Legend of Swordsman - #4789 - Chapter 4789

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The figure fell into the blood sea. Jian Wushuang felt that there were countless, terrifying palms full of negative emotions, constantly pulling him and dragging him into abyss.

This kind of blood sea does not have any buoyancy, and even a feather cannot float on it.

Jian Wushuang is like a million-jin stone statue, falling down.

At the same time, there are countless ugly blood monsters, who follow his whereabouts and nibble past.

The blood monsters in the blood sea are all made up of the unresponsive Soul of the dead cultivator. There is no self-consciousness, only the insatiable intake of Divine Soul.

Jian Wushuang who crashed into the blood sea abyss naturally sensed this situation. In order to avoid the violent fighting caused by Empress’s alertness, he directly opened the stopper of a bowl of Yang bottle.

Suddenly, Baoguang was blooming, and countless blood monsters were directly swallowed by the terrifying suction into the bottle-yang bottle.

After a while, the voice of the three emperors rang out in the bottle of Yang.

“Fuck, these all are what dirty things, what kind of garbage are you bringing in, Xiaoyou?”

Jian Wushuang looked embarrassed and used Divine Consciousness to tell the story to the three emperors.

“so that’s how it is, since this is the case, then we three emperors will be responsible for the aftermath of the little friend.”

“Thank you, Jian will definitely have some thanks in the future.”

“It’s not necessary to thank you again. You will be taken to kill True Martial and Old Guy in Yangna.”

“…”

With the backing of the Three Emperors and Bo Yang Ping, the danger of having to spend a lot of money on hands and feet was solved.

After the blood monster is no longer a problem, Jian Wushuang next controls his body shape, looking for the trace of the empty wheel monk while avoiding those undercurrents.

Just as he concentrated attention completely, a hilly island quietly appeared above his head.

Feeling that heavy oppression, Jian Wushuang subconsciously looked up.

next moment, a short arm like supporting heaven giant pillar, stirs the blood sea, and slams down.

He was startled, almost not even think, and he directly produced the invisible sword and stabbed him head-on.

Every word intent like a slender Willow Leaf, all condensed into the form of a waterfall, swept up, and strangled straight to the shape of the giant Great Island.

Next, a deep wail that sounded like a whale fell through the blood sea.

The whole blood sea abyss is like boiling water, agitated and suddenly silent.

After the sword intent released by Jian Wushuang completely dissipated, the terrible figure like an island was already fragmented.

It is already inactive, and then it floats in the blood sea like that, motionless.

This giant turtle-like fish looks like it is made up of countless boulders and looks very ugly.

At the same time, its fragility was not what Wushuang had thought of.

Only three thousand sword intents beheaded, and the weakness is evident.

Jian Wushuang was about to leave and continued his search, he faintly noticed that there was a thick and long iron chain beside the giant island.

He seemed to feel that he directly ascended to the side of the giant, and then he really saw that a chain that was several times thicker than his waist was tied to the giant. As for At the other end, it extends into the infinite darkness.

“Perhaps this chain is about where the empty wheel monk is.”

Jian Wushuang no longer looks like a headless fly, but follows this chain and walks towards the dark.

The more he walked in front of this extremely dark abyss, he saw hundreds and thousands of abandoned chains of varying sizes floating under the abyss, inexplicable Xuan Gu.

“Isn’t it just here that the monk of the empty wheel is trapped alone?” Jian Wushuang was puzzled in his heart, and his body continued to move forward.

The time to go forward and fall seems to be endless. The blood sea is so deep that he has the illusion of no bottom.

At the same time, the chains under his feet began to become thinner, from the original two people hugging to the thickness, and now to the thickness of the thighs, which may be a symptom.

Under this extremely dark abyss, the situation is very bad. Even with the strength of Jian Wushuang, he can barely see the situation of more than a thousand meters in front of him, which makes him more vigilant.

I don’t know how long it passed. When there was a rays of light that were too weak to be seen if you didn’t look closely, and printed in Jian Wushuang’s eyes, his heart beat involuntarily.

Jian Wushuang hurriedly stared at it, and saw a pile of thin bones, like a skeleton, but a tenacious figure like an old tree, appeared.

He was sitting like that. His limbs, waist, and neck were wrapped by six muddy black chains, and he was enduring the encroachment of countless tiny blood monsters.

Jian Wushuang saw this, and a chill appeared in his eyes, so he had to wave his hands to disperse those blood monsters.

But at this moment, five giant island-like giants seemed to smell his breath and swam from the blood sea in all directions.

The five island giants correspond to five strong chains.

Jian Wushuang no longer cares about others, and directly leads the sword. Under this blood sea abyss, he releases his bright style.

Wushuang Sword Dao, Galaxy Huhai sword intent, Second Style.

River.

The convergence of hundred thousand sword intent is a form that cannot be imagined and cannot be faced directly.

Like Tianhe sweeping, with a vigorous momentum, rush forward.

Unfortunately, when the five island giants could not be swallowed by the blood abyss, they would be strangled into pieces by the horrible sword intent.

At the same time, the chain shattered, turned into a piece of iron scraps, and scattered.

In the midst of meditation, the thin, skeleton-like figure slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are no longer clear, completely replaced by deep black.

And this slim figure is the empty wheel monk who was tempted out of Heart Demon, imprisoned in the blood pool.

“Goodness.” He opened his lips and said the word old.

A question sounded, “Master, can you see me?”

The empty wheel monk slowly shook his head. “My dirty eyes can’t look directly at the wise men, but my ears can feel where the monks are.”

“In the midst of all, all myriad things actually have a fixed number, when and how they appear, it is actually destined, even if you think it is unreasonably contaminated, in fact All have causes.”