Right now, even the self-preservation ability is gone, even in the face of some top repairs, there is no chance of winning.

Therefore, he hates the feeling that destiny is in the hands of others. If Jian Wushuang is defeated, they will all be buried together without exception.

The purpose of Qing Qing's heartless platform is also a little nervous.

You can only use Yicheng force, which is indeed a little trouble for Jian Wushuang, but with a sword in her side, it is more than enough to deal with Cui Jing.

Cui Jing had Yan Li You Long condensed between his arms, and then his fists suddenly pushed forward.

A total of four dark-yellow dragons ran to the dragon, rising tens of feet in response to the storm. The fangs in the dragon's mouth were bushy.

Seeing this situation, Chen Qing and others who seemed to be holding the victory were also a bit nervous. After all, Jian Wushuang suffered the most damage and did not recover at all.

The four startled dragons with their thick blood, as if walking out of the sea of ​​blood, marching forward.

The sword Wushuang moved, and he suddenly retreated half a step, protruding the real sword in his hand, and whispered from the tip of the sword.

At the same time, layers of water rippled, violently escaping from the tip of the sword, blocking all the rushing blood.

But this kind of sword intention could not stop Cui Jing's offensive.

Several dark yellow galloping dragons shredded the ripples directly, all opening the dragon mouth with strange teeth, facing the sword Wushuang pocket bite.

But while Jian Wushuang retreated earlier, his figure did not stay. Instead, he lifted his sword and ran away without any awareness of confrontation.

Looking at this scene, everyone was frowning and looking strange.

Although it is understandable to avoid its edge, it is too unsightly to turn around and run...

Upon seeing this, Cui Jing was even more excited. He used to be cautious and solemn, and began to disdain.

It seems that this soft persimmon is really right.

A total of four dark-yellow Benlongs failed to swallow the sword Wushuang and crashed on the ground.

Cui Jing stepped forward, his right hand condensed from Yanli into an eight-foot stick, rounded and smashed forward.

Sword Wushuang, with his sword running, walked directly around the temple pillar.

"Hidden heads and tails of the rat generation, you are about to fight against your grandfather Cui!" Cui Jingbao smiled with a stick and smashed the temple pillar into the pit.

Jian Wushuang didn't care about him, it seemed that he had no idea of ​​playing against him.

Both are in this ancient silence hall, you chase me up.

Chen Qing and others all squeezed a lot of sweat, and Di Qing was even more nervous. He didn't want to die after reincarnation.

It was the hatred of the young guard who looked at Jian Wushuang's face, and seemed to wish him to be sacked on the spot.

"Damn guy, I just hate that I can't destroy you by myself now!" The young guard whispered, "When I recover, it's your death!"

Sitting back on the throne again, Sha Niangniang gazed calmly at the battle like a farce, without a word.

In her right palm, I don't know when to hold a scepter wrapped in light blood.

At the very top of this scepter, it was a sensational skull.

The skull was shining and infiltrated with blood all the time, as if it might be bleeding at any time, and it was alive.

The cause and effect of such a woman with a massacre is quite terrible, even if it is ordinary Yanxian, she will never want to contact her.

Moreover, the top repair under her seat is also extremely depraved, killing innocent creatures, has already been impregnated with uncausable cause and effect and mass murder.

The so-called massacre is a mysterious cause and effect that nobody can detect, and it is almost impossible to eliminate it.

When carrying a large murder, it means that there is a crack in the heart, which is fatal to Yan Xian and untouchable.

And these were all noticed by Jian Wushuang the first time he set foot in this sand cave.

So he is restraining himself, trying his best not to be contaminated by these causes and effects.

Cui Jing chased behind him, eager to win.

Jian Wushuang turned around from time to time to fight one or two, and then continued to swim, little by little provoke Cui Jing's anger.

"Rat, I caught you and will drown you in the sea of ​​blood." He was angry, although his strength was adjusted to the peak, but it was like hitting cotton, and he could not start.

Jian Wushuang didn't smell the noise at all. When Cui Jing ran with his eight-foot stick, he suddenly raised his sword and probed, leaving a long mark directly on the clothing in front of his chest.

Although Cui Jing was already prepared, he was too late to dodge and was almost injured by the real sword.

He was shocked by the cold sweat, and then became more angry, releasing Yanli and slamming towards the sword.

The whole ancient lonely palace shivered, and a huge pillar was shattered by Cui Jing.

Jian Wushuang's figure flickered, and finally he shot extremely obscurely.

The sword in his hand was clear, his sword burst forth and strangled away.

In fact, the most fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang has never shot is to be careful not to get caught with that inexplicable cause and effect.

Although the killing of Cui Jing was much less than that of the rest of the sand cave, it was still full-bodied.

Once contaminated by the massacre, unless there is supreme supernatural power to resolve, otherwise it can only go on again and again.

When Jian Wushuang is in the weakest position at this time, if one step is wrong, it will be difficult to reverse.

Right now, avoiding is inevitable, he shot directly.

Three Thousand Swords swept across and carried the trend towards Cui Jing.

Seeing this, Cui Jing smiled disdainfully, reached out and turned into a force enchantment to resist, and at the same time cast a steady cast on Jian Wushuang.

He stood on the spot, with a black robe rising from the wind, his face calm.

Soon, the rushing Cui Jing had no reason to panic.

He was faintly aware that something was wrong.

It seems that to confirm the idea in his heart, the three thousand swordsmanship swept away in a flash, seemingly unbearable, but it easily broke Cui Jing's Yanli enchantment, and then cut it off!

He was horrified, and he protected his head without thinking.

Dust swept through the hall, and the top repairers who stood on both sides were horrified.

This kind of sword intention, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is so pure that it is not doped with any force, but with an impeccable trend, they feel that no one can resist this sword.

Sword intention galloped, completely wrapped Cui Jing's figure.

At this moment, in the eyes of Jianqing looking at Jian Wushuang, there is a more meaningful meaning.

Sha Niangniang sat on the throne and raised her eyebrows at him.

Thousands of swordsmanship, come quickly, and go quickly, everything is just instantaneous.

When the sword was completely dissipated, a ragged figure appeared.

This is only three thousand swordsmanship, and Cui Jing's underpants are completely removed.

He was unscathed, but his clothes were barely shredded.

This is an unbearable shame, and it is impossible for him, the leader of the Sand Devil Cave, to endure it.

In this sand cave, face is far greater than life, not to mention his self-confessed leader.