Legend of Swordsman - #4828 - Chapter 4828

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At the same time, the ground was collapsing and began to crack.

Jiang Wushuang and the others who are chasing also stopped, looking towards the front.

Among the countless Immortal Tombs, the one in the center is now several times larger than the general Immortal Tomb, as if several peaks are stacked together, revealing unpredictable oppression.

Meng Tapir was planted in front of this Immortal Tomb.

At this moment, along with the collapse of the ground, the Immortal Tomb also began to crack, and apparently it is about to collapse.

“Hurry up!” Zhao Ting was already extremely nervous.

Looking at this unpredictable scene, Jian Wushuang is not willing to be suspected, even if he wants to escape.

“I’m afraid I can’t go away.” Tie Qingsheng said, his eyes looked towards behind him.

Immortal Tomb, which had been silent, cracked, and a fairy bone with no consciousness came out of the tomb, and the unsteady soaring to the void, blocked the path of several of them.

“How is it possible.” Looking at this scene, Jian Wushuang couldn’t believe it.

The masters of these fairy bones have long since died some years ago. They can no longer die. From the perspective of Xianyuan or immortal physique, they have dissipated and do not have the conditions for recovery.

Even if they were guarding the Celestial Court, the emperor of the Six Crows, the fairy bones of the three Daxianxian were also allowed to continue to be guarded by a certain obsession.

But now, these fairy bones that are still in the Immortal Tomb are all recovering, and they are surrounded by layers, and they will never be smaller than thousands.

“Only kill it.” Jian Wushuang said solemnly, an invisible long sword has condensed in his hands.

Diqing is also ready to respond, and a pair of golden eyes are beginning to surge.

Zhao Ting sighed and pulled out a slender straight knife from his waist to prepare for the response.

More and more fairy bones are crawling out of Immortal Tomb. They are unconscious but all come together.

Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated, a sword came out across the head, and the unmatched sword intent burst into the fairy bone.

Sword intent flat push, cleared a large area in an instant.

There is no fairy source at all, and the fairy bones without consciousness can easily cause damage.

“Infinite Quantity!” Di Qing also shouted deeply, and a black urchin appeared from behind him, and then ran into the face of a mountain-like fairy bone.

The Northern Sky trembles, countless Immortal Tombs are damaged, and the fairy bones fall into the ground like rain.

However, this is just the beginning.

The Immortal Tomb, which is located in the center, is the largest, and finally shattered. At the same time, thousands of treasures emerged from the tomb and stirred the sky dome.

A figure as high as several feet, wearing a ragged robe, walked out of Immortal Tomb.

There is a whisk behind his back, and a thin sword with a real sword in his thin, black palm.

His cheeks are rotten, and his ruined and pale skin can reveal the bones inside.

His eyes are shrivelled and equally gray, with no breath at all.

Every sign shows that the old Daoist, who is carrying a dust and holding a treasure sword, has already disappeared.

One-step ancestral power world gate, clearing hundreds of fairy bones in front of him, Jian Wushuang looked dignified towards the figure that emerged from Immortal Tomb.

The Old Daoist figure gives him a dangerous atmosphere, he can naturally detect the Death Qi surging around the Old Daoist, but the more so, the more vigilant.

Once you have an obsession, even if you become a bone, it’s quite terrifying, and this old Daoist who doesn’t know the body disappears for how many years. It is definitely better than the guardian bone in front of the Celestial Court of the Six Crow Emperor. Times.

Di Qing’s eyes were also dignified, because he also sensed a dangerous breath.

The northern chaos that was originally chaotic as the battlefield suddenly died for a moment, and everyone looked towards the front.

The Old Daoist, who is carrying the dust, holds the Baoguang True Sword, steps forward the First Step, and then reaches out to remove the dust behind.

The voice of the old man echoed resoundingly, “I walked out of Yellow Springs, perturbed the banner and summoned the old ministry to wipe out all enemies in front of me!”

He said, waving his hands to whisk the dust, and the whole North Sky was again disturbed.

It seems to have a magic sound, and it sways to every Immortal Tomb.

At this moment, the originally crushed and crushed fairy bone slowly creeped and re-coagulated, and at the same time, thousands of Immortal Tomb Kai cracked and came out of a fairy bone.

Five thousand immortal bones, and five thousand immortal bones that belonged to Yanxian before they were born, even though they were dead, they were still incomparable.

Old Daoist is holding a real sword with a dusty treasure, his shriveled and pale eyes are gradually filled, with a scary scarlet.

“Sword edge refers to my old ministry to suppress!”

He pointed his sword forward, and his sharp edge pointed at Jian Wushuang and the others.

In an instant, the immortal bones, which were originally unconscious, seemed to get some kind of induction, all like floods, from all directions.

Jian Wushuang led the sword and directly used the first style of the star intent of Galaxy Lake.

Sword intent straight forward, with an unparalleled trend of crazy shredded fairy bones, and at the same time, the sword intent mandrel completely exploded, almost clearing an area in an instant.

Diqing is also not weak. It belongs to the strength of Nine Revolutions Dayanxian. It is almost as easy as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood in collision. His strength has reached the apex.

When the two joined forces, all the fairy bones could not step forward, let alone close.

When the old Daoist saw this scene in the distance, the scarlet eyes moved slightly, and he waved again.

With the waving of the dust, countless broken fairy bones began to re-coagulate, they are mixed together, and gradually condense an array of fairy bones that stretch for thousands of miles!

Array is vast and has taken shape, encapsulating Jian Wushuang and the others in it.

Innumerable and unsuccessful creativity, violent and disordered, rises from the fairy bone Array, as if it were a huge white bone palm, constantly pulling them.

Jian Wushuang’s heart is in crisis, he not even think of a sword on the Array under him.

However, there is no unfavorable word intent, but it is like clay ox entering the sea, silently.

The more immortal bones eaten, the more the array of immortal bones grows.

At the same time, the Old Daoist holding the real dust and treasure sword appeared in front of Array, and then he held up the real sword with vigorous power in his hand and suddenly stabbed into Array.

This sword went straight to the Qing Dynasty.

His golden eyes were solemn, and then he resisted.