Legend of Swordsman

"Long Qing true god!"

Baiying Zhenshen, Yintuo Zhenshen, and Yan Jun all fell down.

"Why are you here, Jian Wushuang?" Yan Jun asked first.

"Sword unparalleled ... He's there." Long Qing Zhenshen motioned down to the ground.

The three Yanjun then noticed the figure sitting on the ground below.

But in this regard, the true gods of Baiying and Intuo, including Yan Jun, have changed dramatically.

"He, he is sword unparalleled?" Baiying Zhenshen confused.

"How is that possible? But in the breath, it is indeed him." The God of Indra exclaimed.

Yan Jun's face was sinking fiercely.

The three of them could see the figure sitting on the ground below, but the figure had silver-white hair, an old face, and a figure like a withered tree. This is an old man who has reached the twilight year. , And the old man with gray hair did not have any divine power fluctuations.

It is simply an ordinary person.

Completely ordinary people.

This ordinary gray-haired old man is the sword unparalleled one of the pride of heaven recognized in the chaotic world of ancient times?

Huh!

Yan Jun's body swept down for the first time and appeared in front of the white-haired old man.

As if the arrival of Yan Jun was noticed, the white-haired old man looked up slightly, exposing a face that was similar to Jian Wushuang, but obviously paled countless times. This old man barely squeezed out Yan Yan. A smile.

"Jian Wushuang, is it really you?" Yan Jun widened his eyes.

Although the appearance of Jian Wushuang has undergone great changes, the divine power fluctuations have disappeared, and the breath has weakened to the extreme, but the essence of that weak breath is indeed familiar to him. Yan Jun is sure, the white hair in front of him The old man, is really sword unparalleled.

"How did you become like this?" Yan Jun looked ugly and his voice was low, while looking at Long Qingzhen, "Long Qingzhen, haven't you been with Jian Wushuang all the time? How can you let him?" Becomes like this? "

Yan Jun's temper is already violent, and Jian Wushuang treats him like a mountain.

Seeing Jian Wushuang's appearance like this, he directly questioned whether the true **** of Long Qing was the true **** of chaos.

Long Qing Zhenshen frowned slightly.

"Brother Yanjun."

Become a white-haired old man, Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse and weak. Because of my own body. "

"For the sake of your body?" Yan Jun's eyes narrowed.

"Stop this first, this time we stormed the blood demon cult, and the noise was too loud. Maybe the Jiugong true **** has been alarmed, so we have to leave quickly." Jian Wushuangdao.

"OK." Yan Jun answered.

Long Qing Zhenshen, Baiying Zhenshen, and Intuo Zhenshen also all focus on the head.

"Brother Yanjun, help me." Jian Wushuang suddenly stretched out his palm, his hands were extremely old, and his skin cracked.

"I don't have the slightest divine power right now. I can't do anything about it, so I can only let you brother Yanjun take me for a ride." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly.

Yan Jun shivered inside, looking at Jian Wushuang's eyes full of unbearable.

Soon, a group of five people set off, but the sword unparalleled at this moment was carried by Yan Jun on his body.

Along the way, Jian Wushuang never spoke. As for Yan Jun and Long Qingzhen, they were silent and never spoke.

But they have not yet left the Blood Demon Sect.

Hum!

A mighty mighty power came suddenly, but one of them was nearly three meters tall, and the old man in a purple robe like a giant condensed his body in the void.

Seeing the appearance of the old man in purple robes, the eyes of a few people who had previously been swept away suddenly shrank, and their figures immediately stopped.

"Long Qing, I have met Lord Jiugong." Long Qing Zhenshen, the old man in purple robe, bowed slightly.

"It is the true **** of the nine palaces."

"This is trouble."

The true gods of Baiying and Intuo, including Yan Jun, were a little shocked.

And Jian Wushuang, who was backed by Yan Jun, couldn't help but look up at the old man in the purple robe.

The true **** of the nine palaces is the lord of the kingdom of the nine palaces god.

At the same time, it is also the source of the fear of the stars, and dare not easily send His Majesty the true gods to the nine kingdoms.

This is the fifth strongest player in the true gods list.

Although Long Qing Zhenshen is also Chaos True God, compared with this Jiu Gong True God, it is far too far away. As soon as he meets now, Long Qing True God will directly call Jiu Gong True God as an adult.

"Long Qing Zhenshen, destroying the blood demon religion, is it your hand?" Jiu Gong Zhen Shen stood there, his face was indifferent, and his voice was dull, but every word of him was slammed into Long Qing Zhenshen like a hammer People's hearts shocked them physically and mentally.

"What a terrible strength." Yan Jun grimacing and groaning secretly.

"Master Jiu Gong, it is indeed our hands to move." Long Qingzhen Shen also seemed quite restrained at this moment.

"Huh, that blood demon religion is a big force of my Jiugong God's kingdom. Before you start working on it, you don't even want to say a word to me. Maybe you don't take me too seriously?" Leng Hu said, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"This ..." Long Qingzhen looked a little ugly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After a moment of groaning, he took out a ring and said, "This time, I really didn't think about it. There are twenty Daojings in the ring, which are considered to be reparations to adults. "

"Only twenty?" Jiu Gongzhen's gaze was cold. "Two hundred Daojing, I'll let you go, or you won't have to leave."

"Two hundred?" Long Qing really looked at him.

The nearby Baiying Zhenshen and Indra Zhenshen were shocked.

Dao Jing is also an extremely precious treasure for the true god, and it is extremely useful.

In general, all eternal true gods are worth ten Taojings at most, and two hundred Taojings are not a small number to the true **** of chaos Long Qing.

"Okay, I will."

Long Qing Zhenshen threw out a Qiankun ring directly.

Although there are two hundred Taojings, Long Qing Zhenshen was invited by Yuan Dianzhu, who paid him more.

After the Jiu Gong Zhen took the ring, he simply swept and nodded slightly, "You can go."

Yan Jun relieved a few breaths, and was ready to leave immediately.

But at this time, the eyes of the true **** of the nine palaces suddenly looked at Jian Wushuang. "Who is this person who has not even the slightest divine power fluctuation?"

Jian Wushuang burst into his heart.

He knew very well that if the true **** of the nine palaces knew his true identity, he would not want to leave the kingdom of the nine palaces alive today.

Suo Yanjun immediately replied: "Master, this is one of my loved ones. He fell into the hands of the Blood Demon cult many years ago. He was tortured and rehabilitated. He was abandoned to life, and became an ordinary person. The blood demonism is for revenge, but also to save him. "

"Is that so?" Jiu Gong's brows frowned, without doubt.

"Let's go."

Yan Jun and several others left with sword swordsman soon.