Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 114 Flying an Arrow, Flying a Sword

After the little golden squirrel pointed out the direction, it returned to curl up on Lang Shiqi's shoulder.

The group rested for about a quarter of an hour before continuing on the road.

This time, Luo Bense did not let his subordinates walk in front, but walked in the front by himself, accompanied by two people, walking cautiously every step of the way.

Although he brought these people in at the beginning, he more or less had the idea of ​​using them to scout the way, to be in the rear, or even to step in, but the situation is different now after all.

On the side of the partnership, there were three of them, and most of them were killed or injured on his own side. If the people under him were to die in vain, even if the treasure was found, the things that followed would not be safe.

What's more, the organization here is changing, the way to come and the way to go back must be different. At that time, these subordinates will have other uses.

In the ancient passage, the lighting tools brought by the subordinates illuminate a small area as bright as day, and the light shines into the deep and dark distance ahead. Show off.

After walking for about 10 minutes, a stone room seemed to appear in front of them, and everyone's footsteps slowed down at the same time.

After so many experiences, everyone also understands that the mechanism in the passage is not the most terrifying, often in those stone chambers, there are strange creatures, unknown spells and ancient utensils as companions.

The people around Luo Bense folded the light sticks and threw them towards the stone room in front when the light was at its strongest.

Several people took turns throwing and throwing ten fluorescent sticks in, so that the scene in the stone room could be seen clearly, and Luo Bense took a few steps forward slightly.

There was a slight movement of the wind behind him, and he could hear the little squirrel jumping over, and it moved slightly to the side. The ancient sword in its sheath was lifted to that position.

The little golden squirrel nimbly leaped onto the scabbard and rushed into the stone room first.

The passage here was already quite wide, and the crowd didn't dare to touch those walls directly, leaving a little distance at the edge.

Just when the little golden squirrel jumped in, Lang Shiqi, who was originally in the second half of the crowd, came to Luo Bense's side from the narrow gap on the side with a light flash.

Luo Bense glanced at him, and vaguely felt that his body had suddenly become narrower just for a moment, and returned to normal when he was beside him.

The two strongest people in the team were both in front, and the crowd followed into the stone room one after another.

The shape of this stone room is quite special, it is not the square and four corners that they used to see, but is divided into eight walls.

There are ditches on the open ground, flowing blue liquid, dividing the ground of the entire stone chamber into an eight-sided pattern of equal similarity.

At the turn of each ditch, on the circled stone platform, there is a valuable ancient treasure.

There are gold, jade, and coral, as well as incense burners, ancient mirrors, and emerald ring walls. Even those who don't know how to know can guess the preciousness of these things just by looking at them.

And in the center of the stone room, there is a lonely black stone tablet.

One of Luo Bense's men breathed heavily and made a surprised sound, as if he had discovered something.

Compared with the ancient buildings they had explored before, this underground palace had almost no soil insect stains, water seepage cobwebs, and even the dust accumulated on the ancient objects was not that thick.

It is conceivable that there are extremely sophisticated ventilation facilities all year round, allowing the airflow to circulate here with some unknown things.

But after all, it is a thousand-year-old underground palace, with a very stale atmosphere, and the smell that seems to be moldy from the material of the wall and floor tiles has been lingering around everyone.

After going through several battles and losing their gas masks, they have been enduring this kind of smell that seems to be there but cannot be ignored.

However, after entering this stone room, those musty smells quickly faded away, replaced by an extremely fresh and pleasant air, refreshing one's mind after taking a breath.

The little golden squirrel was also extremely lively here, crossing ditches and walking up and down the stone platform. Suddenly, its two front paws picked up a ball that was about the same size as itself, leaped vigorously, and was caught by Lang Shiqi.

Luo Bense looked sideways, and his eyes couldn't help but froze.

If he read correctly, the ball should be a hollow and exquisite ball carved out of rhino horn.

This kind of treasure needs to be carved from a whole piece of material, relying solely on the craftsmanship of the craftsman. After carving out complex patterns on the outside, the inner part is divided into layers of spheres.

The outer shell must not be damaged, and the inner ball must be rounded, shaken, and the layers are distinct, to be considered qualified.

Luo Bense remembered that he had seen an ivory exquisite ball from the [-]th century in a certain museum. It was far less delicate than the one in front of him, but it could already be called the treasure of the town hall.

