Every sword intent he released was enough to easily kill any fairy bone.

Millions of sword intent originate from swordsmanship and go round and round, endlessly.

Even after killing all the immortal bones in front of him, he didn't expend too much effort.

This is a road to the bones of immortality, and I don't know how many immortals fell here to cast it.

Although the army of 100,000 immortal bones had been revived, Jian Wushuang knew that this was just the beginning.

This **** river and bones road hidden under the imperial city seems to have not been opened for countless years, full of an unspeakable ancient prohibition.

Jian Wushuang was alone, stepping on the broken fairy bones under his feet, and marching towards the deepest part of the white bone road.

Everything has just begun.

In order to prevent the occurrence of unexpected situations, he directly let the sword intent flow around his body, and once a danger approaches, he can directly react.

On the road to the bones, apart from the bones whose fairy rhyme was lost, there were only treasures and true swords that were broken everywhere.

They have been broken for countless years, and have long fallen asleep with their owners.

The most well-preserved of these treasures are some real swords.

They thrust into the ground obliquely, although the sword's edge is not sharp, but there is still a powerful force surging, as if waiting for a battle.

The more he moved forward, the more Jian Wushuang felt a little unusual.

The sense of ancient prohibition became stronger again.

At the same time, the bones under the feet were very different from before, turning into grayish white.

It was another hundred feet of distance, Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene.

In the middle of the road in front of the bones, a pile of bones made up of countless bones blocked the way forward.

The gray-white broken fairy bones had already lost the slightest rhyme, but they gave Jian Wushuang an unprecedented pressure.

He has an intuition that there is something dangerous in this pile of bones.

If he follows his character, he will certainly not move forward, but the current situation has forced him to move forward.

Stepping into the realm of bone piles, a violent storm erupted in an instant.

In the next moment, the pile of bones as high as ten thousand feet shattered suddenly, and a dark arm that looked like a real dragon came out of it, and slammed heavily towards the location of Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was taken aback. Although all these changes came too fast, he still expected it. With his arms crossed and supported, he actually received the blow of the sky.

"boom!"

He snorted, and the fairy body flew upside down a hundred meters away in an instant!

The bones of the earth were plowed by his legs two deep gully, and his body shape was stopped.

Forcibly holding back the qi and blood tumbling in the fairy body, Jian Wushuang looked forward with solemn eyes.

The pile of bones as high as ten thousand feet has fallen down like a mountain, and the two black arms that look like real dragons pushed away the countless bones, gradually revealing the true face.

Seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang was a little moved.

Under the pile of white bones, there was a dark figure that was as high as ten thousand feet, like a low mountain!

This pitch-black figure sits cross-legged in the middle of the White Bone Road, the whole body is extremely dark, the chest is open, the belly is big and the face is round.

Especially the belly is so big that it occupies almost two-thirds of the size of the whole body, living like a fat Maitreya.

The Zen clothes on his body had been ruined to the extreme, and his fat face was peculiarly shiny.

Two red lights burst out from his squinted eyes, and only greed was left in his eyes looking at Jian Wushuang.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Jian Wushuang's somewhat uncomfortable scene appeared.

A series of waterfall-like saliva dripped from the mouth of the big belly Buddha, almost converging into a river.

Then he opened his palms, grabbed the fairy bones scattered on both sides, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed.

The weird creak resounded on the road to the bones.

Jian Wushuang frowned, already quietly condensing an invisible sword.

"Hey, the smell of a real fairy, I haven't smelled it for a long time..."

The big belly Buddha let out a weird laugh, and his saliva almost turned into a river.

"Let me take a small bite, just a small bite, I won't eat you all, okay?"

"..."

Jian Wushuang didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and the invisible sword in his hand pointed straight forward.

"If you can't kill me, just let me take a sip and I will let you go, okay?" Datu Buddha said greedily.

"Die."

He whispered, in order to make a quick battle, he directly used the ancestral technique.

The reason why Jian Wushuang has not abandoned the ancestral technique now is because these two types of ancestral techniques have grown up and have not been online.

Today's two styles of ancestral techniques are enough to match the immortal style.

The ancestors, the power world Tianmen, and the heavenly gates were all released at this moment.

Two magnificent heavenly gates straddled the head of the big belly Buddha, and then a giant finger and a giant palm, carrying endless power, slammed into his head fiercely.

The next moment, wailing resounded.

The brilliance of the two ancestors directly enveloped him.

The power is endless, exploding on this boneless road.

The wailing of the Big Belly Buddha resounded across the wild.

When the surviving prestige of the ancestral arts dissipated, the big and round head of the big belly Buddha had collapsed.

An unknown dark liquid came out of his broken head.

"I want you to die!"

He was furious to the extreme, and strong suction suddenly burst out of his huge mouth.

Jian Wushuang, who was standing hundreds of feet away, felt the suction and hurriedly swung his sword to cut away the terrible suction.

Seeing that he did not draw him over, the Big Belly Buddha stretched out his arm of several thousand feet and smashed it.

Every time he waved his arm, it was enough to shatter the space.

The bones continued to collapse, the huge arm smashed down, Jian Wushuang quickly avoided.

This powerful blow was enough to make ordinary Yanxian hate on the spot.

Holding the invisible sword, Jian Wushuang jumped a thousand feet in one step, and boarded one of the arms of the big belly Buddha.

"Jie Jie, come to my mouth!"

Big-bellied Buddha opened his huge mouth and swallowed away facing him.

Jian Wushuang turned around and glanced at the giant mouth, UU read www.uukanshu.com and then the real sword in his hand suddenly pierced into his arm.

"Break it for me!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice. At this moment, the Million Sword Intent rushed into the arms of the Big-bellied Buddha along the blade.

The sword intent was like mountains and seas, bursting out loudly.

In the next moment, the huge arm of thousands of feet exploded directly from the middle, and the infinite sword intent came out.

With just a sword, the arm of the big belly Buddha was broken!

The arm fell like a god, and hit the road of the bones heavily, stirring up smoke and dust.

Falling to the ground again, Jian Wushuang raised his sword and looked at the wailing Big-bellied Buddha, thinking about how to quickly kill him.

Through this short fight, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that he was most likely Rank Six Dayan Immortal, and it was probably not a simple matter to kill him completely.

"Miscellaneous, I want you to die, I want you to die without a place to be buried!"