Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Dunrao looked at the filthy middle age with interest, and this man made him very interested.

“Why are you following me? ”

Dirt middle-aged man whispered.

'Cause I'm curious about you. ”

“You're not from the Eastern Emperor, are you? Otherwise, how could you have followed me so long and run a thousand miles away? ”

Dirty middle-aged people also seem to be wary of the river and dust.

“Well, I just wanted to teach you how powerful your sword is. ”

Jiangdu was straight to the point, and his intentions were so simple.

“That's all? ”

Dirty middle-aged man shook his head with a smile.

“That's all. ”

“You're much stronger than I am, and I'm not your opponent. ”

After that, Dirt had a sip of wine in his middle-aged life and moved on.

“That's not up to you. ”

Jiang Dun sneered, he just wanted to see how powerful this dirty middle-aged sword is. Dirty middle age is also far more horrible than he imagined, but if Jiangdu wants to complete the transformation, he must do so, because he is far less than this dirty middle age, Jiangdu wants to seek a breakthrough, this dirty middle age, is the top priority.

Jiangdu crossed over and stepped on the void. He did not sacrifice the Heavenly Dragon Sword, he merely took a peak artifact.

Jiangdu's sword, the ghost, the castration is horrible, and his strength is too much stronger than that of a sloppy middle aged man.

Dirty middle-aged eyes were picked, divine colors were incredibly heavy, Jiangdu swords were fierce, dragonfly phoenix danced, sword shadows were filled with void, and the gusts were swollen back into the intestines.

Dirty middle aged did not dare to be lazy, speedy to strike. At the moment of the sword and shadow festival, Jiangdu felt a huge threat, but he was still too weak after all. After all, Dirty middle aged strength was too weak. Jiangdu Step was a camp, Dirty middle aged sword method, faster than Jiangdu, under the combination of heart sword, that speed and power reached almost an ultimate peak.

The power of a dirty middle aged and half-step celestial realm can actually make the river dust so heavy, it is not simple, and his sword gives the river dust an atmospheric feeling. Although full of sadness and loneliness, the rage in the shadow is deeply present.

Jiang Dun can feel that this dirty middle age has become like this today. It is definitely not that he let go of his freedom to do it intentionally. He must have been greatly hurt to do so.

Jiangdust didn't mean to hurt him, but the dirty middle-aged sword technique forced Jiangdust several times to go all the way. The corner of the Jiangdust mouth outlined a faint smile. From beginning to end, it was his passive defense. This dirty middle-aged strength was carried out entirely by a horrible sword.

Amazing, superior, swordsmanship, unstoppable.

That's what Jiangdu said to him.

“Sword in one! ”

Jiangdu opened wide, the sword fought to move the stars, finally pushed back the dirty middle age, but he himself showed 70% of the strength. Jiangdu also benefited greatly in his earlier dealings. His sword method is like a nine-day star, no one can catch it, even Jiangdu.

There is only a sword in the heart, and there is only a heart in the sword. Is this the realm of the sword in the heart? Jiang Dun muttered to himself, but he was still unable to enter the realm of sword integration.

Dirt middle aged was forced back by the river dust, his eyes slightly squinted, cold:

“Not as good as people, I'm not your opponent. ”

“Are you so eager to die? ”

Jiangdu eyebrows locked tight, staring at the dirty middle aged.

“Doesn't it matter what your whole life is for? ”

Dirty middle-aged man laughs bitterly, seemingly full of despair for life.

“I don't know why you are so dismayed, but with your skill, there is no limit to your future accomplishments. Even now, under the kingdom of God, you cannot find an adversary. I can say that you are the sword Dodge genius, the sword kingdom, and even I cannot see the dust. You are the only one I have ever seen to transcend me on a sword path. ”

Jiangdu sighed a little.

“Man must live with some thoughts. If even the most basic thoughts are lost, what's the point of living? ”

Dirty middle aged faint lane.

“What exactly did the Eastern Emperor do to you? ”

Jiang Dun's heart was clear. When this guy heard that the three men were from the Eastern Emperor, killing in invisibility, without any compassion, was predictable. He hated the Eastern Emperor as much as he hated the bones.

“If I had the ability to do this in my lifetime, I would have destroyed the Eastern Emperor. ”

“If you don't want to say so, forget it, I won't force you. I'm just a little envious of you. The kingdom of Kendo is so horrible, I just want to interact with you. ”

Jiang Dun does not want to say more, after all, this is his privacy, and he is only full of regret for the filthy middle age. If these extinct swordsmen truly become a generation of swords, they will surely be lonely and overwhelmed.

Jiangdu looked at the rusty green steel sword in the middle age, still full of gaps, the corner of his mouth laughed bitterly, and threw the sword directly into the middle age, it was a peak artifact, Jiangdu was able to fully instill his sword intentions into this peak artifact, because he was a crafted artifact, so for the degree of grasping of the sword, far more than any refiner, he was himself a swordsman obsessed with the sword, this sword, though only a peak artifact, was able to compete with the ordinary artifact, definitely not under words.

“What are you? ”

Dirty middle aged slightly stunned.

“There was so much guilt, the sword is a hero, let alone you know it better than I do. ”

This sword is the best of 108 peak artifacts, and Jiangdu has no hesitation.

“There is no power in Loc. ”

Jiang Dun can see that this dirty middle aged, lover of this sword, overflowed with words, at least under the kingdom of God, this sword has accompanied him for hundreds of thousands of years. Assuming, of course, that he has the strength to transcend the kingdom of God.

“How about when I give you a reward and practice my sword for a month? ”

Jiangdu laughed.

Dirty middle-aged man did not speak, nodded silently, divine calm, but Jiangdu could see that his love for this sword definitely came from deep inside, the sword gave hero, Jiangdu had no heartache, because only this sword did not deserve his share, and without him it did not deserve his share.

“My name, Kensei. ”

Dirty middle-aged man whispered, Jiang Du nodded, Jian Sheng, the name, he can afford, the sword saint, the world is no different, the name of the sword saint, is his lifelong pursuit, is also the sword land he gave him for life.

“My name is Kensei, not my self-proclaimed Kensei. ”

The dirty young man said that he seemed afraid that Jiangdu had misunderstood him.

“I know.”

Jiangdu again took the sword, fought against Jiansheng, the top of the canyon, deep in the mountain river, the sword of Jiangdu, within a month, never stopped.