Chapter 1862: Jun Chang laughs not clean (1/2)
Xi Jingxuan ran away.
Jun Changxiao must stop her in time.
Otherwise, this poetic and picturesque bamboo forest is probably going to suffer.
If the sword returns to the market, if he knows the dog ’s left heart, he will definitely shout at him: ”I thank you! I thank you all!
”Boom!”
”Boom!”
The land of ruins, sword qi vertical and horizontal.
The blackened Xi Jingxuan held the Xuanyuan Excalibur and launched a crazy bombardment like a female demon head.
If it is just that, the problem is not too big.
The key is that the sharp sword is wrapped in the air, which is obviously the Tiangang sword meaning that Jian Guixu said.
”Hoooo!”
Anger and swordsmanship permeated Xi Jingxuan's body, and his messy long hair and dark eyes gradually turned red and bloody.
The woman who is gentle like water suddenly becomes wild, and this contrast is really a bit big.
But.
Has one to say.
Xi Jingxuan with red hair and red eyes is more beautiful.
Jun often smiles not because she is not beautiful, but because her hair and pupils turn red, the sword is getting stronger and stronger.
”Ding!”
Suddenly, the Xuanyuan Excalibur cut across the void and forced the dog to sacrifice only the Immortal Sword to block in front of him.
”Oops!”
”Oops!”
The two swords are criss-crossed, with the fire erupting, one is retreating and the other is pressing.
”Kaka!”
”Kaka!”
The ground cracked and the dust was flying.
The extinct bamboo species are very rare. It depends on the soil to be planted. Now two gods are fighting on their faces.
The sword returned to the market and shouted: ”Stop, you stop, don't fight!”
”Boom!”
The voice just fell, and the hut shattered instantly behind him.
The bamboo forest, like a paradise, was completely destroyed in a short time.
”......”
Jian Guixu covered his chest, breathing as if he had an asthma attack.
angry!
From the bottom of the foot to the skull.
”Two little girls!”
The sword returned to the market to make a fist and shouted: ”Hui wants to be wanton!”
”Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The dust drifting around, suddenly shivered, and the surface began to be covered with sword gas.
”It's over!”
Sword Xiaohong said: ”Grandpa is angry!”
”Boom!”
There was a sound of explosion in the dusty area, only to see Xi Jingxuan stumbled out.
At this moment, she not only had her hair and eye pupils, but even her lips turned crimson red, and she looked evil and enchanting.
”Is it enough?”
At this time, Jian Guixu walked with his head down.
His gait is very stable, but every time he takes a step, the whole body will emit a powerful sword, and the whole person seems to become a sword.
As a sword sage, Jian Guixu's understanding of kendo needs no explanation, in short, strong!
Only.
As he came over, the swordsmanship around him suddenly flew out of control, hovering behind Xi Jingxuan, and gradually formed a vortex.
”This……”
The sword returned to the market and exclaimed: ”Is borrowing momentum?”
”brush!”
Xi Jingxuan had the sword in front of him, with his pale fingers on the face of the sword, and in his flaming red lips, weird words that no one could understand.
”Boo woo hoo!”
”Boo woo hoo!”
In an instant, the sword power rotating behind him suddenly condensed the twelve-handed crystal swords.
”Tian Gang Sword Skills!”
The sword returned to the market exclaimed.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, rejoicing: ”Senior Senior has stored his sword skills in the Xuanyuan Excalibur with a special supernatural power. This girl inherited it logically after pulling the sword?”
Jun Changxiao doesn't care about sword skill at all, and even cares about his situation. It seems very bad.
”Hey!”
”Hey!”
The twelve-handed swords were scattered, and the dog was circled in a clock shape.
”Retreat!”
At this moment, Jian Guixu shouted: ”Quick back!”
Maybe the time is too tight, so I hugged my granddaughter and flew away in the distance.
Although Li Qingyang and others did not know what the situation was, they saw that the Juggernaut was scared away, and each of them displayed their skills and fled in the fastest time.
Jun often smiles and does not move.
To be precise, dare not move.
The twelve swords are like twelve bombs hanging around, giving him the hunch that as long as he moves, he will detonate in advance.
”Xi Gongzhu.”
”Me, Jun Chang laughs!”