Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4745: Jiantian

Jian Wushuang's cheeks were red and swollen due to the dodge, and he was far from the shock of Xiao Emperor's face that had been hammered and swollen.

These fairies seem to have determined that Xiaodijun is the real color embryo, and took care of him with all his strength, but Jianwushuang escaped the disaster.

Wave a hand to pick a cloud and apply it on the face. Then the little emperor continued, "Brother Jian, in fact, the place I want to take you to is a place called Jiantian in this heavenly court."

"I see that the sword in your waist is broken, I think I will find another one, or I will be in the sword sky to melt the sword."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and believed some of what he said.

After all, in terms of Xiaodijun’s previous style of acting, it is not easy to come up and take him peeking at the fairy to take a bath.

"Where is the Jiantian you said?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Probably, it’s a place to put your obsession," said Xiao Dijun. "The people who slept there were all the obsessions of some old brothers who were fighting with my emperor."

Jian Wushuang nodded and stopped talking.

After a few days of rest on the roof of the pavilion, the two drove to Jiantian.

Out of the listening typhoon, at the edge of the heavenly realm, a small world in the chaotic haze is reflected in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

Even with the strength of his immortal realm, he can't explore what is in this chaotic world.

However, judging from the strong and stubborn atmosphere that comes from time to time, any obsession here is probably a terrible existence during his lifetime.

Leaded by the little emperor, after entering the chaotic haze, it is really into the so-called sword heaven.

Landfall in one step, raising dust.

Jian Wushuang looked around, only to see that the eyes were all endless gray sandstone, and the dry trunks of the trees were facing the sky, like a crying figure hiding his face in the same way.

The gray sandstone surface extends to an invisible distance, intersecting the sky dome.

"Keep your heart on guard. The killing atmosphere and obsession are too heavy. If it is eroded, it will be difficult to pull out." Xiao Emperor Shen Sheng reminded.

Jian Wushuang nodded. From the first moment he entered this Jiantian, he felt the whole world, almost completely composed of the meaning of killing and an unspeakable obsession.

He can hardly imagine that this peaceful and peaceful heaven and heaven will have such a place.

It seems to be aware of the intrusion of external forces, and the sword sky and the sky began to fluctuate, and the supreme obsessions shuttled.

Little Emperor waved a golden seal, and then the obsession was all gone.

It's only a few dozen breaths of time to walk through this sword sky, and a black stone giant palace, which is located in the gray sand, appears.

Probably no one has set foot here, the giant hall is almost half buried in the gray sand, and it looks reckless and lonely.

"In this giant palace, it is the place where my emperor's old brothers put their obsession." The little emperor looked at Jianwushuangdao, "Your swordway is unmatched, but then in this temple Guy, it’s unusual, and it will definitely help your kendo."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and couldn’t help but think of the set of swords in his arms. If there is really a stunned sword with round swords, you can print it down and watch it carefully...

Waving and pushing open the door of Shen Shen Feng Qi, a familiar taste of hot iron is introduced into Jian Wushuang's nasal cavity.

For swordsmen, this kind of iron and fire breath is the most intimate breath.

This is the smell of the cast sword.

Sword Wushuang, who was originally calm at heart, could not wait to see the man in the mouth of the little emperor.

The entire hall is vast and huge, and there are no rules in the building.

The whole hall is like a burning furnace tripod, and the whole ground seems to be like magma, emitting a red color.

Jian Wushuang sweeps the entire main hall, except for the seats of 100 seats, only fading murals on the surrounding walls are a bit noticeable.

Since a long time ago, this mural has faded and peeled off most, but Jian Wushuang can still guess that these murals should depict the most tragic war.

The heavens are torn apart, and countless descendants of Yan Xian are dying, resolutely determined.

Jian Wushuang did not delve into the meaning of these murals. He believes that all these heavens have a tragic past, and everything in the past cannot be changed.

This is not the first time Xiao Dijun has come here, and he is very familiar with the sword Wushuang.

Out of the main hall, the air began to change from stuffy to dry.

Even if the diffusive force dissipating outside the body surface is faintly burnt, it can be seen how high the temperature is.

"This guy is unspoken and silent, but when it comes to casting swords, he says that no one dares to talk about the first."

As he moved forward, the little emperor said, "In addition, he is the only disciple under the seat of an old friend of my emperor, and the sword is unfathomable."

"Speaking of my emperor's old friend, it is the only one I have seen, the sword immortal with swordsmanship reaching its peak and perfection."

Jian Wushuang listened quietly. About Jian Xian, and the whole situation of Dayan Huan, for the moment, he has not come into contact.

And the only one he has encountered so far is only the sword fairy Ding Baiyi who has an amazing face in the divine universe.

Wan Jian is overshadowed by just an absolute sword.

But Jian Wushuang then suddenly thought of it. Before going to the heavenly court, there was a mysterious man who did not appear from the beginning to the end of the interception, but he tore it with his own sword. Hundreds of millions of heaven, beheaded dozens of Yanxian.

Will the mysterious man be a sword fairy?

There is no answer. Some people or things may always be a shock.

"In order to let this guy concentrate on casting the sword, I have concealed all the swords from the entire sword day for him."

"The last time I met, or during the last heavenly feast, I don't know if this guy has made any progress now."

Walking forward, I don’t know how long it took. When the ground beneath my feet disappeared, the whole hall reached its end.

But the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang's eyes.

I saw behind the giant palace that there was a chasm of chasm!

And in this chasm, there is purple magma flowing from the center of the earth, roaring in it.

Countless handles of real swords hang high above the sky, and each of the real swords slowly drops silver-white drops from the tip of the sword.

Jian Wushuang's true look is even more incredible.

Every drop of silver-white water drops is actually a sword meaning!

Solid, figurative sword meaning!

What kind of technique is this, can actually refine the sword in the real sword.