Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Jian Wushuang, you don't want to be arrogant!"

"Now, it's not the same time."

"Moreover, you were hit hard back then, even if you linger until now, how much strength can you have?"

The people in the blood-clothed building shouted angrily.

"Boom!"

Jian Wushuang smiled and walked forward step by step, each step making his sword intent still stronger.

"boom!"

Sword intent surrounded him, and a terrifying sword aura roared all over his body, as if to annihilate the void.

In front of him, the expressions of all the people in the blood-clothed building became solemn.

Jian Wushuang's strength seemed to be far stronger than they thought.

"Senior Sword, maybe we can have a good talk?" You San changed his words.

Even though he is a strong man who has survived the spiritual calamity, he still feels a heavy pressure when facing Jian Wushuang.

"Talk? What qualifications do you have to talk to me?" Jian Wu stretched out his palms, and the sword intent gathered into a sword.

Not only that, all around his body, all the swords converged, clanging loudly.

"boom!"

The palm was pressed forward, and immediately countless swords broke through the air, drowning towards the man in the blood-clothed building.

"You Qi, you guy who has suffered a thousand swords, actually asked us to provoke these evil stars?"

The color of the people in the blood cloak building changed.

"Join hands!" An urgent voice resounded.

The monstrous blood, surging from their whole body, gathered into a **** gluttonous head.

"Roar..." Taotie roared, **** mouth widened, and swallowed toward the countless sword lights that had descended upon him.

Jian Wushuang stepped forward again, and let out a soft voice, "Broken!"

The world seemed to be shattered by a long sword, and countless sharp swords penetrated the gluttony and instantly shattered it to annihilation.

The icy sword light continued to shroud towards the people in the blood-clothed building.

"Help me!" You San yelled coldly, his body surging with terrifying blood, his figure advancing instead of retreating.

"Good!" You Wu and others responded in unison.

At this moment, the pupils of the people in the blood-clothed building turned into blood pupils, reflecting a blood-colored world in the monstrous blood.

A crippling breath came out of the **** world, making the pores horrifying.

That seems to be Senluo Purgatory!

"Blood Refining Senro!"

You San's palm shot out, and in an instant, it seemed to shoot out a piece of the world, facing the sword light.

"boom!"

The sword fell crazily, and a shocking collision erupted, with a terrifying momentum shaking the sky.

Jian Wushuang was slightly annoyed. Although he was just a casual offensive, he didn't kill these guys who had survived the aura, after all, it was not very good-looking.

What if Luo Wushu feels that he is too bad and is unwilling to take in his entourage?

"die!"

Jian Wushuang stepped forward, a sharp sword was condensed in his hand, and he came out.

"Boom!" The void shook, the sword pierced through the sky, the world of Seng Luo seemed to turn into a doomsday, and the blood light was crazily annihilated.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the world of Sun Luo shattered, and Yu San's figure flew upside down.

With a sword stuck in his chest, his breath was extremely wilting.

Not only him, but the other people in the blood-clothed building were also seriously injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Jian Wushuang, you can't kill us!" You San squeezed out a voice.

"Why?" Jian Wushuang looked at You San.

"Today's Bloody Clothes Building, the strength is not known how many times stronger than it was in the past. If you don't want the things of the year to happen again, is it too late to stop now?" You San said.

"How strong is it?" Jian Wushuang asked lightly.

"The number of people who can kill you is no less than ten fingers. Our host will kill you with just one sword." You San responded.

"The **** shirt that only dared to hide behind?" Jian Wushuang faintly flashed a cold light in his eyes.

You San was non-committal, "If you still look at people with the same eyesight before, you won't live for an hour in the Shenzhou Continent."

"Thank you for the reminder, I'll give you a happy one!" Jian Wushuang slashed with his sword.

In an instant, several sword lights dilated in the pupils of the man in the blood-clothed building at the same time.

Before his death, a jade talisman suddenly appeared in You San's hand, crushed it directly, and a voice was returned.

"Jian Wushuang is not dead!"

...

The Blood-Clothed Tower, a force standing on the Shenzhou Continent.

In the era of Jian Wushuang, it could not be said to be very strong, but now, few forces dare to provoke it easily.

And Xue Qingyi, the host of the Bloody Clothes Tower, is now one of the top powerhouses in the Shenzhou Continent.

At this time, a man in a blue shirt was sitting on a blood-colored throne in the blood-clothed building.

He has beautiful features, a ruddy complexion, and a feminine feeling, and he looks extremely young.

It is hard to imagine that such a young face is an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years.

He is the original poster of the **** clothes building, Blood Tsing Yi.

When You San smashed the jade talisman, the voice immediately rang in the ears of the green shirt man.

"Jian Wushuang is not dead!"

"Jian Wushuang is not dead!" Xue Qingyi murmured and repeated the voice.

Now that You San would return this voice, he understood that You San had already died in Jian Wu's hands.

In his mind, he recalled Jian Wushuang's appearance.

This figure, I don't know how many years he has forgotten, and it will still be remembered today.

This is something he hadn't thought about.

Xue Qingyi raised his head and looked at the nihility on the side, "Jian Wushuang is not dead yet, send a Blood Shadow Guard to bring him back alive."

Immediately, he would pass the final position of the jade talisman and also informed him.

"Yes!" a voice responded in the darkness, and then quietly retreated.

Xue Qingyi lowered his head, playing with a white stone in his hand, not dead, that was just right!

He must get that black stone.

...

Luo Wushu glanced at the crushed jade charm, and said: "The Bloody Clothes Building already knows that you are not dead!"

Jian Wushuang nodded and said in deep thought: "Does the young man know how powerful the Blood Robe Building is now?"

Luo Wushu shook his head, "I have never been to the Shenzhou Continent!"

Jian Wushuang gave a wry smile, "It seems that I am no longer fit to stay with the son."

Luo Wushu glanced at Jian Wushuang, "Our path is different, you shouldn't have been by my side."

"The son is afraid that I can't keep up with you?" Jian Wushuang asked.

Luo Wushu said: "But now we can't keep up with you!"

Jian Wushuang nodded, he understood what Luo Wushu meant.

"But in the future, we will have a chance to see you again!" Luo Wushu suddenly said again.

"Why?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Because we are likely to slaughter the blood qingyi!" Luo Wushu said.

Jian Wushuang: "..."

"Really, Brother Luo doesn't lie to you, he doesn't kill him, I'll kill him!" Mo Fan smiled.

"..." Jian Wushuang blinked, then laughed.

"Then I will first go to the Shenzhou Continent to explore the emptiness and reality of the blood suit building. If I can't do it, I will wait for you to come and do it together."

"Good!" The three nodded.

"However, you have to be careful and don't be besieged again!" Luo Wushu reminded.

"Do not worry!"

"Eat a ditch and gain a wit, I'm not that stupid yet!"

"Not only the Blood Cloud Tower, but those who besieged me must also pay a price."

Jian Wushuang was full of confidence and said goodbye to leave.

Back then, he dared to claim that he was unparalleled in the past, but now he is also full of energy to reshape Daoji.