Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5012: ?Di Zhi

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This sword is so powerful that every ray of sword intent can easily cut away the chaotic atmosphere, and then blooms wantonly.

The unmatched and pure power broke out completely.

Hei Yun's eyes suddenly widened, even though he was the quasi emperor, but facing this sword, only the great terror of life and death came to his mind!

He easily felt that if he didn't retreat, this sword would inevitably cause him severe damage, or even death!

But in the face of Zhun Emperor's luck, how could he let it go?

"Uh!"

The black cloud roared, and the next moment he tried to drag the chain and Yu Yao away with him.

But Yu Yao suddenly grasped the chaotic chains in his body, smiled strangely, and dragged him under the sword curtain with all his strength!

Hundreds of millions of sword intents are intertwined with each other, with the meaning of crisp sword singing, completely descending.

At this moment, in the eternal extinguishment of nothingness, there is only sword intent.

Everything is falling apart.

Yu Yao tightly clamped down on the black clouds and exposed them together under the sword curtain, without the slightest intention of resisting.

Only the black cloud's roar continued, and it was quickly swallowed.

When Jiang Liyan returned, Diqing and Fuyao closed their eyes tightly, resigned to fate.

Kendo is eternal.

This awe-inspiring sword intent that covered the eternal silence and nothingness lasted for a long time.

When the sword intent dissipated, Jiang Liyan returned, Di Qing opened his eyes at the same time, and then was speechless in shock.

In front of them, Jian Wushuang's figure reappeared.

With his bare chest, his whole body was surrounded by the rising dark blue unknown aura, which was completely different from the emperor's aura that had flowed around him before, but it was even deeper.

They swallowed their throats together.

"I'm late, please wait a while."

Jian Wushuang urged, then slowly turned around.

As he turned around, the ink green breath flowing around him rose and flowed.

The sword curtain dissipated, and the black cloud covered his chest, vomiting divine blood and the broken emperor's luck.

At that moment, Yuyao, who was desperate for death, suffered even more damage, and the entire fairy body was almost completely shattered, the blood of the gods had been drained, and only the emperor's luck was supporting her.

Seeing that the person who came was Jian Wushuang, Yu Yao couldn't believe it, and there was a sense of relief that was difficult to understand.

The black cloud is panic, panic utterly.

He had never thought that the nightmare would come back again, and it would come in an unimaginable state.

Heiyun trembled, and he could feel that Jian Wushuang this time was still terrifying.

The dark blue flowing cloud aura blocked everything, and Jian Wushuang set off like a godless king.

This scene made the black cloud tremble from the heart, and the past seemed to come again.

Endless years ago, the Zhen Wu Yang, who had wiped out his body and spirit with just a slap, appeared like this at the beginning, with indifferent eyes and supreme luck, easily destroying a heaven.

Right now, Jian Wushuang gave him the same feeling.

"No, no, everything has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything, just look for her if you want, everything is her!"

Heiyun spoke in horror, disregarding any face.

Seeing the black cloud that was about to kneel to the ground almost in horror, Yu Yao was a little surprised, knowing that it was easy for Emperor Zhun to raise his hand to kill the Nineth Rank Dayan Immortal. Why would he be afraid of a little Yanxian?

What's more, this little Xiaoyanxian had once died in her hands.

Although Jian Wushuang's death and resurrection shocked Yu Yao, it didn't mean she would be afraid.

So she was puzzled by Heiyun's abnormal performance.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his voice was indifferent, "You know what you have done, today you two, one counts one, no one wants to leave alive."

Heiyun's figure trembled, as if his fate had been frozen.

His gaze shifted from Heiyun, and he looked at Yu Yao.

With his eyes facing each other, Jian Wushuang's eyes were only left with a cold and awe-inspiring killing intent.

Yuyao felt terrified inexplicably, and at the same time she realized that the aura radiating from him could not be owned by Yanxian!

"Hey, don't be stunned, if you don't want to die today, join forces as soon as possible!" Heiyun trembling in a low voice.

Yuyao ignored him at all, even thought it was ridiculous.

A little Yanxian could actually scare a quasi emperor into this?

"Quickly, will you join forces?!" Hei Yun roared anxiously.

"Get away!" Yu Yao looked at him and shouted angrily, and a real Hongmeng sword suddenly condensed in his hand.

Her desire for death has changed, and only endless killing thoughts remain.

He was yelled at by the anger, instead of being angry, Heiyun was surprised to the point that it could not be added. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

Once they fight, they can leave by this!

Thinking of this, the black cloud has quietly retreated.

Once again facing Yu Yao, who had become a Zhun Emperor, Jian Wushuang still had no fear, only contempt.

Yu Yao couldn't help but feel shame and endless killing intent.

Jian Wushuang also quietly condensed an invisible sword at this moment.

This time, the invisible sword is no longer invisible, but the whole body presents the meaning of black green, deep and awkward.

The black invisible sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yu Yao, and he said quietly, "Today, I only have one purpose, which is to kill you here."

She only felt absurd, that a Yanxian who died in her own hands not long ago would actually say such a crazy talk.

"Although I don't know how you survived, but if you appear in front of me today, you will inevitably fall into my hands again."

Yu Yao said coldly, the endless Hongmeng killing intent completely broke out.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, his red-golden eyes quietly turned into dark blue at this moment.

A deep and powerful breath completely burst from his body.

This is an unprecedented, treacherous and deep breath, which is very different from the previous, but it is magnificent and surging.

Hei Yun was already nervous and couldn't speak, he could feel Jian Wushuang's changes, so he was extremely frightened.

This time, the breath is more gloomy and tyrannical, full of a cold and deliberately determined.

Heiyun has an instinct. If he doesn't run away when they fight against each other, I am afraid that there will be no chance to escape.

Thinking of this, he was already planning a way out.

Yu Yao was also furious to the extreme, facing Jian Wushuang, holding the Hongmeng True Sword, she slashed forward without hesitation!

‘It’s now, run! ’

Heiyun didn't hesitate. The moment they met, their figure completely dissipated, and they fled frantically.

Facing the venting of this endless magnum and purple meaning, Jian Wushuang smiled contemptuously, then held the hilt in both hands, and cut out a sword lightly.

The dark cyan long sword cut a dark cyan sword across the void of silence, and it immediately rose by billions of dollars against the storm!

At this moment, under this Mo Qing Sword, even the nihilism was cut open.

Hongmeng Ziyi confronted the Billionaire Mo Qingjian.

Like the brocade torn, the Tianhe River dried up, and the endless purple meaning was cut away without any suspense.