Legend of Swordsman - #4779 - Chapter 4779

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Cui Jing is extremely angry, and yells at Jian Wushuang again.

At this time, he no longer dodges and engages with swords.

Jian Wushuang, who has already controlled the sword intent to the highest point, is confident that as long as Cui Jing is not dedicated to death, he will not be hurt.

The more fighting, the more Cui Jing is shocked. Although he is eager to win, he is not a reckless person. How can he not realize that Jian Wushuang who is fighting with him does not use the force at all, relying on a real sword in his hand There are back and forth.

What kind of strength is it to achieve this step?

The real sword stabs back, pushing Cui Jing back step by step. At the same time, Jian Wushuang suddenly commits to change the handle of the sword, and suddenly pulls the blade of the real sword in his hand.

There was a pain in the belly, and then Cui Jing flew out of the whole body and fell heavily on the ground.

Surprisingly, under the transparent material ground, Nether Soul was freed from the blood sea, all of them screamed and attached to the transparent stone slab, seemingly waiting for food.

Jian Wushuang brows slightly wrinkle, slightly back half step.

Cui Jing covered his chest and sat up from the ground, looking towards his expression, which was extremely complicated.

He understands that the situation that seemed to be resisted by the Chambers is an illusion, and Jian Wushuang did not even use his full strength from beginning to end.

He just lost, both unfathomable mystery and seemingly doomed.

The silence in the hall, at this moment, the mutation came quietly.

With Jian Wushuang as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks directly spread over half of the great hall.

Then, it collapsed.

The collapse rate was so fast that no one responded. Jian Wushuang took Chen Qing and the others together, and all fell into the blood sea with the gravel.

Countless ugly Nether Soul cheered, like a carnival feast, 1 layer lying on them, dragged into the depths of the blood sea.

Cui Jing subconsciously looked back at the collapsed ground in front of him.

Sam Empress didn’t know when he had come behind him, holding a skull scepter and calmly watching the blood sea churning under the pothole.

“Big, big sister, are they all right?” Cui Jing swallowed his throat.

She didn’t speak. After a while, she turned around slowly, “2.5 minutes of time, then dragged them up and placed them in the walled city.”

Cui Jing is nodded. Although she doesn’t know what she intends to do, she takes orders to do it.

2.5 minutes of time, say long is not long, but short is also a period of time.

Cui Jingning watched the movements in the blood sea in preparation for pulling Jian Wushuang and the others in an emergency.

At this moment, the borderless blood sea is tumbling, and the extreme blood energy is transformed into a strip of Nether Soul, like a predatory fish, which will suppress Jian Wushuang and the others who fell into the blood sea.

The causality and the killing that he tried to avoid were all swarming in the end.

Jian Wushuang, who was full of extreme scarlet in sight, had no choice but to do nothing about it, and could only helplessly float in the blood sea.

If the strength is not compromised, these resentment filth can’t erode them alone.

But right now, even Qing Qing is helpless, he is really Samsara, and his strength is not even as good as Spring and Autumn.

Evil Thought is a giant monster, which stretches out his palm from the depths of the blood sea and drags their little by little into the seabed.

Blood sea also gradually boiled from the initial tumbling, and gradually calmed down.

After 2.5 minutes of time, Cui Jing jumped alone on the blood sea, looking at the scene like a ruin in front of him, and he waved his hand.

By the time, blood sea was separated by a sky.

The ugly monster transformed by countless Evil Thought and the evil Nether Soul emerged from the sky.

Jian Wushuang and the others, who had tens of zhang or so palms spread out slowly and comatose, appeared in Cui Jing’s eyes.

“What the hell are these guys, although all of them look very weak, how come there is a breathtaking imposing manner?” Cui Jing brows tightly knit, the confrontation with Jian Wushuang not long ago, obviously gave He was very impressed.

“Did they not belong to this continent cultivator? Or, like those bald, are they foreigners?”

Cui Jing waved his hands to ingest Jian Wushuang and the others in the palm of Evil Thought monsters. After careful exploration, he didn’t find any useful news before carrying them away.

The whole piece of borderless blood sea has returned to its miserable state.

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Blood red, enough to erode the heart, spreads over and infects everything.

This kind of negative influence is full of Evil Thought, despair, stillness, resentment, even if Yanxian is inadvertently infested, it will be infected with the cause and effect of unfathomable mystery, and the murder.

Jian Wushuang suddenly sat up from the ground, sweating and gurgling at the temples.

Looking into the eyes, the blood sea is not there, only a quiet blue stone pavement.

“Just now, were you still in that blood sea? Why now… is it an illusion?”

After exploring the integration of the body’s strength and the outside world, Jian Wushuang only determined that this is not an illusion.

He stood up slowly, standing on this blue stone pavement, which only had two people running side by side, and looked all around.

The hazy sky dome shows a smoke azure that hazes after rain.

On both sides of this green stone pavement, all are the deep waters where the lotus bud has just been extracted.

Looking from a distance, the hazy distance and the deep water are connected, and there is an indescribable lingering and illusory meaning.

While Jian Wushuang is standing in the middle of this green stone pavement, both in front and behind, are unknown who do not know where to go.

Everything here is silent to the extreme, as if it were a painting, full of unrealism.

But his face was still calm, and after thinking about it for a moment, he took a step forward and walked slowly.

An unknown long wind blew up, blowing the densely spread lotus leaves on both sides of the deep water.

At this time, the lotus is not yet open, and the huge lotus bud is almost sinking on the water.

Jian Wushuang walked slowly during this time, and there was something weird in his heart.

He dare to be sure that this scene at the moment is the most weird place he has come to since his cultivation.

This kind of weirdness is not facing the horror of life and death, or the powerlessness of an irresistible enemy, nor the unknown fear.

It’s a kind of strange discomfort caused by unconsciously, some kind of subtle difference from cognition.