Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4756: Seven Musketeers

It can represent the black mountain spar and is inseparable from this thing. The Yanxian in the entire realm of the Wuyang seat, and even the Dingxiu, know that there is only one person-the young emperor.

At this moment, in this northern Celestial State, there are several paving places selling Heishan spar, which seems to be carrying out some kind of subconscious momentum.

Jian Wushuang has consciously noticed the undercurrent of the calm lake.

"This time, I'm afraid our whereabouts will be more secret. Let's stay close to Gongzi Mo first." Jian Wushuang whispered.

Chunqiu glanced at the young monk who was packing away, "Is there something happening?"

He shook his head, and then said, "The current situation is unknown, follow him first to find out."

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded. At this time, the young monk had already packed it up, but instead of leaving, he carried his hands and toured with great interest in this heavenly city.

The three of Jian Wushuang also kept a certain distance, and explored his whereabouts.

The young monk, carrying a floral bag on his shoulders, dressed in a decent but decent gown, is like a long journey, coming to Xianzhou to experience the pilgrimage.

Jian Wushuang was 100 meters behind the young monk, watching his every move with consciousness.

However, this situation did not last long. Soon with hundreds of cranes suddenly coming suddenly, flying across the sky from the top of the head, disturbing Jian Wushuang's gaze.

After the immortal crane soared away, there was still a half shadow of the young monk in front.

Heart said badly, Jian Wushuang looked behind him, Chen Qing and Chun Qiu grasped each other's heart, and each of them walked towards different directions.

The disappearance of this young monk’s body means that the clues are interrupted. In this sensitive season, Jian Wushuang will never allow a half spread.

The three bodies are traced in different directions.

The soaring repairs are gradually sparse, and the spring and autumn rush forward along a street.

At the same time, the pavilions on the sides of the road began to blur.

The anxious spring and autumn, completely unaware of the changes that have taken place around him, when he suddenly burst into a crisis, it was too late.

A wide floral pattern suddenly slammed into the neck of Spring and Autumn from behind, and then an overwhelming trend came.

Unexpectedly, he was severely hit by this. His eyes were black, and he almost passed out, even if he wanted to move his finger.

And the figure who held the floral broadbuller around the neck of Spring and Autumn is the young monk who disappeared before.

At this moment, he only has a sharp killer in his eyes, an unprecedented huge force of coercion, which can never be controlled by the ancestral top repair.

One hand controls Spring and Autumn, the other carries the general palm and points like a knife, without hesitation to his origin.

However, at this time, the change is steep!

"Chi"--

The sound of gold and iron clashes was resounding, and the enchantment laid by the young monks shattered, and a little cold light came.

The young monk was aware of this scene, and the palm that was originally intended for the origin of the spring and autumn changed suddenly, and the momentum of the force was directly blasted forward.

The two collided, sending out an emptying shock that canceled each other out.

A middle-aged figure with a vicissitudes face appeared later, holding an invisible sword and staring at him sharply.

Four eyes meet, the murderous murder that broke out in the eyes of the young monk quickly disappeared, and then suddenly threw Spring and Autumn past, taking advantage of this empty space to escape directly.

Jian Wushuang reached out to catch Spring and Autumn, gazing forward, and did not catch up.

"Cough, brother Jian, you saved my life..." Chunqiu clutched her neck, her bluish-purple complexion gradually recovering.

Just before the brief confrontation, Jian Wushuang judged that the opponent's strength was absolutely impossible. It could never be the ancestral realm seen before.

If the young monk is determined to fight, I am afraid that he will also be hit hard.

At this time, Chen Qing also rushed to see this scene and quickly asked, "How did you catch that guy?"

Jian Wushuang shook his head, "I'm afraid we will have some changes this time."

"Can they be the eagles under the son's ink seat?" Chen Qing frowned.

"If the eagle is under the son's ink seat, it's okay, he's not afraid, he's not." Jian Wushuang said slowly.

Chen Qing reminded, "Brother Sword, let’s get out of here first, it’s really bad if we hit the son of Mozi."

Jian Wushuang nodded. At the moment, they are already on the top of a fairy mountain far away from the sky city.

The young monk seems to have a certain kind of magical power. When the scenes in the eyes of Spring and Autumn were blurred, he was actually lured out of Tiancheng.

If it is not Jian Wushuang who feels that his breath is moving away, help him in time, and Chunqiu will never survive.

The three bodies then left without leaving any traces.

Through Jian Wushuang's decision, he approached Gongzi Mo for a while, and the three of them lived in a heavenly city in the northern Celestial State.

"Brother Sword, otherwise during this time, we will first find out where in the Xianzhou Gongzi Mo is, and then he will not be insufficiently prepared to directly pound his old nest."

In an Xianfu pavilion, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting against the window, was listening quietly to Chen Qing’s irritability.

At the end, he said lightly, "Let’s wait a while, let’s not go to the town to kill Gongzi Mo, if we have a choice, try not to fight."

"Although that is said, I'm afraid I won't have a choice when I enter the palace of Gongzi Mo." Chen Qing sighed.

Chunqiu covered her neck and said, "No matter what, you must be careful. I also feel that we are not quite flat this time."

When the three were talking, the ground was quietly rolled up with a dust of dust, and then the seven bodies were dressed in clothes and wearing Doujia, and stepped into the pavilion of Xianfu in turn.

Jian Wushuang's gaze also locked these visitors for a moment.

Looking through Dou Li, he saw that the seven old customers were dressed in middle-aged form, and his eyes were indifferently dull, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

After entering the Xianfu Pavilion, the seven old guests didn't stay much, but walked to the top floor to rest.

"Don't say that these undressed hats are dressed in style, and they have a sense of independence in the past." Chen Qing looked at the back of the old customers and analyzed.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, his eyes have been attracted.

He saw that the old customers in the clothes, under the clothes, all had a kind of secret sharpness to the extreme.

The unique sharp aura, only Jian Wushuang can perceive.

"Both good swordsmen, interesting..."

An old guest headed by seemed to feel all secret and cast a glance in his direction very secretly.

Four eyes are opposite, only for a moment, then the old customer withdraws his gaze, and then all seven figures disappear into the compartment.