Legend of Swordsman

"Humph!"

Jian Wushuang snorted coldly, clasped his hands tightly, and the power of the mighty ancient gods converged in his right hand.

His right hand fist also released a strong dark golden light, and then suddenly burst out.

The ancient armor of silver armor transformed by that battle array was also a fierce blow.

Two huge fists hit each other head-on.

Hit hard, this is the collision of power!

Huh!

A loud noise spread out the power of the vast ancient gods.

The void was twisted into a twist almost almost instantly, and a large and narrow space crack spread like a spider's web, spreading tens of thousands of miles, and the terrible power caused many powerful players to watch the battle around the battlefield. , All sucked in the air.

At the very center of the battlefield, the sword sank without a double-sided color, but the figure was stunned but retreated a few steps away.

But the ancient silver armor **** transformed by the war, but just backed off for a walk.

"how come?"

Many powerful people of the ancient demon family showed surprise when they saw this scene.

It should be noted that the ancient silver armor gods transformed by the nine ancient **** guards have reached the level of four stars. Although Jian Wushuang is an ancient **** of the royal family, it is only the top of Samsung, and it is far inferior to the former by reason. But in the end, this ancient silver armor **** just barely prevailed?

However, they did not know that Jian Wushuang was not only the power of the ancient **** of the Samsung royal family. He was also wearing blood evil armor, which was enough to directly increase his power by ten times, which led to Jian Wushuang's power. It is also the level of heaven.

"Come again!"

After a crash and a downwind, Jian Wushuang was not discouraged, his huge figure was rushing, and he was killed again the next moment.

The ancient armor of silver armor transformed by the battle array also burst into force.

The two behemoths were lightning, and they fought again.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Jian Wushuang did not perform sword art, relying on his own hands and feet, but still fully exerted his ability to fight close.

He spent some time with the real ancient gods, and also played against many ancient gods.

He knew very well the ancient God's way of killing.

Even if he doesn't use weapons, he can fully exert the power of an ancient god.

But the nine ancient gods are different.

Although they all awakened the blood of the ancient gods, they did not know as much about the ancient gods' killing methods as the sword and Wushuang. The most important thing is that they were the ancient gods battle formation formed by nine people. During the war.

Although this battle line is overbearing, the cooperation between them is not perfect.

Kong Kong has a strong and powerful combat strength that is comparable to that of the middle Tianzun or even higher, but it has not been fully exerted. At most, it can only play 70%.

In addition, Jian Wushuang is an ancient **** of the royal family, and the blood pressure that he has always carried, also makes these nine ancient gods uncomfortable.

Under the constraints of so many conditions, the silver **** of ancient armor formed by the battle formation, instead, fell into a disadvantage, and the disadvantage was still very obvious.

"Haha, go aside."

Sword Wushuang laughed, and his fierce figure stepped closer to the ancient silver armor ancient god, and his shoulders hit the silver armor ancient god's body instantly, making the silver armor ancient **** one after another. Backing away, then the sword Wushuang's big hand waved and swept away the huge body of the ancient silver armor god.

"Obviously has the power of the four-star silver armor ancient god, but it can't be exerted at all ... no fun."

Jian Wushuang shook his head secretly, no longer interested.

Jian Wushuang didn't bother to entangle with this ancient silver armor **** again, and saw that his eyes flashed with brilliance, and the power of the vast ancient **** was condensed toward his right index finger in an instant.

Compared with the real ancient gods, the ancient gods formed by using battlefields have a huge gap. This gap is not only reflected in some of the ancient gods' killing skills and coordination with each other. Similarly, there are some unique tricks and secret techniques of ancient gods. Above.

But now, with the strength accumulation of Jian Wushuang's index finger, the horrible finger is pointed out.

"The first finger of the ancient god, breaking the realm!"

Jian Wushuang also issued a low drink.

In a moment, a golden giant finger exuding horror fell from the sky.

This golden giant finger seemed to extend from the ancient times, carrying an astonishing oppression, and after a short time, pointed at the ancient armor of the silver armor formed by the battle formation.

That silver armor ancient **** also desperately gathered the power of the ancient god, and arrogantly put out a punch to resist.

But the end result ...

With a bang, the world was silent.

The silver armor ancient **** flew backwards at an astonishing speed. While flying backwards, the power of the ancient **** on his body was trembling trembling, apparently has reached the edge of the collapse, and the nine ancient silver armor ancient gods were formed. At this moment, Dagu Shenwei also spit out a lot of blood.

Already no match for the sword-defining ancient armor of silver armor, the momentum immediately exploded.

"Stopped my finger, didn't it run out?"

Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, and then the fingers of his right hand began to gather the power of the ancient **** again.

"One finger is not enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then one more finger!"

Sword flashes in his eyes.

And in the ancient demon family camp, that withered heart saw that scene, and frowned sharply, "The ancient **** battle array, can't hold it, Dongming, you quickly rush."

"I?"

Dongming Tianzun, standing next to Tian Xinzun, looked very ugly.

If he is now going to join forces with the ancient silver armor god, it is obviously to bully the little and bully the small.

In normal times, this Dongming Tianzun would not have done so, but he couldn't care less about the situation at hand.

Huh!

Dongming Tianzun immediately turned into a scarlet streamer and shot straight out.

"Ok?"

Jian Wushuang's right index finger has been raised. He believes that he only needs to point a finger again. The ancient silver armor **** in front of him should be enough to break away, but at this time he found that the surrounding rushed around. Road scarlet streamer.

"Dongming Tianzun?" Jian Wushuang's mouth slightly tilted.

The battlefield appearance of the powerful parties saw this scene, but it was a commotion.

"Is Dongming Tianzun? He's going to shoot!"

"The ancient **** battle formation already has the power of Tianzun, and now Dongming Tianzun appears again. Is this two to one?"

"Well, that sword Wushuang is just an eternal state, how can the ancient demon family behave like this, a little bit inexplicable?"

"Well, it's eternity when swordsman Wushuang? You can see his revealed strength. In addition, he is already an ancient **** of Sanxing. The ancient **** of Sanxing is equivalent to human Taoism.

Voices came from outside the battlefield.

But Jian Wushuang showed a hearty smile, "It's good, let's go together."

The moment the words fell, a sky of war was rising from Jian Wushuang's body. At the same time, the Blood Peak Sword also appeared in Jian Wushuang's hands.

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