The white-shirted man who fell to the ground, the breath of life gradually drained away, his eyes were quite hollow, and drips of red blood flowed out of his heavy sword wounds and splashed on the ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Wushuang turned his head, looked at the corpse of the white-shirted man, and sighed, "Alas! The cruelty of the warrior world, swords and swords face each other, either I am killed or I die." 〞

Floating away from the battlefield for miles, Wu Wu stopped, found a secret tree next to the Heaven, hid here, sat on his knees, and immediately adjusted, because the next thing to arrive at Ye Qianxiu's cave mansion must be many strong people, if you want to fight with them, the state is quite important.

After several ten minutes of breathing, when Yi Wushuang reopened his eyes, two rays of essence light shot out from his eyes like swords, and at the same time, the aura on his body became even thicker, and he saw that he had fought with the black-clothed man of the half-step quasi-king and the white-clothed man at the peak of the sect realm, and his own cultivation had improved considerably.

At first glance, Li Wushuang did not get up immediately, still maintaining a posture of sitting on his knees, and carefully felt the two battles since entering the barbarian jungle.

The sky is not in sight, the earth is not in sight, and he lives in the middle, sitting on his knees, his eyes are calm and peaceful, leisurely and misty, at this moment, as if he has the appearance of a fairy wind bone, and the dust is not shocking.

"Hmm.... There were two more warriors. 〞

It didn't take long for this calm and peaceful state to be interrupted, for he found that two warriors were rushing towards him on the left and right of his position.

And these two warriors were also two of the four road guards who had felt that they had been in the four paths, and of course one of the white-shirted men had died under the sword of Wu Wushuang, and the cultivation of these two road guards was also the peak realm of the sect realm.

Feeling that the two martial artists were getting closer and closer, Wu Wushuang muttered to himself, "The martial artists of the peak of the sect realm who usually see the dragon without seeing the head and the tail have now come to the barbarian jungle, but they have become more relaxed and normal, and it seems that the cave mansion left by Ye Qianxiu has really attracted many people to come. 〞

Wu Wushuang smiled slightly, and made a plan in his heart, determined not to delay any time, the qi of the whole body suddenly retracted, not leaking a single cent, as if it was one with all things, at this time, as long as it was not a martial artist who was above the cultivation of the Wang Realm or whose spiritual soul power was stronger than that of Wu Wushuang, no one would be able to find out the existence of the Wu Shuang hiding between the branches and leaves.

Sure enough, the two warriors who rushed over had the same cultivation as the white-shirted man, the peak realm of the Spirit Sect realm, and they were not very old, and they were also martial artists in their early thirties, one was wearing a green shirt, and the other was wearing a gray shirt.

These two Sect Realm Peak Martial Artists, their speed was flying fast, and under the big stride, in less than a few breaths, they came to the vicinity of Wu Wushuang, and the two of them formed horns with each other, their eyes shooting in all directions, and their spiritual power was highly concentrated in their ears, listening in all directions.

Although they rushed forward, the two of them were incomparably alert, and their expressions were extremely angry, and after a glance, they knew that the two had already learned that the white-shirted man was dead, so now they wanted to search for the murderer and force him to kill him as revenge.

When the two of them passed by the big tree where Yi Wushuang was hiding, Yi Wushuang still didn't move, but deep in his heart, the thought rose, like a giant dragon ascending, as long as he moved, he was bound to thunder.

Boom!

Walking past the big tree in the sky, the two of them didn't feel anything strange at all, when they were carrying the big tree, they no longer hesitated, their spiritual power suddenly turned around, and the sword stepped out, and their right hand had already pulled out the karmic fire long sword in an instant, and killed the green shirt warrior, one of the two peak martial artists of the sect realm, leaving a sword that resounded through the barbarian jungle.

Under the sword, heaven and earth fell for it, and in an instant, the void seemed to freeze, and the two Sect Realm peak martial artists couldn't help but lose their minds for a moment.

A momentary loss of consciousness, even if it is only one hundredth or one thousandth of a breath, can be said to be very fatal to a martial artist, because in this short loss of consciousness, a sword of thunder and ten thousand pounds has penetrated the chest of one of the Sect Realm peak blue-shirted martial artists.

Burst!

With a double sword, a large sword hole was opened in the left chest of the Qingyi martial artist of the peak of the sect realm, and with the gushing blood flowing out, his body also fell down, slamming into the ground.

One person fell to the ground, and his breath was completely lost, and the other Sect Realm Peak Gray-shirted Warrior stared at him, his eyes were wide and he couldn't believe it, and his heart was full of anger, with the hatred of drowning nine heavens and ten earths, he shouted angrily, and said, "Good you are a thief. 〞

The angry words roared, and the gray-shirted warrior stepped out with extreme speed, pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist, and waved his right hand, before the long knife arrived, the knife stabbed at Wu Wushuang extremely quickly.

Seeing that although Yi Wushuang was a sneak attack, he could still kill the peak martial artist of the Sect Realm with a single sword, and the Gray-shirted Martial Artist naturally would not underestimate the young man who only had the upper level of the Sect Realm in front of him, so this knife was incomparable.

A knife came to kill, and Wu Wu's eyes squinted slightly, and in his pupils, the reflection of the knife coming from the east, only to see the karmic fire sword in Yi Wushuang's hand, moving lightly.

Holding the karmic fire tightly in both hands, under the angry sword of the gray-shirted warrior, the spiritual power of the whole body of the martial artist was poured into the karmic fire long sword, and then, the sword intent of the intermediate Shura sword in the realm that had previously made the white-shirted man feel terrified rose up.

"What! How could it be... Feeling the supreme artistic conception, the gray-shirted warrior was shocked, and the sword momentum suddenly weakened by three points, but he still gritted his teeth and stabbed towards Wu Wushuang.

"Sword Proud Hell!"

On the karmic fire, the sword mangs were bright, and immediately, the sword Wushuang stepped out in two steps, and the sword was made again, and the sword appeared again, and the sword was cut out, the sky and the earth cracked, the stars shifted, and wherever the sword went, the void layer exploded, and the ground-level low-grade peak sword move, with an unrivaled threat, returned to the gray-shirted warriors.

Hoo!

A sword and a sword, instantly intersecting with each other and then together, like a thunderbolt, heaven and earth in all directions, spiritual power rolling, swords, sword light, constantly encroaching, extremely killing, but the knife of the gray-shirted warrior only resisted the sword of the gray shirt for a breath, and was immediately invincible, scattered, and the long knife in his hand was even more cracked inch by inch.

Poof!

Striking the knife of the gray-shirted warrior, the sword mang's attack was still more than endless, turning into a bright thunderbolt, and in the next second, it immediately penetrated the gray-shirted warrior's body, and a soft sound of flesh and blood falling apart quietly sounded.

The sword is proud of the heavens, the power is incomparable, a sword is cut out, the heart of the gray-shirted warrior is completely killed, a shocking blood hole is spent, and the blood rain is scattered all over the sky, and the breath of life is also gradually passing away from his body.

"Uh... 〞

Shengsheng endured the ground-level low-grade peak sword moves of Yi Wushuang, even if the strongest of the Gray Shirt Martial Artist Peak Martial Artists of the Sect Realm had profound cultivation, his heart and ground were pierced, and he did not die immediately, but he was deeply wounded, and he had no ability to return his hand, and after watching the number of Xuan Wushuang, he was also buried in the barren jungle.

"Next... It's time to go to Ye Qianxiu's cave. Wu Wushuang didn't look at the two dead warriors in green shirts and gray shirts, and directly turned his body into a leap, turning into afterimages, and disappeared in place in a short period of time.

To be continued...

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