Legend of Swordsman - #4745 - Chapter 4745

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The dark red sky has begun to show the raging winds.

There are very few Yanxian who can stand here.

The young Master who was slightly inferior arrived and dragged Young Master Yu out at the last minute.

At this moment, only less than ten figures are still standing.

The Young Master has a gloomy face, and his white dress has broken pieces. His long black hair is broken and the belt is dancing with the wind.

It is the divine emperor who is standing on the opposite side of his mouth and dives to the extreme.

His palm holding the soft sword was shaking, but he still looked at the Young Master with disdain and sarcasm in his eyes.

“Finally say it, give me immortal peach, and then get out.” Young Master’s voice became colder, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The little emperor with a bright red color on his cheek, coughed out a ray of divine blood, and then faintly said, “How many days have you immortal peach on this Emperor, should it be six days?”

It ’s been six days since the Young Master corrected the complex turned cold, and the immortal peach disappeared. During these six days, he had several opportunities to kill the little emperor, but he did n’t get Assassin because of some concerns.

This also causes time to pass quickly.

Once immortal peach stays in the hands of a certain Yanxian for seven days, the battle for the peach is declared over.

And this is the last day.

“Are you really not planning to hand it to me?” The Young Master corrected to the First Step, and the terrifying rally swept up.

Xiao Dijun’s thin body seems to fall at any time.

But there is no fear in his eyes at all, and the meaning of sarcasm is more obvious, “Fool, do n’t you really think immortal peach is in my hand?”

When the Young Master fixed his gaze and was about to speak, a stone infused with dynamism hit his head without warning.

“Fool, look here.”

A clear voice rang, and looking around, a black-shirt knight-errant figure left immortal peach with his left hand, looking at him with a smile smile.

Young Master corrects eyes shrank, he clearly remembers his blow, he has already beheaded.

“Why didn’t you die?”

“If I am dead, how should I take revenge by hand?” Putting immortal peach into his arms, Jian Wushuang calmly said.

next moment, he suddenly set off, carrying the endless momentum, and ran into the Young Master without fear.

Looking at the re-entered body, Xiaodijun uttered a deep breath and relaxed completely.

The most magnificent Heaven Sect came down to the extreme. The incomparable surging power almost completely suppressed the Young Master at the moment of collision.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang draws Tailuo Divine Sword, momentum is big, power is deep.

A sword can be used as myriad swords, returning to the peak of Jian Wushuang, the sword style is wide open, full of domineering sense, and for a time it is the oppressive Young Master who is difficult to fight back.

The Young Master is very stubborn, and he also understands why the Young Master was difficult to beat before.

This Yanxian is extraordinary!

A Galaxy lake seaword intent burst out, and a horrible word intent swept up, leaving the young Master who was too unprepared to correct and suffered a huge loss!

Jian Wushuang kicked back, thousand zhang, out of the battle circle.

The white dress of the tooth was completely broken, and the skin cut by thousands of sword intent oozed out the red blood divine blood.

The Young Master’s anger was extremely extreme. The seemingly horrible word intent was on the spot, only torn his clothes, not even a serious injury. This was an insult to him.

He couldn’t stand it. Between the palms of his hands, a picture of ten thousand li of pale red was spread out.

At the same time, a silky misty Chaos breath emerged behind the Young Master’s corrections, among which unimaginable formidable power surged.

Jian Wushuang also put away contempt, he can feel this kind of move, has detached from the existing realm.

“Damn things, since you are back to die, then I will fulfill you!” The Young Master couldn’t resist the irritable rage, and he stretched out his palms and snapped together.

The silky misty Chaos behind him vacated.

Jian Wushuang wanted to avoid it, but found that the pale red scroll that spread to his feet somehow seemed like some kind of restriction, and he was firmly trapped in place.

Two extinct fairy-style encirclement to Jian Wushuang, he simply cannot survive!

Young Master Gyona Yingwu ’s face even had a sneer on his face.

The silky misty Chaos breath, no accident swallowed the whole Jian Wushuang.

The little emperor who was watching from afar was shocked, and he really learned about the terrifying correct by Young Master.

If you do n’t have a fairy-style body, you can never escape from his hands!

Jian Wushuang, even if it is too great, I am afraid that he cannot escape.

“This guy is absolutely easy to die like this.” The little emperor shook his head and looked closely towards the distance.

There, it seems that the unknown giant Chaos breath is eating away.

There was a flash of pleasure on Young Master ’s face, looking at someone who dared to rebel against him, and died in front of him. There was nothing more pleasant than this.

Looking at the squirming Chaos breath, thinking that the time is running out, he is ready to recall with a wave of his hand.

However, in the next moment, an abrupt mountain peak suddenly bursts out of the Chaos breath.

At the same time, a vertical waterfall falls from the sky dome and falls completely.

Another big day emerged out of thin air, shining brightly.

These strange weathers dispelled the Chaos breath in a moment.

You know, it is the most difficult fairy style.

Young Master opened his eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

When Chaos breath completely dissipated, the thin and firm figure appeared again!

Jian Wushuang at the moment, his eyes reflect the boundless stars.

At his brow, a galaxy composed of Seven Stars is slowly moving.

Face the Young Master, he a finger pointed.

The giant water surging roared by Yan Li swept away directly.

At the same time, long winds, mountains, rivers, big suns, etc., one after another natural scene, appear one after another.

The unimaginable landscape appeared on the stage at the moment, and all of them hit the Young Master.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes gradually cleared, and he slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

The magnificent galaxy that was constructed in his mind before is now embodied by him.

A so-called mountain river means a mountain river.

What the heart thinks is self-made.

Jiang Wushuang thought all these wonders.