Chapter 768 Horrible Sword Wounds Down

"Big Murong, what are you going to do?" Jiang Huo looked at the nameless in a panic, but there was no movement in his hand.

The nameless did not speak, the frown became deeper and deeper, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

Seeing this situation, I knew that the nameless should have found something.

But Jiang Huo didn't look at all: "Big boss, don't you think my eldest brother is working too hard to help give him a ride."

"You should be steady. Don't shake your hands. If you don't kill my eldest brother all of a sudden, he will be in pain for a while." Listening to Jiang Huo's words, I really doubt whether Jiang Huo really wants his brother to die and then occupy the position of the patriarch of the beast.

But fortunately, I know that this ginger fire is just a little short of root.

There was a whim in my heart, and then I looked at the nameless hands trembling.

Nameless cultivation, it is impossible to have such an unstable sword.

After a while, Anonymous inserted Yinxue in his hand back into the scabbard, and then looked at me and said, "Take your seven-star dragon abyss to feel."

"This seems to be a little disrespectful to Master Jiang." I have some doubts. After all, Anonymous and Jiang are familiar with each other. It's nothing to make a joke. I don't have any friendship with his guests.

Anonymous frowned, looked at me and said, "If you do it, just do it. Don't talk about it. This old boy won't mind."

Hearing the nameless words, I had to take out the seven-star dragon abyss from Dantian.

took a deep breath, and then pointed the tip of the sword at Jiang Wuyu.

"It's closer." Wu Ming frowned and said seriously.

I didn't say anything more. I listened to the nameless sword tip of Qixing Longyuan a little closer, which was very close to the sword wound on his chest.

Suddenly, the originally calm Qixing Longyuan suddenly began to shake, making a harsh sword sound.

With the power of one hand, I can't suppress the shaking of Qixing Longyuan.

Originally, I thought it was Qixing Longyuan who was afraid, but Qixing Longyuan became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, I felt a strong sense of war.

Immediately after that, the scene in front of me suddenly began to change rapidly.

A figure who can't be seen clearly, holding a vague sword in his hand, stood in the distance and pointed at me from afar.

And I also took a fighting posture, slowly raised the sword in my hand, and pointed to the figure. This action was not my own initiative at all. It seemed that I was forced to be like this by the other party.

As the other party moves, the sword sound of the seven-star dragon abyss becomes louder and louder.

In the blink of an eye, the figure had rushed in front of me, and the long sword in my hand cut down.

I didn't have time to dodge at all, so I could only raise my sword to resist.

The two swords collided with each other, making a huge roar.

Directly cracked my tiger's mouth, the pain in my hand, and then frowned.

But Qixing Longyuan made an excited sound of swords, leading me to continue to fight against the figure.

The blow did not work, and the figure retreated rapidly, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood in the distance.

With a wave of the long sword in my hand, countless swords as thin as a line attacked me.

On the surface, it is just a sword, but there are countless swords, and I can't resist it at all.

Just between breathing, I have been swallowed up by the sword spirit.

"Hu..." The scene changed quickly again, and I returned to Jiang Wuyu's room.

There was cold sweat all over his body, and the seven-star dragon abyss in his hand were still singing with swords.

I quickly took Qixing Longyuan back to Dantian, and I was relieved.

"How do you feel?" Anonymous looked at me and asked.

I didn't seem to have come out of the panic just now. I was stunned for a moment and said, "It's terrible..."

Removing the horror, I can't think of any other adjectives.

To be precise, in the fantasy just now, the figure killed me with only one sword.

What kind of cultivation is this? It's just that the simple sword spirit has such great power.

"What the hell is going on? Why did I enter the fantasy world?" I looked at the nameless and threw a series of questions.

The nameless face slowed down slightly, as if to see me squeam. He was very happy: "Just now, you were swallowed up by the sword on the old boy's wound. What you entered was not a fantasy, but the illusion caused by the other party's powerful swordsmanship."

Just now, Anonymous did the same thing as me. He seemed to be a person, but I seemed to have experienced a big war.

It can be seen that the gap between me and the nameless is too huge...

"Your medicine will not work at all, because there is still the sword of the other party on these wounds. The elixir can't play his due role at all. The person who hurts the old boy is a swordsmanship master..." When the nameless said this, his face became serious again: "His swordsmanship is full of aggression, and his sword He is taller than me."

Although the nameless name is not much higher, it should be much higher in his face.

And it's just the remaining sword intention. How strong is the complete sword intention?

Jiang Huo looked at the nameless with an unbelievable face: "Mr. Murong, this joke is not good. After the crazy fairy soared, you were the first person in the whole of Shenzhou Haotu swordsmanship. Although this wound is a little scary, it is not taller than you."

"Brother Murong is right. That man's swordsmanship is much higher than his..." Jiang Boyu, who hasn't spoken for a long time, said with a wry smile, "In the face of Murong, I can still hold two swords, but in the face of that person, I can't even take one sword."

"Old boy, who on earth hurt you?" The nameless frowned and asked Jiang without saying a word.

Jiang Wu shook his head helplessly and told the story of his injury.

A month ago, under the order of no one, the monsters took the initiative to launch a wave of beasts against Zhongzhou.

Even if Jiang Wuyu took action in person, he could not control the beast tide.

It has been a week since Jiang Butu took action. Seeing that the situation could not be controlled, Jiang Butu decided to send someone to Zhongzhou to send a message, but all the people who went there were gone and there was no news.

And when Jiang Wuyu was about to do it himself, he suddenly felt that in the depths of the eastern wilderness, there seemed to be some magic left.

So he went to the forbidden place alone to explore. Without going deep into the center of the forbidden place, a figure suddenly appeared. Without saying a word, it was a sword.

It was similar to the situation where I was ingested by the sword and entered the fantasy world at the beginning. Jiang Wuyu was directly swallowed up by the sword spirit and didn't even have a chance to resist.

He didn't see the other party clearly. He cut Jiang Buso's chest with a sword, leaving the most serious sword wound on his chest.

If it hadn't been for Jiang Huo's arrival in time, Jiang Wuyu would have died in the hands of that man.

After Jiang Huo arrived, the man did not continue to attack, but said, "It's better not to be nosy, otherwise the next time I will give it to you will not be as simple as a few swords."

"Damn it, I remember that my hand was almost scrapped in order to block the sword." Jiang Huo suddenly scolded.

The nameless frown frowned deeper and deeper, and suddenly walked out of the door without saying a word.

I quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to find the sword soul grass." Anonymous paused, and then continued, "Then let's see how strong the person who hurt the old boy is."

The nameless words are full of fighting spirit.