Legend of Swordsman

He did not think of it anyway. The **** guy, instead of not dying, manipulated the fairy style to return.

A seemingly inconspicuous and impenetrable guy actually realized the fairy style, which made him not shocked.

It should be understood that being able to comprehend the immortal style means that the realm of Yanxian is harmonious, and it touches a higher level.

Understanding and making good use of it further illustrate its terrible point. Breaking through Yanxian will only be a matter of time.

Since the ancient times, I do n’t know how many top cultivations are difficult to enter the realm of Yanxian. Above Yanxian, such a state of delusion makes Yanxian desperate.

Yan Xian is a watershed, even if Shou Yuan is endless, but he can't feel the mysterious and mysterious luck, he can only despair.

At the same time, even if it is an extraordinary fairy, there are very few who are able to die.

The state cannot be broken through to another level, and the endless Shou Yuan is like a trap and a cage to them.

Yan Xian, who has not broken the shackles, may die in a fierce battle with the turmoil of one side of the sky, or he may self-cut off the source of the fairy, and will not even enter the cycle.

This is a path of cultivation without retreat. The vast silence is far more than the brutal killing.

The first step in breaking through shackles is to realize the fairy style.

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Right now, this ensuing spectacle is not a fairy style and what would it be!

The little emperor was already shocked. When he saw the figure, like the emperor of a party, he ordered the scene of the river, the scene he was most unwilling to see in his heart appeared.

"So, is this his real strength ..."

...

"Enough! You stop me." The son's eyes turned red. He waved his palms and suddenly torn the mountain that suppressed him.

The series of fierce battles have made the son Zizheng tired, especially in the previous fairy style of the little emperor, which has consumed more than half of his physical strength.

The several Yanxian present were all retreating consciously, for fear of becoming a cannon fodder.

Sword Wushuang, dotted with Canggu galaxies, looked at him indifferently.

The young man corrected gasping slightly, with a little hysterical, "Do you think, do you think that by just hitting the fairy style, do you want to deal with me?"

"Prepare to regret it."

The pale red scroll that stretched for thousands of miles became fuller, and the young man stood in the center of the scroll, slowly condensing his vigorous strength.

Immediately afterwards, the picture scroll twisted up and formed a real shadow.

Every real shadow is a son's correction.

The light red real shadow condenses like substance, all encircling the sword Wushuang.

"You guys, you never see the coffin without tears. Since you have to fight to the end, then I have to send you to see the coffin."

The young man smiled strangely, and after whispering a word of extinction, he was swallowed by the darkness within the scroll space of the instant.

Outsiders could not detect the scene at all.

Nearly a hundred real shadows in the entire scroll space moved at this moment, carrying vigorous vigour and rushing forward.

And Jian Wushuang noticed the change as soon as possible. He suddenly waved his hand, and a round of Yaoyao hung up, shining a hundred miles.

The indescribable beam of light barely ripped open the darkness, and those real shadows running forward and back struck the sun's beam, and turned into a pile of mud directly on the ground.

But Jian Wushuang immediately felt something was wrong. The real shadows that had turned into mud were tumbling, but in an instant, they turned into thousands of chains, trapping him from bottom to top.

In the next moment, this strangely dark space actually gave birth to countless strange eyes!

Each pair of eyes is joking, cruel, or indifferent, as if one side is an endless abyss, which makes one sink into it at a glance.

Jian Wushuang was trapped by chains, unable to move at all, and could only watch the eyes above his head madly eating the strength in his body.

Outside this extremely dark space, the corner of Mourinho ’s mouth reveals a meaningless smile. “If it ’s not in heaven, I will treat you well.”

Then he turned slowly and faced the lonely little emperor quietly and said, "Your reliance is already one step ahead. You haven't quit yet. Are you going to let me throw you out?"

Xiaodijun looked at Gongzizheng coldly. With his own intuition, he knew that Jianwushuang couldn't get out so easily.

Sure enough, when the smile on the son's corrective face had not receded, the extremely dark space behind him stretched out!

A wailing cry wailed in the wind, and a huge amount of mixed black bursted out.

The shape of a hand Qingshenfeng is coming!

Jian Wushuang was indifferent in his eyes, and then faced with the younger son, he threw the Shenfeng in his hand.

Under such an unexpected situation, Gongzizheng didn't even make a sound, and was overwhelmed by Shenfeng who came from the face.

The Shenfeng, which was a thousand feet tall, rose in the face of the storm, and turned into a mountain of a thousand feet tall. With an irresistible power, he sealed his entire body in the roots of the mountain.

The earth collapsed, the Tianhe River was against the current, and the vision was engulfed.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of his illness and killing his life, Jian Wushuang condensed his strength on the soles of his feet, and then stomped on the top of Shenshan Mountain with a shocking and powerful foot.

"Boom!"

Thousands of gods can't stand this foot, and a deep gully has cracked.

Juli went straight to the surface, and the young man who was under the pressure of the root of the mountain corrected, and he was so angry that when he was ready to rush out, he almost kicked the fairy source.

As soon as his eyes were dark, the blood of Yin Hong spewed out of his nose.

Just as Jian Wushuang was ready to take a break, and took off his son's life, there was a loud sound from the morning and evening drums.

"The time has come, please stop here and rush to heaven."

In a black robe, the extremely mysterious Yu Bo appeared in the sky, and some murky eyes looked at each Yanxian who only survived to the end.

A flash of Sen Han flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes, UU reading www. When uukanshu.com was about to release the final thunder blow, it was found that the air seemed to stagnate, which actually restrained Yanli.

He seemed to feel something and turned to look at Yu Bo who appeared in the heaven.

Facing each other, Yu Bo's turbid eyes had a subtle fluctuation, and then he turned his head and waved his sleeves, and then sent the son who was sealed under the Shenfeng back to Heaven.

"Please, rush to heaven immediately."

After saying this last sentence, the whole heaven was completely silent.

The remaining Yanxian glanced at each other, and then all fled here quickly, rushing to heaven.

Slowly spit out a breath, Jian Wushuang finally relaxed.

This half-year-long battle for the peach, so far, ended with the victory of Jian Wushuang Zhenfeng Gongzi, holding Xiantao.

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