want to kill the sword, Despite the shot. "

"Since you're so anxious to die, that seat will complete you." Su Ming finished, and immediately added a sword in his hand.

The sword is almost transparent, like a dream, and Su Ming holds the long sword like a dream. Immediately, there is a horrible sword sweeping out of him.

The sword has no double-sided color.

The sword devil's life is different from the Nanyu prince and purple bell prince he had previously played against. Although the spiritual practice is still Xiaoyun Realm, and this destiny is only at the level of Baxiao Realm, it can be Shenzhou Jiu. One of the great monarchs, this fate, entered the threshold of the Tao.

Tao, that is the Supreme Way above the origin.

Once the threshold of entry is crossed, its strength will change dramatically.

"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man.

"Releasing the horse is here." Jian Wushuang tightened his heart-struck sword, and the eighteen-foot-tall golden sword soul ghost shadow behind him also spread a grand atmosphere.

Su Ming smiled indifferently, and followed the dreamy long sword in his hand to chop out a random sword.

It looks like a random sword, and it's slow.

But when this sword was split, a colorful and dreamlike sword light appeared in the heavens and the earth.

This sword light is thrilling and fascinating.

Seeing this sword light, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but hesitate, the picture in front of him had changed for a while.

"Shuanger, Shuanger, save me, save me!"

The sound of horror echoed in Jian Wushuang's ears. Jian Wushuang looked at it, but found that his father, who had been indifferent and detached, was fleeing with horror, and behind him was the smirking blood peak The prince, hunting with a sword.

"Father!" The sword has no double-sided color and cannot change.

"No!" Jian Nantian screamed screaming, his body was split in half by the blood peak prince.

In this scene, Jian Wushuang's heart became cold, but immediately after Jian Wushuang came to his consciousness.

"A mirage is a mirage!"

"Wake up, wake up soon!"

Jian Wushuang roared and roared in the bottom of his heart, biting his teeth violently, and then tried to break himself out of the illusion with the help of that sting.

When he regained his consciousness, he saw that the thrilling sword cast by that order had already appeared less than one meter in front of him. At such a short distance, he wanted to use his sword to resist It was impossible to do so, and we could barely move to the side.

The sword of Su Ming was originally directed at Jian Wushuang's head. Following Jian Wushuang's move, this sword light is rubbed against Jian Wushuang's ears, and is split on Jian Wushuang's right shoulder. .

Wow!

Jian Wushuang's right shoulder was split open, and a huge sword mark appeared, and blood poured out immediately. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang's physical body was strong enough, otherwise the sword would definitely split his entire right arm. Come down.

After a sword, Jian Wushuang didn't care about the pain from his right arm and hurriedly retreated.

And the Soviet order still stands in the void, slowly withdrawing the sword.

"Are you a good conscious, you can break free from my fantasy sworddo." Su Ming sneered and looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jiang Wushuang is trembling at the moment.

He never imagined that this fateful sword art contained such a terrible illusion.

"Fantasy Kendo?" Jian Wushuang nodded secretly when he heard what Su Ming said.

It is indeed the Tao that trumps the origin, and it is indeed terrifying.

The sword just now, if his response is slightly slower in the first half of the shot, Su Ming's sword may be able to directly hit his head, then the result ...

"My fantasy sworddo is quite amazing. Among the many princes of Divine Land, there are few who are qualified to take over my sword. You can bear my sword without dying. This alone is worthy of pride. Now, "Su Ming said.

The sword has no two-sided color and dignity, and has not spoken, but the heart has been activated.

"Mystery, win souls!"

Spirit of Seizure of Souls, sword Wushuang has never been used since set foot in Divine Land.

This mystery is too heavy for the body. If it is not desperate, Jian Wushuang would not be willing to cast it, and he has not been really dead for so long in Shenzhou. Until today, he encountered this Soviet fate, but had to Shi unfolded.

As soon as the Spirit Secret was cast, I saw a horrifying engulfing force immediately erupting from Jian Wushuang's body, spreading out to the surrounding area. The sword Vol. 3 is currently performing the third volume of Spirit Secret. It is the highest level of mysticism.

Booming ~ time, the world shook.

The void in which Jian Wushuang is located seems to have become a huge vortex, ruthlessly devouring everything in heaven and earth, and the surrounding vitality from all things in heaven and earth is rushing towards Jian Wushuang at an amazing speed.

The ground below is also starting to dry up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, within a radius of dozens of miles, it has turned into a dead place.

This scene made all the kendo powerhouses watching the game horrified.

"A good horror!"

"What, what's wrong with this?"

"How useful is it to transform the power of all things into life?"

These Kendo powerhouses are all amazed.

"Hum, the eagle worm trick." Su Ming sneered, unmoved.

Finally, the power of devouring has stagnated, and at the moment Jian Wushuang's breath has been elevated to a whole new level.

The third volume of mysticism, the improvement of the sword unparalleled, is the increase of spiritual power, the increase of power, which is enough to bring his strength to a whole new level.

Of course, the load on the body is also extremely huge.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are covered with blood, followed by a distant finger toward the void ahead.

"Mystery of Shura, how to bridge!"

Buzzing ~ The horror of power broke out, and a huge blood bridge appeared from the edge of the blood river, slowly extended to the end of the blood river, and Jian Wushuang stepped on the blood bridge A large amount of blood surged on his body, and a heavy **** armor appeared faintly on his body.

The breath on him has skyrocketed again.

Jian Wushuang glanced at Su Ming, and his body moved the next moment.