high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 43 Flying Sword

"no no!"

The woman's wailing pierced the door sharply, the sound was so sharp that both Xie Fanjing and Bai Shu, who were sitting cross-legged to recover their breath, stood up in shock.

The cries of countless groups of corpses came, and they were getting closer.

The ground was trampled violently, the dishes on the table were shaking, the small wooden window in front of Bai Shu creaked and shook, and the old window ash shook off.

Not long after, violent thunderous roars swept over like a flood.

"People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky."

Bai Shu got up helplessly, the voice was getting closer and closer to him.

He opened the window lattice, and just about to poke his head out, he was shaken back by a sound wave that was stronger than before.

"Scared you to death... me."

Bai Shu patted his chest, seeing Xie Fanjing approaching curiously, he swallowed half of what he had said abruptly.

"Flying locust!"

There was a sudden yell, which was completely different from the woman's cry, but it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

The sound of buzzing cut the air flatly, and a white line passed between the sky and the earth, and the skylight was suppressed by this white line.

Bai Shu was slightly taken aback, he seemed to have heard this voice before.

"Bamboo Moon!"

"Bibo!"

"Stone Millet!"

Successively, there were three more reprimands.

Bai Shu couldn't bear it any longer, and pushed open the window.

A middle-aged man in Confucian shirt with a miserable face, carrying a long casket made of beautiful jade on his back, beside him is a beautiful woman in her thirties who still retains her charm. A boy with his eyes closed and his face darkened.

The beautiful woman just hugged the boy and kept crying, as if she turned a deaf ear to everything around her.

Four white lines continuously washed away from the pile of living corpses, like four bright silver lines shining brightly in the sky, and endless weather evolved from them.

Every time it passed by, the living corpses on that line were like rolling gourds, their heads fell to the ground one after another, and blood gushed like a fountain.

"change!"

The man in the Confucian shirt with a miserable face pointed in the middle, and the four long lines criss-crossing the endless pile of living corpses suddenly stopped.The dazzling white light scattered in all directions, like a torrential rain in late spring and early summer.

Zizi!

Zizi!

Zizi!

The four little fingers are long and short, and the breath flows back and forth. The small and exquisite flying sword that is faintly connected as one, slowly circles in a specific direction in the low sky.

The heaven and earth Yuan Qi was drawn by the aura formed by the small sword, and in an instant, the entire Fenyin City was suddenly darkened.

The heavy rain hit the plantains.

The living corpses covered by the four small swords suddenly paused under this momentum.

Invisible sword air is densely packed, rushing from all directions, like the Milky Way bursting its banks. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down, and the piercing sound of tearing the sky continued for a long time. The void is stirred into a pot of chaotic porridge.

Those bodies that have become extremely solid after death, under the sword energy, are like hot knives cutting wax.

Like rag dolls, they were carried high by the sword energy, soaring to a height of tens of feet, and before they fell, they were cut into a handful of bloody mud mixed with white bone stubble.

Slowly, slowly...

The pile of bloody mud was getting higher and higher, inch by inch, foot by foot...

In the end, it was piled up into a mound-sized mountain of black and red blood and mud.

The group of corpses screamed one after another, and this scene was like hell.

"Flying sword..."

Bai Shu murmured in a low voice, he already recognized the man in Confucian shirt with a sad face.

In Fenyin City, the Spring and Autumn Academy Palace sacrificed wine, and Yang Shixuan.

When I was a slave in the Zhao family, I saw him several times from afar.

His prestige in Fenyin City is as high as Taishan Beidou, not only because of his prestige as the master of the academy, nor because of his cultivation in the third realm, but more because of his flying sword skills.

A thousand miles away in a flash, and he returned with his sleeves down.

Flying swordsmanship is quite different from swordsmanship.

With the pure gold divine material as the mother embryo, the human body as the furnace, the qi and blood as the fire, and the real energy as the hammer, the birth of each flying sword is not easy.

Bai Shu's previous status was humble, and he only heard about such artifacts in the novels, but as for seeing it with his own eyes, it was the first time he had seen it.

In the pile of blood and mud, a living corpse with a height of four or five feet, like a small mountain bag, was vigorously shaking his arms to disperse the flying sword energy.

Such a stature is almost like the rumored giant.

Cutting flesh and blood easily, like a hot knife cutting wax, the swarming sword energy can only wipe out white marks on its body, like striking iron, colliding with rolling sparks the size of a human head.

From time to time, it strenuously jumped towards the sky, as if it wanted to pick off one of the four flying swords and disrupt the boundless formation.

But every time, they were heavily pressed back to the ground by the river-like sword energy, smashing out huge pits.

"Roar!!!"

A roar that was far more violent than thunder struck, and there was a cloud of flying sand and rocks nearby.

The spine of the giant's living corpse, which was pressed into a bow shape, suddenly straightened, and it tore apart the long river of sword energy on its back, and strode towards Yang Shixuan, the school's sacrificial wine.

The swarming sword energy seemed to be unable to stop it anymore. The giant living corpse crossed its arms, covered its head, and pressed forward violently as if seeing a high wall.

For a moment, there was no other sound, only buzzing and frantic footsteps.

Bai Shu's eyes turned, and there was a black blood hole on Yang Shixuan's neck, which was continuously flowing with black blood.

He turned his eyes to the beautiful woman and the boy in her arms suspiciously, suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Bai Shu bent down and said a few words to Xie Fanjing in a low voice. The little girl frowned and nodded despite her puzzled expression.

"Whoo~"

He suppressed the agitation in his heart, and let out a long breath, and at this moment, the living giant corpse was only ten feet away from Yang Shixuan.

……

……

……

Behind him, the cries continued one after another, Yang Shixuan turned his head quietly, the woman hugged the dying boy, weeping like pear blossoms and rain.

His heart moved, as if something was about to come out, but he turned his head back after all.

"open!"

Seeing the living corpse the size of a small hill only Zhang Xu away, he muttered silently in his heart.

boom!

Boom!

The blazing and dazzling sword light made him squint his eyes unconsciously, like an explosion from the sky.After the hustle and bustle dissipated, there was only a deep pit left in place, and there was no bone left of the living corpse at this moment.

With the consumption of real qi, he couldn't restrain it anymore. In the blood hole on his neck, the alien real qi had already been scattered all over his body.

He slowly bent his knees and fell to his knees in an unseemly manner.

Behind her, the woman didn't even turn her head, she just cried like a pear blossom with rain, but she never looked at herself behind her.

It's really... the same as before.

Yang Shixuan laughed slowly, he felt more and more cold.

Just when he thought everything would end like this, he was suddenly picked up by someone.

A handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years old bent down, and then carried himself on his back.

"Sir, don't you remember me?"

While shaking, the boy smiled to himself and said:

"My name is Bai Shu, and I have met Mr. on several occasions."

(End of this chapter)