Chapter 4955

How strong is the Kendo that can destroy the immortal source of a six turn Da Yan immortal?

And how strong is the guy who can use this Kendo?

"In other words, it was this young man who caused the vibration on the white bone road?" The middle-aged man asked in a slow voice.

The heroic woman nodded immediately, "yes, I just witnessed the war. It was wonderful enough."

"If it's really him, it seems that it's just time for me to wake up." The middle-aged man looked at the unparalleled sword and smiled slowly at the corners of his mouth.

The sword is matchless. He can feel that the two sword lovers, although they do not show any strength, are definitely more terrible than liuzhuan Dayan immortal.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something.

The dead immortal skeleton said before he died that there were sword immortals on the white bone road. Are these two swordsmen sword immortals?!

"That big guy had barely enough strength before he died. Now his strength after he died is no more than three turns. It's not impossible to be killed by a powerful swordsman, but what makes me curious is,"

The heroic woman paused here and looked at the sword with great interest, "younger generation, is that sword your own Kendo?"

The sword is matchless. When he hears the speech, he nods after a little thinking, "yes."

"If you really created it yourself, your future achievements will be immeasurable." The heroic woman said, then stretched out her palm and brushed it in the air.

In an instant, a painting volume appeared in this chaotic and nihilistic space.

Jian Wushuang saw this scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That picture is actually the battle between him and the dead immortal skeleton!

In the painting, Tianhe flows, and the dead immortal bones are finally penetrated by Tianhe into Xianyuan, kneeling on the white bone road.

Sword matchless never thought that the picture of their fight would be completely rubbed out.

This heroic woman is no ordinary swordsman!

When the picture finally dissipated, the middle-aged man looked at the sword and his eyes were full.

"It's really strong. I like this young man!"

"Come on, young man, fight with me for three rounds, but I haven't seen such a good blank for a long time."

Jian Wushuang twitched slightly in the corners of his eyes. Looking at the excited middle-aged man, he immediately said, "I'm afraid I can't. I entered here by mistake and need to leave here as soon as possible. If I consume too much, I'm afraid I will fall into passivity on the next road."

When the middle-aged man heard the speech, he raised his eyebrows and said, "it's easier for you to hurry. If you take three rounds under my hand, we'll have to let you leave completely. If you avoid fighting, I'm afraid it's hard to say."

He said, patting the six long swords around his waist.

The sword matchless felt that the head was big. He could feel that the two sword lovers who did not show their mountains and dew were even more terrible than what they showed.

It doesn't seem to be a simple thing to sustain the next three rounds.

"How are you thinking?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said with a meaningful smile.

After a short thought, Jian Wushuang replied, "then come on. I have a word in advance. As long as I support the next three rounds, you will let me go."

"Have fun!" The middle-aged man smiled and flew directly to the unparalleled sword.

The clothes of the black gold gown fluttered with the wind, and his right hand pressed on the hilt of the six long swords around his waist, unspeakably wanton.

The sword is unparalleled and has no hesitation. The invisible sword is directly condensed between the palms.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was in front of him again. "Invisible without quality. Take Kendo as the sword. Young generation, you have great courage."

He then said, "I don't dare to say. I can only do this if my sword is destroyed."

The Tailuo divine sword was destroyed by Ding Beichun, which is the fundamental reason why the unparalleled sword condenses into an invisible sword.

The middle-aged man smiled, stopped talking, nodded and said, "my name is Yanhui, and the woman is my wife, named Jiang Li."

The sword is matchless, and then he arched his hand, "the sword is matchless."

"Kendo is unparalleled. It's a good moral. Let's start."

As the voice fell, the whole Wanggu battlefield was silent.

The middle-aged man named Yanhui didn't seem to plan to take the lead, but looked at him with a smile.

The sword is unparalleled. He converges his mind and competes purely in kendo. He is not afraid. What he is thinking about is how to draw three moves in the next fight.

At the next moment, the sword moves like thunder. The speed of wielding the sword is fast to the extreme. The sharp and unparalleled blade cuts straight back to the swallow.

This ordinary sword can't even be underestimated by Dayan Xian.

But then there was a shock.

In the face of this sword, Yan Hui stood in place without dodging, then raised the middle finger of his right hand and clamped the invisible sword.

At this moment, the invisible sword, which was visualized by no double sword props, was caught by two fingers!

The unparalleled pupil of the sword shrank. He found that the invisible sword was even more difficult to enter half an inch!

"The power is not small, but it's too impetuous. It's easy to see flaws." Yan Hui said with a smile and pushed it away.

Back several feet, the sword unparalleled has been completely dignified. Yan Hui, who doesn't show the slightest dew, is like a sacred peak of Yuezhi, which makes people unable to guess what he will do next.

Yan Hui was still smiling. He pressed his right hand on the handle of the sword at his waist and walked slowly to the unparalleled sword.

"Come again."

The sword is matchless, converges his mind and is ready to fight again.

However, this time, he just raised the invisible sword in his hand and was hit head-on.

Yan Hui's right hand, which pressed the handle of the sword around his waist, suddenly picked it. A long sword came out of its scabbard directly. Led by the handle, it carried infinite potential, and instantly hit the unparalleled chest of the sword.

"Bang!"

All this happened so fast that when the sword reacted, everything was over.

He felt that his chest was almost broken and his body retreated dozens of feet before he could digest the great force.

The long sword came back into the scabbard as if nothing had happened.

Yan Hui still looked at the sword with a smile. He was never impatient.

Rubbing his aching chest, jianwushuang clenched his teeth secretly. Only these two fights, he fell into passivity and was almost suppressed by Yanhui.

This made him depressed, but also had a certain understanding of Yanhui.

"From the moment when I practiced the sword, I just took the action of getting out of the scabbard for a whole Chinese year. In that Chinese year, I only tried to make the speed of getting out of the scabbard to the extreme, so as to take a chance."

"So far, no Yan Xian can stop me from getting out of my scabbard."

Yan Hui blinked, "what's up? Are you interested in learning to practice sword with me?"

The sword is unparalleled. I can't help whispering.