Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4773: Playing around

At present, the essence of Qing, even the ability to protect itself, is gone. Even in the face of some top repairs, there is no chance of winning.

So, 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.

Yi Qing's heartless platform is also a bit nervous.

You can only use Yicheng Forces reluctantly. This is indeed a bit troublesome for Jian Wushuang, but with a sword in her side, it is more than enough to deal with Cui Jing.

Cui Jing has Yan Li You Long condensing between his arms, and then his fists suddenly push forward.

A total of four dark yellow blazing dragons rushed to the dragon, rising several tens of feet in response to the storm, with fangs in the dragon's mouth, if they were bitten, they would definitely be hit hard.

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 heavy blood, as if walking out of the sea of ​​blood, marching forward.

Sword Wushuang moved. He suddenly withdrew 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 from the tip of the sword, violently blocking the blood from the rush.

But this kind of swordsmanship can't stop Cui Jing's offensive.

Several dark yellow dragons shredded the ripples directly, and all opened the dragon mouth with strange teeth, biting at the sword Wushuang pocket.

But Jian Wushuang did not stay at the same time as the previous retreat, but raised his sword and turned to run, without any awareness of confrontation.

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

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

Cui Jing was even more excited when he saw this. 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 Jian Wushuang, and the impact struck the ground.

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

Sword Wushuang, who is carrying a sword, runs around the temple pillar directly.

"The rats who hide their heads and show their tails, will fight against your grandfather Cui!" Cui Jingbao smiled with a stick.

Jian Wushuang doesn't care about him, it seems that he has no idea of ​​playing against him.

The two are in this ancient palace, you chase me up.

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

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

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

Sitting on the throne again, Sanda Niang looked at the battle like a farce calmly without a word.

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

At the very top of this scepter, awesomely a skull.

The skull is shining, soaked with blood gas all the time, as if it may be bleeding at any time, and it is alive.

A woman with a massacre on her body has a very terrible cause and effect, even if it is ordinary Yanxian, she will never want to contact her.

And the top repair under her seat is also very depraved, killing innocent creatures, has already been impregnated with cause and effect and mass killing that cannot be erased.

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

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

And these, Jian Wushuang noticed 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, very eager.

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 will catch you and 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 is well-prepared, he has no time to dodge and is almost injured by the real sword.

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

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

Jian Wushuang's figure flickered, and finally he shot him very vaguely.

The sword in his hand is clear, and his sword bursts out, strangling away.

Actually, the most fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang has never shot is to guard against the inexplicable cause and effect.

Cui Jing’s mass murder, although it is much less than the rest of this sand demon cave, is still rich.

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

When Jian Wushuang is at the weakest point at this time, if he makes a wrong step, it will be difficult to reverse.

He is unavoidable right now, he shoots directly.

Three Thousand Swords is sweeping and carrying the trend towards Cui Jing.

Cui Jing saw this and smiled disdainfully. When he reached out, he transformed into a force enchantment to resist, and at the same time, he cast a steady pressure on Jian Wushuang.

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

Soon, Cui Jing rushed by for a moment of uneasiness.

He vaguely noticed that something is wrong.

It seems that to confirm the idea in his mind, the three thousand swordsmanship swept away in a blink of an eye, seemingly vulnerable, but easily shattered Cui Jing's Yanli enchantment, and then cut it off!

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

The hall was covered with dust, and the top repairers standing on both sides were all appalled.

This kind of sword intention is so pure that it is not mixed with any force, but with an impeccable trend, they feel that no one can resist this sword.

Sword intent, completely wrapping Cui Jing's figure.

At this moment, Yi Qing looked at Jian Wushuang's eyes with a bit more meaningful.

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

Three thousand swordsmanship, come quickly, and go quickly, everything is just instant.

When the sword intention 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 clothing was torn barely.

This is an unbearable great shame, which is impossible for him, the Lord of Sand Devils.

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