Dragon-Marked War God

Both shadows are weak, the battle is ongoing, but it is a strong confrontation, no one can do anything with anyone.

But even when they hit the sword court of the sword draw sect, they could not distinguish between victory and defeat, and one of them, Hershey, is the heir of Xue Liang, the White Sword God, and the Immortal King, whom Jiang Dun had not seen in a long time.

“Finally. ”

Jiang Dun smiled slightly. Looking at his own arrival this time, it was also quite rewarding. Seeing Xue Liang without saying, he also encountered the vengeance of King Tian. The resentment between the two people is also destined to be settled here, completely.

The two men fought over the hall before stopping.

“Sorry to be a little late, but the lord is looking forward to forgiveness. ”

Xue Liang said softly with the man with white hair.

“Not bad, just come, I draw swords, always without any restraint, let alone this time we are looking for a generation of swordsmen, you don't have to be polite. ”

Jiantang is very generous and very atmospheric. Even in the face of Xue Liang's battle with the grey-haired man, he is open to face.

At this moment, the Vengeance of the King is also looking at the man with white hair, sharp eyes, with an unbeatable cold color.

“Jiangdu! You're here too!”

Xue Liang's eyes narrowed and saw the existence of the river and dust. He was pleased that there were rivers and dust. Then this time, they were destined to be nightmares in the hearts of all.

“Why are you alone, Ice Cloud? ”

Jiang Du looked at Xue Liang and saw the color of the anxiety in his eyes.

“She was taken away, this time I must get the sword draw zongjian sword master position so that I can have a chance to fight that place. ”

Xue Liang said that his face was extremely ugly.

“With me, the Lord of the Sword will surely help you to take it! ”

Jiang Dun smiled slightly, this time he was going to name the world, is to attract the Eight Parties, draw sword sect sword master position, he is not rare, as long as these have done, then he has nothing to regret, and can kill King Tian Qian counts as one, Xue Liang can climb to draw sword sect sword master position, Jiang Dun is satisfied, and the danger of ice cloud is really too difficult for Xue Liang, otherwise, there is no way he can do anything about the power of the current imperial realm.

“Thank you, Jiangdu! ”

Xue Lengye's eyes were filled with colors of immense weight. He was definitely in need of help from the river and dust. He was not a generation of greedy power, but the sword draw was too important for him.

Jiang Dun patted Xue Liang's shoulder with a smile.

“Between you and me, there's nothing to be thanked for. ”

Xue Liang was no longer polite, but looked at Master Jiantang of the Sword Drawing Sect. Hung said:

“Xue Liang, meet the Patriarch. ”

“Without regret, meet the Patriarch. ”

“Okay, okay! Good! I will not say more about today, I and the eight swordmasters will send you to the Jinshan Sword Cemetery. In the Jinshan Sword Cemetery, there is a refiner master, who vomits and leaches blood for thousands of years, to produce a sword that is absolutely a powerful hybrid treasure vessel, and the Jinshan Sword Festival is a sacrifice of this sword. Without the divine sword, the refiner master was shut down in the sword cemetery of the mountain for a thousand years, and it was about to succeed. Whoever was able to get the world's sword in the sword cemetery of the mountain will be the ninth sword master of my sword draw. ”

Jiantang converged his smile, and the divine color was also incredibly heavy. This Jianshan sword festival was not small enough for them to draw swords, because the master of the refinery said that the sword of the world must find its own sword master, the Mixed Dollar Mixed Dollar Treasure is already psychic, and fully qualified to find its own master, and that is what the master of the Gestapo Double Refinery said in the Jianshan Sword Cemetery.

“Jiangshan Sword Cemetery, is the holy place of my sword extraction sect. When you enter Jiangshan Sword Cemetery, I am the sword master candidate of the sword extraction sect. Whoever can become the chosen one, is the sword master. We only recognize swords and do not recognize people. Whoever is able to conceal the heavens with one hand and acquire the imminent world sword, will be ordered to draw the sword to become the true sword master of my sword draw. ”

After Jiantang said, all of us are very facetious. Looks like this swordsman's battle is not only a swordsman, but also an unparalleled slaughter. Who can laugh at the end, who can become the swordsman of the final sword draw.

It seemed like a sword hunting trip, but it was also absolutely inevitable, and this war, it was quite dangerous, because none of them were likely to face an enemy. Xue Liang was also extremely excited to see Jiangdu, and had one more helper in his heart. Then, in this swordsman's battle, he also wanted to earn it.

Says it's a sword festival, but it could be a sword festival, because the people who can walk out of here alive should be only a small part, maybe even just one or two.

“The sword master contest is not a sword draw broom self-cherished selection, the strong can participate in all walks of life, I draw sword sect of the world genius sword East Stream, as well as you, will participate in this sword master contest. Twelve of you in the row are destined to be a dragon fight tiger fight, good luck. ”

Jiantang smiled lightly. Outside his door, a swordsman in grey clothes stood on his chest. He held the sword in front of him. God was calm and looked at all those present. He was the genius strong of Jiandong Stream, that is, Draw Sword Sect. His strength was only in the early days of the realm of the Divine Emperor. But sometimes the duel between the strong is not divided by the strength and weakness of the realm.

Jiangdust is the best example. Fighting at the same level is almost invincible. Only a stronger man can fight him.

Shanshan Sword Tomb, situated between mountains in the northern mountains of the Sword Drawing Sect, stands an immense emerald, about 100 feet tall stone tablet with two large letters engraved on the stone tablet - Sword Tomb!

Jianzhua stone tablet, gives a great shock, Jiangshan Jianzhu, is also the most special existence of the whole sword extraction sect.

As the leader of the road, it is still the Elder Sword Dance, before the Mountain, the Elder God said:

“Success and defeat in this move, who can laugh at the end, depends on your respective abilities. Life and death are in heaven, and now regret it, there is still time. ”

But none of them had put the words of the sword dance in their ears, because the purpose of their trip was that, for the sake of the Lord of the Sword, they had nothing to worry about.

“Thank you elder, but this mountain sword grave is not our goal, this sword lord position is what we really want, become sword lord of the sword draw sect, after that is the pacing of the green clouds, isn't it noble identity? Ask the Eight Fang, who can compete with them? Ha-ha-ha. ”

Someone said with a smile, full of confidence.

“Then you go. Ten days from now, when the Tomb of the Sword of Mountain closes, which of you can come out of here with the sword of the world, who is the true swordsman! ”

After that, the elder stepped into the sky, leaving twelve people in the line, including Jiangdust and Juntian's enemies, and finally began to walk into the underground sword grave. The Festival of the Sword of the Mountain is close by!