Chapter 4745

The sword is unparalleled. Except for the red and swollen cheeks hit by the magic method because it can't dodge, it's far from the shock of xiaodijun's swollen face.

These fairies, it seems that they have determined that the little emperor is the real color embryo, took full care of him, and jianwushuang escaped a disaster.

Waving to pick up a cloud and put it on his face, xiaodijun then said, "brother Jian, in fact, the place I want to take you is a place called Jiantian in the heaven."

"I'm brother Jian. The sword around your waist has been broken. I want to find another one, or directly melt in the sword sky."

Jian Wushuang heard his words and believed what he said.

After all, in terms of the previous behavior style of xiaodijun, he took him to peek at the fairy bath frivolously when he didn't come up.

"Where is the sword sky you mentioned?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Probably, it's a place for obsession," said the little emperor. "Those sleeping there are the obsessions of some old brothers who fought with my emperor's father at the beginning."

Jian Wushuang nodded and stopped talking.

The two of them rested on the roof of the pavilion for several days before leaving for Jiantian.

Out of the listening platform, at the edge of the heaven, a small world in chaos is reflected in the eyes of jianwushuang.

Even with the strength of his realm of immortality, it is impossible to explore what is in this chaotic world.

But judging from the strong breath from time to time in that heaven and earth, I'm afraid any obsession here was extremely terrible in his lifetime.

Led by the little emperor, he entered the so-called sword sky only after entering the hazy fog.

One step landing, raising bursts of dust.

Jian Wushuang looked around and saw that everything he saw was endless gray sand and stones, and the dry trunk branches were facing the sky, like a body covering its face and crying.

This gray sandstone surface extends to the invisible distance and intersects with the sky.

"Keep your peace. The killing breath and obsession here are too heavy. If it is eroded, it will be difficult to pull it out." The little emperor reminded in a deep voice.

Jian Wushuang nodded. From the first moment he entered the Jiantian, he felt the whole world, which was almost completely composed of killing and a touch of unspeakable obsession.

It was hard for him to imagine that there would be such a place in this peaceful and peaceful heaven.

It seemed to be aware of the invasion of external forces, and the sword began to fluctuate on the sky every day, with great obsessions shuttling back and forth.

The little emperor waved and threw a golden seal, and then all his thoughts disappeared.

Shuttling through the sword sky, it was only a few dozen seconds, and a huge black stone hall located in the dust appeared.

Perhaps no one has set foot here at all, and the huge hall is almost half buried in the dust, looking vast and desolate.

"In this huge hall, is the place where my father's brothers place their obsessions." The little emperor looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "your Kendo is unmatched, but the next guy in this hall is unusual, and I think it will help you in your kendo."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and couldn't help thinking of the sword collection against the sky in his arms. If there is really a Jinghong Tianjiao with perfect Kendo, he can rub it down and watch it carefully

Waving to open the closed door, a familiar smell of hot iron was introduced into the unparalleled nasal cavity of the sword.

For the sword bearer, the breath of iron and fire is the most cordial breath.

This is the taste of sword casting.

Originally, the calm sword of Xintai was unparalleled, and I couldn't wait to see the man in the mouth of the little emperor.

The whole hall is wide and huge, and the building has no rules.

The whole hall looks like a flaming cauldron, and the whole ground seems to be like magma, emitting a red color.

Jian Wushuang roughly swept the whole main hall. Except for the hundreds of seats, only the faded murals on the surrounding walls were somewhat noticeable.

Due to the long time, this mural has faded and peeled off more than half, but jianwushuang can still guess that these murals depict the most tragic war.

The universe is torn apart, and countless successive Yan immortals are dying, resolutely.

Jian Wushuang didn't delve into the meaning of these murals. He believed that all the regions of heaven had a tragic past, and nothing in the past could be changed.

It seems that xiaodijun is not the first time to come here. He is very familiar with walking forward with a sword.

Out of the main hall, the air began to change from muggy to dry and hot.

Even the derivative force escaping outside the body surface has a faint meaning of being burned, which shows how high the temperature is.

"This guy is not good at words and is silent, but when it comes to casting swords, he said that no one dares to be the first."

As he walked forward, the little emperor said, "in addition, he is also the only disciple of an old friend of my emperor's father, and his Kendo is unfathomable."

"Speaking of my father's old friend, he is the only Sword Fairy I have seen who has reached the top of perfection."

Jian Wushuang listened quietly. He had not touched the whole situation about Jian Xian and Dayan Huan at present.

At present, the only one he has met is the Sword Fairy Ding Baiyi who has a startling side in the divine universe.

Just a record of Jue sword will make ten thousand swords pale.

But Jian Wushuang suddenly thought of that before he went to the heaven, in the interception, there was a mysterious man who did not appear from beginning to end, but tore open hundreds of millions of miles of heaven with his startling sword and killed dozens of Yan immortals.

Is the mysterious man a sword fairy?

There is no answer. Some people or things may always be a shock.

"In order to make this guy concentrate on casting the sword, I led all the swords in the whole sword sky to him without telling the emperor's father."

"The last time we met, it was at the last heavenly feast. I don't know whether this guy has made progress now."

I don't know how long it took to walk forward. When the ground under my feet disappeared, the whole huge hall reached its end.

But the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang's eyes.

I saw that behind the huge hall, there was actually a chasm!

In this chasm, there is purple magma flowing from the center of the earth, rushing and roaring in it.

Countless real swords hung high on the natural graben, and silver drops slowly dropped from the tip of each real sword.

The sword is unparalleled. It's more incredible.

Every drop of silvery white water is actually sword meaning!

Solid, concrete sword meaning!

How can this technique refine the sword idea in the real sword.