Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5091: rolling
A weapon has a soul, and a long sword has an aura, which can lead to a deeper realm.
The sword spirit that can grow into the peak Dayan Immortal is the only one who rests in the sword grave of Sancun Mountain.
Yu.
He, who had been inevitably declining, unexpectedly reappeared at this moment, and with an endless momentum, he directly crushed the black robe.
The black robe barrier was shattered, and the black robe old man who was a sword spirit waved his hand and patted the black robe heavily.
In an instant, like mountains and seas, the dust disappeared forever.
The Supreme Palm directly smashed the black robe into powder.
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Long support as strong as the Nineth Rank Dayan Immortal, even Broken Xianyuan did not erase the black robe, but at this moment, the black robe was slapped and turned into powder.
In this scene, all the disciples of San Cun Mountain, including Jian Wushuang who had just awakened, and Gong Zi Jiao had their eyes rounded.
Crush, kill in seconds!
Like the black robe of an immortal nightmare, it was drawn directly into powder at this moment, which made Jian Wushuang incredulous.
But it did happen, and the black robe once again became a fan.
"Huh!"
The unimaginable phantom snorted coldly, then stood with his hand held, turned and walked towards the sacred mountain of Sancun Mountain.
Every step taken, the huge phantom shrank, until it reached the front of the Sancun Mountain, it had become a normal figure.
Nan Xuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, watching him stammered, "You, aren't you gone?"
As soon as this was said, all the disciples, including Gongzi Jiao, changed their expressions, and did not dare to pant. You must know that this is the supreme strong man who can slap a black robe to death. Will become angry.
However, the horrible scene in the imagination did not appear, and the black-robed old man was a little annoyed, "I originally wanted to die directly, but the outside world was too shocked to bear, and then he came back to life and killed the guy!"
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This is it?
The corners of Nan Xuan's mouth twitched, "Fortunately, you wake up, otherwise you won't see us."
"Just such a small bug, turned this place upside down?" The black robe old man deplored his unconvincing expression. "Is Dasiyu already weakened to this point?"
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All the disciples didn't dare to speak, and Jian Wushuang, who had recovered from his death, laughed bitterly.
Xio said that they couldn't do it. Even if it was the long support from the Wanggu era, it ended in a sad end.
After a grievance, the black-robed old man noticed Jian Wushuang, who was in the **** body, and hurried to him.
"Little friend, what did you do?"
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly when he heard the words, "Let the predecessors watch the joke, the kid is invincible."
The black-robed old man glared at him, "You are an immortal. Although you are invincible, you are still moving forward. With the old man's posture, these few rats with hidden heads and exposed tails, why dare not to go forward?" /
After he finished speaking, he looked directly at Xu Tuo, Nan Xuan, and the young master.
The young man took a few steps back subconsciously. He didn't dare to say that the aura exuded by the black robe old man was too domineering, making everyone who heard it silent.
At the same time, he felt a very familiar aura on the black-robed old man, but he did not act rashly, but chose to silence.
Nan Xuan quickly explained, "Don't look at me, I have been fighting with my little friend from beginning to end."
The black-robed old man snorted angrily, and then looked at Xu Tuo, "Little guy, you come to explain to the old man, why the little friend alone was hit hard? What did you eat?"
"..." Xu Tuo was dumb, and then smiled bitterly.
"Master Yu, you have to know that even if we were tied together before, it would never hurt the black robe at all."
"Just not long ago, a Ninth Rank Great Yan Immortal was lost here."
The black-robed old man was shocked when he heard the words, "How is it possible that the Nineth Rank Dayan Immortal?"
Jian Wushuang opened his mouth and said in a condensed voice, "Senior, that's true, the fallen Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal is named Changfu."
The black-robed old man said in disbelief, "Chang Fu, that dumb little guy?"
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All fairy tales are twitching at the corners of their mouths, and being able to call the strongest person who has come out of the ancient times as a dumb little guy, how strong qualifications and background do they need?
And it seems that the black-robed old man seems to have known Changfu a long time ago.
"It's a pity that this honest little guy survived the catastrophe, but he was eventually buried in this unknown place."
The old man in the black robe seemed a little sad, causing melancholy.
The star river turns, after all, it is changing.
The so-called immortal development, from the moment of proving the Tao and gaining the Tao, there is absolutely no possibility of a good death.
Even the Nineth Rank Dayan Immortal, or even the Peak Dayan Immortal, rarely ends well.
They are already above the Dao of Heaven, and they can even modify any Dao of Heaven at will. For them, the fate is already endless.
The endless fate is like a cage, letting all the immortals sink in it.
Isn't it a prison of its own if it cannot be restrained by the fate of heaven?
The black robe said slowly, "Okay, the little guy left, and the old man also sought revenge for him, so he can close his eyes."
"Since there is nothing more to do here, the old man died."
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Jian Wushuang and the others shot again.
This black-robed old man who is originally a sword spirit always seems to be so independent and free and easy to do things.
He went out to kill the black robe directly, and then he continued to prepare for death.
"Little guy, never see you again." The black-robed old man looked at Jian Wushuang and smiled.
"Senior, treasure it." Jian Wushuang solemnly arched his hands.
At this moment, the son Jiao, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "This senior, we seem to have seen it."
The black-robed old man turned around and looked at the son with some doubts, "Are you?"
The prince smiled slightly, then he arched his hands and said, "This seat...the younger generation is the emperor under the seat of Zhenwu Yang."
"The emperor under the seat of Emperor Zhenwuyang?!" The black robe old man suddenly looked very excited, "The galaxy has changed, and many Chinese years have not been seen, Yan'er, you have grown so big?"
"The old man hugged you by himself."
"Wait? Yaner?!!!"
The young man's triumphant expression still froze on his face, and he realized that the black robe old man seemed to have admitted the wrong person.
Jian Wushuang couldn't help but smile when he looked at his expression like a throat.
Reluctantly squeezing out a stiff smile, the son Jiao said, "Going back to Senior, this seat is not the son Yan, but the son of the Second Emperor!"
This time, it was his turn to be embarrassed by the black robe old man. He stopped on the spot and narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I am confused and confused. The old man is clumsy and can't distinguish between the emperor and the second emperor. Don't blame the second emperor."
The son twitched the corners of his mouth and could only signal that there was nothing wrong.