Holding the index finger of his left hand holding the scabbard, he couldn't help moving it, forced himself to restrain himself, and said with a smile: "This little thing seems to be lively for the first time since entering the underground palace. It also looks like the owner. Knowing this Your baby is extraordinarily rare, you have good eyesight."

"No!"

Lang Shiqi hugged the little squirrel, looked around, and said, "It's not because the baby is excited, but because the environment here relaxes it."

The treasure-hunting rat, who seeks good luck and avoids bad luck, has never been tense since entering the underground palace, but this place makes it feel extremely safe.

Lang Shiqi took a few steps forward, crossed the ditch between the stone chambers, circled half a circle, and stared at the stone tablet in the center.

On the stone tablet, there are four ancient characters engraved on the front and back, which read together, "When you see Fengshui, you can turn back".

Luo Bense also saw these words, and asked in a low voice: "So, this may be the most auspicious place in the entire underground palace, that is... the real treasure of the bearded man?"

Lang Shiqi said: "Maybe..."

"stop!"

Luo Bense suddenly pointed his halberd and shouted, "Put this thing down."

The strong man he pointed at was one of Lang Shiqi's two subordinates. He was holding a delicate rosewood-colored incense burner in his hand, and was about to stuff it into his half-opened backpack.

Luo Bense shouted loudly, his subordinates moved one after another, all the lighting lights fell on the strong man, and the atmosphere in the stone room became tense.

The strong man froze and looked at Lang Shiqi.

"Boss Luo, what do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, don't be nervous."

Luo Bense shook his hands, his eyes were sharp, and he kept his eyes on the two strong men, "I'm not trying to rob you, the things still belong to you, but this place is different from before. Before you take away all the ancient relics here, you have to give them to us first." I'll check it out."

Lang Shiqi nodded, and said gently: "Boss Luo is worried that the treasure you are looking for will be hidden in these things. It's okay, then check it."

Luo Bense waved his hand, and his subordinates spread out in a tight queue, each occupying a direction, some looking inward, some looking outward, surrounding the stone room with a vigilant look.

Luo Bense first asked for the Linglong set of balls, carefully looked them over several times, felt the weight, and could not see anything unusual, then started to check from the nearest stone platform.

Lang Shiqi stood still, holding the squirrel in his hands, but at some point, he stopped habitually stroking the squirrel's fur, and followed the things that Luo Bense inspected quietly with his eyes.

There are fewer and fewer things on the stone platform that have not been checked, and the scope of hiding treasures seems to be shrinking.

Lang Shiqi's sense of existence seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

When one of his subordinates turned his head, the light on his head swept across Lang Shiqi's body, illuminating his sportswear and the lower half of his face, and he was seen at the first glance, but swept over at the second , there is nothing in place.

The subordinate didn't notice it at all, and didn't feel any abnormality at all.

At this time, Luo Bense felt something, and looked back, Lang Shiqi was still standing there, smiling slightly at him.

Luo Bense's eyes narrowed for a moment, his left thumb rested against the sword grid, and the blade was quietly unsheathed half an inch, and his right hand continued to check the next stone platform.

When the last artifact is checked.

Those subordinates were still on guard calmly.

Luo Bense held the scabbard of his left hand, but the knuckles were already slightly white.

Lang Shiqi's sense of presence dropped again, his figure seemed to fade away, his eyes seemed to catch the last thing.

The sound of the unknown light blue liquid in the ditch, slightly flowing, became very clear to the ears of both of them at this time.

The last treasure is a piece of elegant porcelain like the blue sky after the rain.

Luo Bense turned the porcelain over and poured it down, but nothing was poured out. After shaking it, there was no sound, so he leaned forward to look at it, and it was empty inside.

After sighing in disappointment, Luo Bense turned around and looked at Lang Shiqi for a few seconds.

The two looked away together.

Not only did this stone room have eight walls, but besides the passage they had entered before, on the other seven walls, there seemed to be stone doors carved with beasts that could be turned.

Luo Bense ordered to push all those stone doors open.

Behind the stone gate is not the storage room he imagined, but one passage after another.

However, this most special layout makes this place even more like the center of the entire underground palace.

"If you see Feng Shui, you can turn back. It's a bit weird that we all came to this center and only saw this stone tablet to persuade you to turn back."

Luo Bense stared at the stele, approached it as he spoke, and greeted him, "Brother, you have seen a lot, why don't you come and see if there is any mechanism on this stele."

