Legend of Swordsman Chapter 978: Half-pillar incense

"Inquire who?" Xue Lingtian asked.

"Bitter Lord." Sword Wushuangdao.

"Is he?" Xue Lingtian wondered: "Brother, for nothing, do you ask him what he is doing?"

"It's true, I beheaded his brother two days ago, and now he has come to me." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly.

"Is that so?" Xue Lingtian sank, solemnly: "I've heard that the Lord of Suffering has a brother, it seems to be called Bone Silence."

"The Bone Silent Taoist and this bitter Lord, did indeed go to the same door, and their ancestors were destroyed long ago. The two of them are the only two survivors in that fangsect, and Both of them have good chances and have become Taoists, but long ago, the two of them didn't know why they turned their faces. For so many years, they have not had much contact, so the outside world knows that they are brothers of the Master, not More. "

"But no matter how you turn your face, after all, they are brothers, and no wonder this bitter Lord will come to you."

"Master, you have to be careful about this bitter Lord."

"This old guy has a lonely and weird character. He has always been his own way. Although I and he are the Lord of the Nether Temple, I have met a few times, but I have no friendship with him at all. In his nature, even Knowing that you are my younger brother, he will not sell me the slightest face. "

"Also, this old guy is not weak, especially when it comes to close-killing. It is really strong. Among the eighteen Lords, he can definitely be ranked second. Even if it is me, if he fights with him , Will also be quite passive, if you fight with him, do not forget to let him close. "

"Strong fighting close?" Jian Wushuang frowned. "I see. Thank you, Brother."

"You and my brothers, you don't need to be so polite. I believe that with your ability, you should be able to dismiss this old guy, but be as careful as possible," Xue Lingtian once again urged.

"Um." Jian Wushuang nodded, but then interrupted the communication.

"Jian Wushuang, what happened?" Xiao Di looked at Jian Wushuang several times.

Jian Wushuang grinned, "Let's go, let's meet this bitter Lord."

After speaking, Jian Wushuang rushed out of the imperial city, and a few people from Xiaodi naturally followed immediately.

Sweeping out of the large array, Jian Wushuang saw the figure standing quietly in the void in front of him at a glance

This man is obviously only a middle-aged man, his face is even quite handsome, but his hair is white, just like the old man.

The most eye-catching is his pair of eye pupils, which deeply release the gloom, dazzling like a gem.

"He is the Lord of Suffering?" Jian Wu's eyes and pupils shrank, and he could feel the unique temperament of the Lord of Suffering.

This temperament is ethereal and free. With the same temperament, Jian Wushuang only encountered it in his own master Zun Xuan, but Xuan Yi has a more temperament than this bitter master, that is transcendent .

Beyond everything in the world.

The temperament is something that this bitter Lord can only look up to.

"Jian Wushuang, I've seen the Lord of Suffering." Jian Wushuang saluted slightly, his voice with a hint of humility.

"You are the sword Warriors?"

The bitter Lord ’s eyes also looked at Jian Wushuang. The glimmer of light in the eyes was solidified on Jian Wushuang, and it seemed to thoroughly see through the sword.

"Bone silence, this brother, even though he has done a lot of wrong things, even if he is dead, it is difficult to atone for his sins. But even if you want to kill him, you must take the hands of this seat. When is your turn? A junior not more than two thousand years old? "Lord Ku Zun's voice was cold, with a hint of anger.

"Korean Lord, the boneless Taoist Lord is standing in the three kingdom camps, and I am the East Land Datang camp. The two camps are the enemy. He went to the imperial city to challenge him, and I killed him. In the battle between the big camps, you are suffering as one of the eighteen Lords of the Nether Temple. Is n’t it also necessary for you to come in? ”Jian Wushuang said lowly.

"Well, this seat is here today, but in a personal capacity, it has nothing to do with the Nether Temple. This seat does not care about the battle between your two camps. Since you kill my brother, then I will kill you. Of course, look at You are just a junior, and I will not bully you too much! "

"Half-pillar incense, as long as you support the half-pillar incense in this seat without dying, this seat immediately turns and leaves, and from now on, will never mention the word of revenge." Suffering Lord Lengheng .

"Oh?" Sword Warrior looked like a move.

He can see that the relationship between the bitter Lord and his brother Gu Jingdao is really not good. He is only here to make a comeback today. As for whether he can kill himself, he is not too much. care.

Otherwise, if you really want to have deep feelings, if you want to kill him for revenge, then you will no longer care about your identity.

"The time for the half-pillar incense is fixed." Jian Wushuang smiled brightly, "Bitter Lord, please!"

Jian Wushuang said with his mouth, but his body was rising with a heavy war.

He just broke through to reach the level of the ancient **** of Samsung, and the strength of the relationship has been skyrocketing because he got blood.

He judged that his current combat strength should have reached the level of the three-passage deities, but whether he has reached it or what level is he in the three-passage respects, and he has not really fought the battle with all his strength Not sure.

But now, this bitter Lord comes out.

The strength of this bitter lord is just qualified to be his opponent, so that he can hone it, and at the same time have a precise understanding of his own strength.

"Come on!" Jian Wushuang snarled in his mouth, his eyes glowed with excitement.

"Hum."

The bitter Lord gave a cold hum, his hands rolled, and two palms each had an extra sword.

"Two-handed sword?" Sword Wushuang stunned.

In the Qinghuo world, there are countless powerful men who use swords. Like his brother Xue Lingtian, he used swords as a weapon.

But there are very few who use two swords at the same time.

"Sword Warriors, let's die!"

Li Xiao uttered from the mouth of the Lord of Suffering, the body of the Lord of Suffering moved instantly.

Oh!

The Lord Suffering is transformed into a sword directly. He relentlessly splits the void in front of him and appears directly in front of Jian Wushuang. When it appears, both swords have been cut off at the same time.

"So fast!"

Jian Wushuang couldn't help it.

The speed of this bitter lord is indeed too fast. It is estimated that only a few strong men standing at the top of the three-turn way can match it.

While the two swords are slashed at the same time, the power is also amazing.

The sword has no two-sided color sinking. The Blood Peak Sword has already appeared in his hands, and the power of the ancient gods has poured into the palm of the hand.

Oh! Huh!

Two low-pitched impact sounded, and the two swords slammed into the sword's blood peak sword sword one after another. The terrible power broke out, making Jian Wushuang's figure couldn't help sinking Xu Xu ********* s: Brothers, it's still five days today, the sales list is gone, everyone's subscription is a bit weak! !!

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