The silver sword rainbow reappeared in the world, like the water in the sky, and like the divine thunder at dawn, carrying endless power, and slashed towards the prisoner dragon!
"Look, the Blood Sword relied on this sword to kill the descendant of the Dark Demon!"
"Who in the world can block such a sword?"
"The grace of this sword is really like that of the sword god Lingshi."
Countless people were amazed.
There was also a sword cultivator with burning eyes, his face full of yearning, and he sighed: "I, the sword cultivator, should be like this."
However, only Jian Wushuang himself knew that his entire body of divine power was now exhausted, and his divine body was riddled with holes. If this sword slashing stars had 50% of its usual power, it would be a blessing.
"I'm afraid there will be trouble today." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Bang!!!
Zhan Xing and the Mori Blue Light Ball collided fiercely!
There was a shocking explosion, and then, the silver sword rainbow began to collapse and break, and finally disappeared completely!
And the blue light ball, after its light dimmed slightly, hit Jian Wushuang again!
puff!
There was a muffled sound, and before Jian Wushuang could react, the chest of Jian Wushuang's divine body was directly penetrated by the forest blue light ball, leaving a huge hole!
Jian Wushuang's face instantly turned extremely pale, and he almost fell from the air.
His divine body suffered unprecedented damage!
The whole place fell into dead silence in an instant.
Everyone stared at this scene blankly, forgetting to speak for a moment.
One second, Jian Wushuang, who was carrying the power of one against four and killing the four invincible masters, was defeated by this weirdo who appeared out of nowhere in the next second!
Immediately, they reacted with a start and glared at the prisoner dragon.
"Despicable! Take advantage of the bloody sword when it is at its weakest!"
"Killing people while they are sick, haha, what a good trick."
"Shameless!"
Voices of indignation and ridicule came one after another. Qiu Long shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then spread his hands, glanced sideways at Jian Wushuang, and said contemptuously:
"Weak, weak, bloody sword, you are too weak."
After saying that, Qiulong laughed wildly, then shook his head and said to himself: "I really don't know what that guy Bingye thinks. Is such a trash worthy of me taking action?"
Jian Wushuang had no expression on his face when he heard this, but his eyebrows became colder.
He could feel that the divine power in his body was no longer even enough to repair the scars on his divine body.
"Stop talking? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so boring."
Qiulong spread his hands, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Jian Wushuang.
"So fast!"
Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank, and he raised his arm with difficulty, trying to chop Wu Qi's divine sword to resist.
However, Prisoner Dragon had already kicked out hard, like a giant nine-section whip, and kicked Jian Wushuang fiercely on the waist.
"Trash, you should have a trash attitude."
Bang!
This kick hit Jian Wushuang, and directly threw Jian Wushuang from the top of Jiuzhong Cloud, smashing into a mountain rock, creating a huge human-shaped pit!
"What? It's like an ant that can be easily crushed to death." Qiulong curled his lips, then slowly descended and flew towards Jian Wushuang.
Deep in the rocks.
Jian Wushuang lay on the ground, breathing heavily like a drowned person.
Pain! Severe pain!
Every bone, every inch of skin, and every muscle in his body felt like it was about to break, and he was feeling excruciating pain.
Qi Long's kick not only destroyed all the divine power and body that he had finally recovered, but also put him in a precarious situation.
"I can still fight..."
Jian Wushuang clenched his teeth. Although his whole body was in severe pain as if it was about to fall apart, the coldness and perseverance in his eyes did not diminish by half. He held the hilt of the Wu Wei Shenjian beside him with trembling hands, leaning the tip of the sword on the ground.
He stood up shakily, supporting his body.
And the prisoner dragon's deep and sinister voice sounded outside the rock again.
"Oh, by the way, Blood Sword, I also prepared a gift for you. I think you will like it very much."
call out!
A blue-grey arm suddenly shot out from the rock, then grabbed Jian Wushuang's neck, pulled back hard, and immediately pulled Jian Wushuang out.
Prisoner Long pinched Jian Wushuang's neck with his five fingers, lifted Jian Wushuang up, and said with a smile: "Xue Jian, when I was passing through the tenth city, there was a little guy who said he was one of yours, and said that if I dare to come find him
You will die ugly, guess who that person will be?"
When Jian Wushuang heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, Qiu Long flipped his right hand and lifted a black sandalwood box from his palm.
The black sandalwood box slowly opened, and a head with a pale face and wide eyes suddenly appeared in front of Jian Wushuang!
"Hao Jin?"
"Lord Blood Sword?"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Lord Haojin glanced at Jian Wushuang up and down, then turned his head, looked at Qiulong with a fixed look, and shouted angrily: "You monster, what did you do to Lord Blood Sword?"
"What did you do? Are you questioning me?" Qiulong chuckled and continued: "Watch and see how Lord Blood Sword, who you regard as invincible in your heart, begs for mercy in front of me."
Bang!
A violent divine power suddenly surged in Qiulong's hands, and then, Jian Wushuang's legs exploded.
He licked the corners of his bloodthirsty mouth and said with a smile: "Blood Sword, your game is over. I will crush your body from the feet to the head, inch by inch! Hahaha,
Desperate, beg for mercy, scream!"
Jian Wushuang just said nothing and looked at him with a cold expression. His divine body began to explode and then dissipated. Even so, Jian Wushuang's expression did not change at all!
"Lord Blood Sword!"
When Lord Haojin saw this, he immediately roared heart-breakingly, his eyes about to burst,
"Blood Sword!"
The commander of Shanshan Mountain in the distance changed his expression wildly, and he was about to sprint over in an instant.
However, before he could take two steps.
In a flash, Commander Hanfeng was seen standing in front of Commander Shanshan. He stretched out his hand to stop him and scolded him with a cold face: "Shashan, understand your own strength. If you rush forward now, not only will you help
If you don’t use the Blood Sword, you will only end up ruining your life!”
Commander Shan Shan clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Hanfeng, Xuejian is from the same camp after all. How can we just ignore him like this?"
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Hanfeng's expression softened a little when he heard this, and he sighed softly: "The weak eat the strong, and strength is respected. This is the way the world is, and we can't stop it."
Upon hearing this, Commander Shanshan gasped heavily, and finally roared, turning around, unable to bear to watch Jian Wushuang being killed by the prisoner dragon.