Legend of Swordsman - #4723 - Chapter 4723

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Jian Wushuang took another look at all around before finally getting in.

Since leaving the past mud tires in the Divine Force universe, he has grown from an ancestor to become a fairy.

With the strength of his Yanxian Realm, during the years that he entered Dayanhuan, he did not encounter life or death for the time being.

Even the giant sea sky chapter and the whirling old Ancestor did not give him a real fear of life and death.

Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that it is possible to truly step out of the Dividing Line of First Step if you leave the realm of Yanxian.

After sitting in Dingwu for a while, he seemed to realize something again, and reached out and walked out of the Symbolless Heavenly Book from his arms.

Turning on the first fifteen pages of the book full of small prints, Jian Wushuang’s gaze stayed on page sixteen, but there was nothing but blank.

“Should n’t I just talk about swords with Chen Qing? Why is there nothing in this book?”

With a somewhat skeptical attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer the fighting memory in Divine Consciousness out of a ray.

The ray of concrete Divine Consciousness quickly sank into the pages of the book.

Jian Wushuang was not disappointed. The Divine Consciousness Yun Yan started to write directly, and each and everyone’s regular small headfaces appeared on the blank pages.

And this time the writing speed is extremely fast, almost ten ten breaths time, and I have all finished writing.

The number of pages has also changed from the original number of pages to a thin page.

“No way, Chen Qing’s Sword Dao, there can be so few places to write?” Jian Wushuang some can’t believe it, quickly read it again, after confirming that there is really only one page, some didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

But then, a more mysterious scene appeared, that Chen Qing Sword Dao, which was originally only one page, disappeared line by line!

It’s like having a pair of big hands in the midst, erasing.

“No, No way, what is this operation?” Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, “Wouldn’t this sword set look down on Chen Qing’s Sword Dao, so it was erased again?”

There is no answer, Jian Wushuang can only watch Chen Qing’s Sword Dao, completely disappeared.

“It’s a really weird collection of swords.” He looked at the lone book in his hand, and at the same time thought that if he meets a guy like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn’t he just print it and steal the teacher?

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. This sword set is simply heaven defying Supreme Treasure. The Senior who created this sword set is probably an interesting guy.

Jian Wushuang took the seat after putting the Jianji in his personal collection.

For five years, for him, it was not even as long as he had been fishing in Yunxiao Palace.

He strives to adjust Yanli and Realm to the peak state in these five years, in order to deal with everything that happens next.

Bo Yang bottle was also opened, and the three emperors returned to the bottle and fell asleep just after wandering around in a small orphan day.

Everything was spent in a gentle manner. Jian Wushuang did not know what was waiting for him next, so he was forced to accept it.

Under the seemingly calm water surface, the undercurrent surging.

Five years, but flashed away.

When Jian Wushuang re-emerges the shimmering stream of Yan Li, the barrier of Xiao Gu Tian is opened.

The little emperor who has lost his extravagant clothes and put on a kimono symbolizing the emperor.

On this dark golden color dress, the needle is threaded and each stroke depicts mountains, rivers and lakes, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.

And on its collar, two thin-eared small animals symmetrically entwined with dark gold thread.

This kimono made the little emperor less enchanted by men and women, and more heroes and prestige, but the pale paleness on his face could not be covered.

Behind him, stood nearly a thousand figures.

“Little Emperor, I’m going to invite Brother Jian to come.” Chen Qinggong shouted, and then suddenly stopped when he set off.

“You guys are waiting here, I can just go.” After leaving this sentence, Xiaodijun went to the depths of Xiaogutian alone.

Chen Qing’s eyes showed envy, “Brother Brother Jian is really awesome. I haven’t seen one person with this treatment for so many years.

The skinny Little Zi robe raised his eyes slightly, looked at Xiaodijun ’s distant figure, and then lowered his eyelids.

Jian Wushuang eyes slowly opened while sitting, seeing a figure coming.

“Brother Jian, Young Master Yan came to visit.” Xiao Dijun smiled and stopped on the square.

Spitting out a sigh of breath, Jian Wushuang got up and nodded, as if he had seen it.

Jian Wushuang looked up and down, and the little emperor said with interest, “How is it recovering?”

“Not bad, when will you leave?”

“All ready, just waiting for you.”

Jian Wushuang nodded, Chunqiu also stepped out of the palace and stood behind him.

When he was about to leave, Xiaodijun suddenly stopped him, and then reached out and beckoned, he put a set of clothing on Jian Wushuang.

“Put it on, the group of embroidered ladies in Dasiyu tailored it, it’s not bad.”

Jian Wushuang was quite helpless and had a hard time attacking, so he quickly rushed into the palace and replaced his clothes.

Jian Wushuang appeared in a long dress with a silver-silk embroidered long sleeves after a while.

Although he is very handsome in his clothes, he also made his sword so uncomfortable, far less comfortable than the black-knight knight-errant.

Little Emperor’s eyes showed satisfaction, and then turned to open the way.

“Brother Jian, I don’t see it. You are not much worse than an emperor.” Jian Wushuang looked up and down in spring and autumn, her eyes flashed with envy.

“Don’t talk nonsense, this dress is not very suitable for me.” Jian Wushuang said with a bitter smile, quietly loosened the belt, so he stepped forward.

Chunqiu scratched his head. “It’s really a bit like my emperor’s figure. It’s really strange.”

He would never have thought that this young man beside him, who was silent and quiet but seemed to have an inexhaustible story, was once an Eternal God.

A total of more than a thousand ancestor-level top repairers, 20 Yanxian, standing in the void, at this moment, showing Jian Wushuang the real fangs he has been hiding.

Beyond the realm of the Six Heavens, in the emptiness of Dasiyu, the little emperor ’s rare calm gaze slowly swept over the figure standing in front of him.

And at this moment, in the sky of the entire Oasis, stepping sounds of hiss.

A venerable monster that Jian Wushuang has never seen stepped on the moving clouds and came by the wind.