Legend of Swordsman - #4782 - Chapter 4782

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The monk of solemn appearance tried his best to suppress the mouthful of cursing and swearing, his eyes glared like bronze bells, and he wished to strip the fellows of Sand Devil’s Cave.

“Don’t make a fuss.” The empty wheel monk brows slightly wrinkle, and for a time the army was silent.

At this time, there was a mixed voice from the head of Shamo Cave.

“Hey… Those bald donkeys with hidden heads and tails, why are you coming to trouble with your grandfather again? Do you want your grandfather to loosen your bones?”

The monk of solemn appearance hearing this, said suddenly, “impudent, Senior Brother, I will go back as soon as I go, and teach the unrestrained beast!”

The empty-wheel monk said again, “Be clear, don’t be reckless.”

At this time, the old man with the back sword of divine poise and sagelike features stepped forward and said, “Fairy Master, let me go with Jian Qing Fairy Master. The destruction of Nasha Demon Cave is also for hundreds of millions of souls. , Create well-being.”

The empty wheel monk is hearing this, but not at all.

There is another net noodle monk who came forward to give a courteous speech, “Senior Brother, the rules for them no longer have any meaning. Since we came here last time, the blood energy here is nearly ten times richer, obviously , They slaughtered countless lives again.”

“If we do not impose any punishment, I fear that this side of the heavens will be caught in blood robbery.”

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“What the old bald donkeys are talking about, why don’t you still do it!” On the city wall of Sand Devil Cave, there was an ugly, vicious, viciously repaired impatient.

Cui Jing glared at him, and then said solemnly, “All are silent for Lao Tzu, be prepared for it!”

“This time, if anyone chops off the head of a bald donkey and appreciates the blood pool!”

As soon as this remark came out, I was restless again when I was on the city wall. All the top repairs were pupil light, and there were already some impatients.

“What’s the situation, it seems that they are really going to fight.” Several figures quietly squeezed into the city wall.

Chen Qing touched his forehead, his eyes widened towards the distant army.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, looking through the haze of pale red, looking towards the monks standing in front of the army.

myriad things have two sides, life to death, air to surplus.

The resentment of the creatures in this sand devil cave is already so thick that it can’t be resolved, so there must be an opposite.

Will these monks represent the extreme on the other side?

Perhaps this is an opportunity to unravel their inexplicable cause and effect.

In the eyes of Jian Wushuang, the rays of light passed away, he was waiting, moving.

In the sand devil cave city, the evil cover-ups flying over the sky and flying up, seemed to be about to suppress the riots, rushed out of the city, and shattered all the assembled troops.

Cui Jing was already impatient, and the eight-foot stick in his hand kept hitting the ground.

At this moment, the monks standing in front of the black pressure army suddenly came out of the air.

“Cui Jingshan, please listen to the old man’s instructions.”

The monk of solemn appearance discerns the discomfort in his heart, and speaks against his heart.

Cui Jing, who is far away from the city wall, is hearing this and grinning.

“Good mother, brothers, all rush up to me and tear them up!”

Obtained orders, and a bloodthirsty excitement of mountain cry out and sea howl rushed to the sky.

“Isn’t it, playing so hastily?!” Jian Wushuang some of them couldn’t believe it.

Cui Jing is a crazy dog…

The top repair of the black pressure to cover the sky and the sun, as if breaking through the shackles, is like a bloody wolf rushing out of the sand demon cave city.

Like the rewinding of the muddy black river, several monks who came to do useless precepts saw their faces, all of them were one face, and then folded their hands together to make a static state.

Wan Qianbao’s light is coming, dispersing the eroded blood energy.

And the monk Jianqing, almost indignant blood, the dignified and kind-hearted mother, almost instantly ignited his hot temperament.

“Good evil creature, this poor monk will surely want you to destroy both body and soul today!” Jian Qing’s foot stepped straight up, and the white tunic on his body was hunted by the strong wind.

“Junior Brothers help me!”

A total of four Huamangs emerged from the palms of the four monks behind Jian Qing, and they merged into a rainbow bridge, which led away.

Jian Qingbao is very strict, with his palms folded together, facing the dark and murky black river, remembering secret art!

“Myriad Forms Promise, no prestige!”

On a huge rainbow bridge, between the tremors of Heaven and Earth, a white dragon with four corners emerged.

Under that White Dragon, Jian Qing showed a fierce appearance, and secret art blasted forward in his hand.

Heaven and Earth are both trembling, Hehe White Dragon has a huge mouth, carrying Heaven and Earth, and facing thousands of top repairs.

The two collided, bursting into an incomparable giant.

In this brief moment, the earth is torn, the sand is silent, and it falls into the earth.

The muddy black river was forcibly cracked by that precious white dragon.

Countless ferocious Dingxiu fell from the sky dome, but it was already seriously injured.

Similarly, the treasure of the White Dragon is also broken. The monk who looks at the iron is clear and fearless. He holds a black iron scepter and rushes into the sand devil camp for a while, destroying it.

The army of eighty Seven Sects sects can’t hold back at this moment.

The old man with divine poise and sagelike features suddenly pulled out a real sword and pointed directly at the sky dome, “Destroying the sand demon cave and opening up a cultivation avenue for my future generations!”

Yu Yin stirred the sky, in this brief moment, eighty-seven sect, more than 16,000 repairs, against the sand cave, bloody battle!

The black and white clash, the fierce fighting broke out.

The long wind wailed, Ding Xiu died constantly, and then fell.

They are all in this vast world, the most shocking and stunning geniuses in the Big Sect on each side, with the brightest avenues of cultivation.

However, in the battle with Sand Devil’s Cave, he was continuously destroyed.

In this area of ​​Sand Devil Caves, the assembled top practitioners have been more or less affected by their strength.

The casualties appeared at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Countless Heaven’s Chosen died, and the broken divine corpse fell to the ground like rain.

On the city wall at the moment, Jian Wushuang’s face is a little dignified.

This kind of melee broke out, and the Buddhist monk who had been blocked was at the forefront, and he was fighting with the top repairers of Sand Devil’s Cave.

Under their leadership, the side of the assembled Sect showed a flat push, although little by little pushed towards the city wall.