Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows, "It sounds like you are very experienced."

"Naturally, this is not the first time I did this," said the thin figure. "However, you don't seem to panic at all. It's somewhat unexpected."

"Panic is of no avail, it's better to think about how to leave next." Jian Wushuang looked around and said in a deep voice.

"I advise you not to think about it, even if you are Yanxian, there is no possibility of escaping from here." The thin figure whispered, as if he had tried all the methods he could think of.

Jian Wushuang no longer spoke, but looked at the dark abyss below him.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Chunqiu, what's your name?" Picked a very remote corner, and leaned down easily.

"Sword Wushuang." He said concisely.

The thin figure named Chunqiu raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The muddy black vines, who seemed unwilling to spur the wrath of two fishes for the net, stopped twitching, and the whole abyss fell into a strange silence.

A touch of gold rushed from the corner of Jian Wushuang's eyes, and at the same time, the four seasons of Tai Luo Kendo quietly covered the entire abyss.

"Jian Mushuang, have you heard anything?" Chunqiu raised his head, vigilantly.

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows were slightly twisted, and the next moment he screamed, "Run!"

However, everything was too late, the surrounding stone walls burst at the same time, and countless giant python-like black vines swarmed out and squeezed towards the two.

Because Jian Wushuang had already released the field vigilance, he leaped into the air while the vines squeezed, barely avoiding it.

When Chunqiu responded, it was too late to be dragged directly into the abyss by the vines.

"Sword Wushuang--"

"This guy!" Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth, turned directly and suddenly rushed into the depths of the abyss.

The Yan Li Huamang appeared in his eyes, allowing him to penetrate the darkness easily.

The further down, the more vine-like vines accumulate, the denser they are, and almost no space at the bottom of their feet.

The body shape of Chunqiu didn't know where.

Waved his hand to call out the invisible sword, and the immense breath of the unparalleled swordsman rushed and raged.

Perhaps it was because of the crisis that dozens of vines were heading upstream.

Jian Wushuang lifted the sword and broke it.

The immense strength makes every style of Wushuang Kendo easily reach the top. Although he is bound, his arrogant sword is easily torn apart.

At this time, Chunqiu's extremely thin figure also appeared in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Waving his sword to cut off the vines that bound him, Jian Wushuang's nose and mouth gushed with blood.

"Are you all right?" He asked breathlessly for the rest of his life.

Jian Wushuang did not answer, directly grabbed his collar, ready to leave here.

At the next moment, countless vines ganged on top of their heads, blocking the way.

"Damn, does this thing have long eyes!" Chun Qiu sighed in a low voice, and a breath of breath also emerged from his body.

Ancestor level!

Jian Wushuang looked sideways at this, but then looked at the abyss.

Never like passive sword Wushuang, directly release the first form of Xinghehuhaijianyi, Xing.

The vast expanse of strength condensed the supreme sword, swept across the abyss in a vertical and horizontal manner, as if poured into boiling oil in the water, a complete shock erupted.

Yanli sublimated the entire Wushuang Kendo to another level. Even at the ancestor level, Jian Wushuang also confidently struck the town.

Under the supremacy of the sword, the vines shattered over a large area, and human-like wailing resounded beneath the abyss.

The spring and autumn on the side swallowed the throat incredulously.

These are living in the depths of the Black Mountain, with vines and earth-breaking vines. It is difficult to deal with it even if Yanxian arrives here.

But at the moment, it was completely destroyed by this guy who had entered the mountain for the first time, which was really terrifying.

"Since he has such strength, how could he be caught here?" A series of question marks exploded in Chunqiu's mind, but there was no answer.

Almost at the same time that Jianyi dissipated, Jian Wushuang was shocked and went directly into the depths of the abyss.

Chunqiu stunned, and then followed his teeth.

The invisible sword in the hand cut off the vines, and a pair of eyes swelled with the shrewd **** pattern seemed to see the real behind-the-scenes gaze, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of gold and iron fighting, and at the same time a dark figure stared at Jian Wushuang in a very dark place, and he wanted to leave.

"Want to go?" Jian Wushuang snorted, and a small Quan Tianmen appeared, and he ran directly to the dark figure.

Despite the transformation from divine power to diffractive power, the purest divine pattern has not changed.

The palm of the colorful Huamang came down, reflecting the dark body without hiding place.

Only then did the two see what the dark body looked like.

The long and ugly face of the skin of a ten-year-old tree may be due to long-term survival in a very dark place, and the eyes are severely degraded, as the size of green beans.

And those python-like vines are the black hair.

In the eyes of Chunqiu, there was a disgust in his eyes. "Sure enough, he likes blood-sucking, and no one looks worthy of the audience."

There was no suspense suppressing him in the palm of his grandeur, but Jian Wushuang was not easy either, and another ray of blood poured out of his mouth.

Forced to use the force of force, the chain of iron chains between the necks exuded the imprisonment deepened.

Spring and Autumn became more nervous, "I, I said Jian Wushuang, are you really okay? It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, I think we might as well leave quickly."

Jian Wushuang did not speak, staring down at him.

The dark figure was revealed only after the divine light emanating from the Tianmen Gate of the Power Realm completely dissipated.

Although his robe was mostly broken, he didn't hurt his origin at all.

Perhaps it was tempting to find out that Jian Wushuang could do no harm to him. Two green bean-sized eyes dripped, and his whole figure rose in response to the storm, turned into his true nature, and swallowed them in two.

Beyond the ancestor level, the power of Yan Xian belongs to the deep sea, roaring and swallowing.

The face of spring and autumn is like earth ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The three souls and seven souls are almost scared out.

Only the sword Wushuang Yiran was not afraid, the invisible sword appeared in his hand, and there was no fancy sword stabbed out.

This mediocre sword, but it can be turned upside down and shaken, is a sword independent of Wushuang Kendo.

It is the most popular sword of sword fairy Ding Baiyi.

After a sword, it is a hundred thousand sword.

Hundreds of thousands of swords and awns together broke through the extremely dark, and poured on the dark body of Yanxian.

The pride in the eyes of the two mung beans was not even revealed, but was replaced by panic.

How can a sword of repression that belongs to the mysterious realm be used by him? !

But this sword is indeed completely used, just like Ding Baiyi's help.

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