Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4944: Break a way out

Although they only have a few faces in a hurry, they can always meet in unimaginable places, as if they were destined to never leave.

The long wind blew her long hair, and even the black and gold pleated skirt was blowing, like black and gold flowers in full bloom, making her impossible to see.

On top of this boneless land, she is the only one with a touch of color.

Withered and cold, yet beautiful.

She is Zheng Ying.

The long hair was blown away by the long wind, and then she took out a golden hairpin from her waist and coiled the scattered long hair behind her.

A pair of heroic eyes with a unique charm, as if full of autumn water, fixedly looking at Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang's gaze didn't even evade that consciously, but for some reason, he couldn't avoid it, so he could only look at her.

She is truly stunning, but she carries an indescribable danger.

After the two looked at each other for a while, Zheng Ying walked towards him slowly.

Jian Wushuang wanted to retreat, but found that the movement was a little unnatural.

"Go ahead, why are you here?"

She had a very unfriendly tone and questioned him.

Listening to this familiar tone, Jian Wushuang began to be a little confused, "You, are you really Zheng Ying? It's not my illusion?"

"Answer my question first." Zheng Ying's tone is beyond doubt, her stunning cheeks faintly angry.

Jian Wushuang was helpless, and finally compromised, "Well, I came here mainly because I wanted to find Diqing, and he was banished here."

Then, he told Zheng Ying about everything that happened before.

After hearing all this, Zheng Ying's sword brows frowned slightly, "Stupid, just for his own sake, just venture here alone? Do you know where this is? Don't you be afraid of dying here?"

Jian Wushuang immediately said, "I have 90% confidence that I can find the truth and leave here with him, but if I do not happen to fall here, then I can only recognize it."

"Stupid, then do you know that I am the catastrophe you are facing now?" Zheng Ying said coldly as he looked at him, and then suddenly drew a sharp soft sword from the jade belt around his waist.

The tip of the sword hit his throat.

Jian Wushuang didn't do anything, and he didn't even release Yanli. He could feel that Zheng Ying had no intention to kill, and he didn't even release Yanli.

"Are you the real Zheng Ying or the fake Zheng Ying?" He was completely puzzled and began to fall into doubt.

Zheng Ying retracted the soft sword in his hand and said coldly, "Of course I am fake."

"..."

Jian Wushuang didn't expect her to answer so simply.

Withdrawing the soft sword, Zheng Ying continued to coldly said, "Remember every word I said, here, you don’t believe in any immortal, just make a **** road, don’t believe anyone who tells you anything. ."

After hearing the words, he pondered for a moment, and then asked uncertainly, "Then what you said, should I believe it?"

Zheng Ying was silent, and finally said, "Don't let me smoke you..."

After speaking these last words, she just turned and left.

"Remember every word I say, it can support you to live here."

Zheng Ying's figure finally dissipated before Jian Wushuang's eyes, as if nothing had ever appeared.

But Jian Wushuang knew that she had indeed been here.

"Strange, why does she know where I am every time?"

Jian Wushuang touched his chin with some confusion.

At this point, he has determined that it is indeed Zheng Ying himself, although every time she appears on the stage, she is a little bit weird.

Retracted, Jian Wushuang thought about what Zheng Ying had conveyed in his heart, and then decided to set off.

This land of white bones under the sea of ​​blood has been extending to an endless place. He guessed that if he wanted to leave here, he could only keep moving forward.

"If this is the case, then break a **** path."

Jian Wushuang's gaze became sharp at this moment, and the entire fairy body was like a real sword hidden from the front.

It seemed that as his mind turned, the dead bone earth began to shake.

As if boiling, the broken bones began to recover.

"The breath of the supreme fairy..."

A dilapidated fairy bone lifted up the sword, it seemed to be attracted by the aura exuding from Jian Wushuang's body.

Two groups of extinguished black light surged in the eye sockets.

"Hungry!"

It suddenly held up the broken real sword in its hand, and rushed over like crazy.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly.

The next moment, an invisible sword condenses in his hand.

Faced with the army of bones that gradually gathered in front of him, he released the most powerful blow.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the first style.

Star.

An unremarkable straight cut fell, like dropping a stone in the lake.

"Boom!"

The endless trend completely burst at this moment.

Millions of sword intents rise from the sky, and each path is the peak sword intent!

Along with the surge of millions of sword intent, thousands of awn pillars also exploded.

The bones of the earth quaked, as if they were torn apart.

The army of bones that is running wildly, under this sword, is directly shattered into powder!

One hundred thousand bones, one million sword intent!

The mountains and the sea will fall, and the heavens will tremble under this sword!

Countless bones are broken into powder, returning to the earth again.

A figure, stepping on countless bones, with a million sword intent, moving forward firmly.

At the same time, in the giant palace of Tianlu, the young man standing in front of the sea of ​​blood and Bian Zi far, after seeing this shocking scene, the corner of his eyes jumped fiercely.

Especially Jian Wushuang carried a million sword intent and easily strangled the army of bones, which was a scene of refreshing cognition.

After a long while, the young man took a deep breath and said, "What is the origin of this guy? How could it be Yanxian?"

Bian Ziyuan shook his head, "I don't know much about him. I'm afraid I don't know his origin without Yanxian, he is very mysterious."

"For him, this assessment will probably be completed soon."

The young man shook his head and said, "Finish? I am afraid it is impossible to complete. Under this blood sea, there is still an existence comparable to an emperor."

"Do you want him to get that person's inheritance?" Bian Ziyuan's eyes were a little serious.

"This is not what I think, he can get it, no one knows what that person means. My only hope now is that he can come out alive."

The young man said, "Perhaps when he walks out, it is the time we know when we can leave here."

……

"Crack!"

The sound of the last sword cut fell, and there was no more fairy bone to stand before Jian Wufang.

These fairy bones, which have been lost for so many years, are already fragile to the extreme, and they are not climate at all.

If the ordinary Dayan Immortal enters this place, he may hate it, but Jian Wushuang is different. These immortal bones will not even cause any effective damage to him.