Legend of Swordsman

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Chun Qiu, who was on the run, only felt like he was hit by a heavy punch, and the whole person flew out directly.

At the same time he flew out, the powerful power of the earth burst completely.

Like the ringing of the eternal clock, the polar day that ca n’t be looked at directly lights up.

Spring and Autumn was horrified, but found that Realm could not escape the horrific shock wave at all.

At this moment, he only felt a strong wind blowing on his back, like a big palm, firmly supporting his figure.

When Chunqiu looked subconsciously behind him, he saw a lavishly dressed, still pale pale emperor, and the purple robe that remained unchanged forever, and I do n’t know when he was standing behind him.

The tremendous tremendous power will carry their three people into it and turn into a barrier to stop the terrifying martyrdom.

“Great companion, guess who loses and win.” Xiao Dijun’s expression did not fluctuate, and he looked slowly in front of him.

Skinny Little Zi robe lifts the head, a pair of unclear eyes looked towards the center of martyrdom, “Chen Qing, has lost.”

In this simple conversation, the martyrdom produced by the martyrdom slowly dissipated, and a huge crater on the other side appeared.

On the two sides of the giant pit, there are two figures.

Jian Wushuang’s complexion was smooth, and it seemed that the only place on the black shirt was covered with dust, and the Tailuo Divine Sword was shaking in his hand.

Chen Qing on the other side, although a bit embarrassed, his eyes are more excited and militant.

His heart is very clear. If it was n’t for the realm that was just released, Jian Wushuang ’s blow was caught with his First Style sword intent, simply impossible.

But what about that? He is going to try out all the Sword Dao of Jian Wushuang by himself today, and try his best to use it for himself.

After all, it’s almost impossible to meet someone like Gu Kang immortal.

Severe breath rose again. If Chen Qing was still in the state of being in front of Tibet when he was in the first sword, then now he is already showing his edge!

At this time, Jian Wushuang spoke the word far away, “Two swords.”

Chen Qing ’s eyes narrowed, and a sword intent far above his entire body floated, while a side like the sun ’s light wheel appeared figuratively behind him!

This time, Chen Qing is still the first to take the sword.

Huanghuang’s general momentum is rising in an instant, and in that light wheel, there is an agitation of ten thousand lightsabers!

The light wheel rotates, and a light sword that hangs around the red golden marks road, like a giant wave, slams his head towards Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang is very speechless, he ca n’t figure it out, although Chen Qing ’s Sword Dao is not very strong, it should be enough to be proud.

However, the word intent he released, though powerful and majestic, was too broad, but he lost his subtlety, causing Jian Wushuang to see his weakness at a glance.

The Sword Dao cultivated by Chen Qing is accommodating and magnificent, but slightly weak overall.

Jian Wushuang leaped forward, carrying an invisible sword, facing the wall composed almost of the sword edge, a sword pierced.

This sword is an absolute sword written by Ding Baiyi, which discards everything and his own sword.

An almost subtle white glow flashes, and the muscular tip of the sword is like a fish swimming lightly on the surface.

1 layer ripples slightly.

This sword is a mixture of ten myriad swords, press forward, a sword that will die!

With the ripples, myriad swords shattered and the glory shattered.

Chen Qing, who is carrying the light wheel, is slightly trembled at the moment when the sword intent is broken.

He seemed to smell a familiar breath, and the memory that was so long gone was quietly rising in the mind.

The little emperor and the thin Little Zi robe around him, at the moment, could not hide the astonished.

So much so that when Jian Wushuang’s unrelenting, awe-inspiring sword cut off Chen Qing’s strands of hair, he came back to his senses.

“You are very strong. I have lost on Sword Dao.” A bitterness floated on Chen Qing’s face. He lost thoroughly on two sword intents in a row.

Jian Wushuang did not put away his long sword, but looked towards Chen Qing with a smile, not caring about his unfair actions.

“Brother Chen, let’s discuss with each other, regardless of winning or losing, only talking about Sword Dao, if I guess well, you should have a sword.”

Chen Qing hearing this, his eyes gleamed slightly, and then dimmed again, “Brother Jian Jian guessed right, but my sword is still just a framework, not at all to make it through.”

“If Sword Dao does not go through any practice, then it is only a framework after all, and cultivation is like this.” Jian Wushuang lightly said, and then his wrist flickered, and the invisible long sword trembled.

Chen Qing’s eyes were fiery, and his militant intentions rose again.

“Then Chen Mou will be ugly!”

The voice fell, and the real sword in his hand quietly shook, the earth shook, and the gully was ravaged, and ten dark blue sword intents like the giant pillars of the sky ripped open the ground like a dragon-like rise.

Chen Qingning stands on the spot, the real sword in his hand points directly at the sky dome, and the ten magnificent giant awns make everything 1 layer dark blue.

Jian Wushuang stood in the void and looked at the front calmly, and then the invisible sword was thrown into the air by him.

next moment, ten dark blue sword intent giant pillars envelop each other with all power, shrouding the heavens and hiding the earth.

At the same time, the invisible sword thrown in the air quietly decomposed into hundreds of thousands of sword intents.

Jian Wushuang put his hands behind his back, and the hundreds of millions of sword intents condensed under him, like a galaxy in the sky.

The little emperor watching from afar, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faintly discernable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After seeing Jian Wushuang’s superior word intent, Chen Qing’s intensely intense eyes have been replaced by bitterness.

This is just the sword intent of the framework. It seems that it will die before it is created.

Jian Wushuang stepped on Tianhe sword intent to visit, his eyes were extremely calm from beginning to end.

Under the imminent collision between the two, everything seemed to stagnate for a moment.

There was no tremendous sound, but only a whisper like a clear spring in the ear.

Chen Qing froze.

The sword intent belonging to Jian Wushuang disappeared, and disappeared at the moment of the collision.

Sword intent exuding magnificent dark blue color, without hindrance, finally burst into the sky.

Everyone is subconsciously reaching out to cover their eyes, and then gazes again to look forward.

Jian Wushuang didn’t know when to appear on the ground, right hand pressed the waist handle of the Tailuo Divine Sword, facing Chen Qing slightly nodded.