Lang Shiqi stroked the little squirrel's fur, but didn't refuse.

The two of them walked to the side of the stele, and Luo Bense was about to reach out to touch the stele to test it, when suddenly a warning sounded in his heart.

He subconsciously thought it was Lang Shiqi's attack, but when he touched the hilt of the ancient sword, he caught a glimpse of Lang Shiqi retreating and dodging from the corner of his eye.

The move that was supposed to cut towards Lang Shiqi changed in a hurry, and the blade of the sword was blocked behind.

Luo Bense's sword was drawn in a different way, and his arm was as fast as no shadow, but his sword was barely behind his back, and a huge penetrating force had already hit the blade.

The purple brilliance flickered and exploded behind him, causing his entire shadow to project black forward, his wrist trembled slightly, and the blade of the ancient sword pressed against his back, cold and vibrating.

The sound of the feather arrow colliding with the ancient sword spread.

In the violent and clear voice, there are seven purple traces in a row, like meteor showers in their own sequence, flying from the dark passage.

When the thunder was too fast to cover his ears, Luo Bense turned around and slashed, a not too long and generous ancient Qin sword, turning through the air, splitting seven feathered arrows in a row.

But the spiritual power poured into the feather arrow was so focused and profound that even though the shaft of the arrow had been cut into pieces, it still hit Luo Bense's body backwards and hit the stone tablet unexpectedly.

His men didn't react until this time, and shot into the passage at the same time.

Inside the passage, there was no arrow on the cupronickel bow, and the bowstring was drawn empty, but when the bowstring vibrated, a beam of purple halo was ejected, and opened in front, becoming a purple light curtain filling the entire passage.

Like the purple light arched by the canopy, supported by the white copper left hand, it gallops forward.

All the bullets that were thrown like sparks immediately slowed down and slowed down several times when they hit the purple light.

Although it still has a certain speed after passing through the purple light, which is similar to that of a four or five-year-old child throwing, but for cupronickel, there is no need to care about it.

Even if it hits the skin, it won't leave a scar.

The moment he rushed through the passage and stepped into the stone room, his eyes swept over the whole situation. There were four ordinary wooden arrows between his right fingers, and he put on the bowstring at the same time.

Crack! !
Dazed and startled, the four feathered arrows burst out together and exploded in mid-air.

The sawdust wrapped in spiritual power, like another rain of purple bullets, hit Luo Bense's men.

A few people moved like tigers and leopards and dodged in time, but most of them were hit by these wooden blocks with the spiritual power of charms.

"Ro! Ben! Se! Do you remember me?!"

After drawing the bow and blasting away those disturbing obstacles, the cupronickel asked in a sharp voice.

The sudden difficulty of breaking the family, with an immature physique of a young man, struggled several times in the mission world, preparing to master the power enough to survive and revenge.

When he finally saw his enemy in this tortuous and complicated underground palace, the thoughts of hatred in Bai Tong's heart seemed to gush out, condensing into a sharp arrow that was eager to be fired.

The spare arrows taken out from the Xiao Qiankun Technique had already been engraved with spells corresponding to different effects, and under the stimulation of spiritual power, they turned into purple rainbow lights and went through them.

Killing Order, Soul Destroyer Order, Ice Blood Order, Death Order of Gods and Ghosts!
All of them are the most lethal archery talisman orders in the technique of killing demons with the bow.

Robben was in a hurry, and retreated step by step while dodging.

His sturdy men, after surviving the disaster, hid behind the stone platform and raised their guns towards the white copper.

But before they pulled the trigger again, Guan Luoyang's figure was already like a cloud of blue mist, so fast that only a blurry image was left, sweeping between these people.

One of them was quite strong, and after blocking Guan Luoyang's palm, half of the stone platform collapsed, but he survived.

After Guan Luoyang killed the others, he came back and kicked him in the heart.

The man's eyeballs bulged a little, and when he was dying, Guan Luoyang paid some attention to Luo Bense, but his eyes mainly fell on Lang Shiqi.

In the intelligence dealer's information, there are many records about this treasure hunter, but none of them are the main points. There is only a three-star rating, and a vague statement that he is good at ancient martial arts and a certain type of qigong in East Asia.

Lang Shiqi was stared at by the enemy who appeared suddenly, his expression was heavy, but there was more than that hidden thoughts between the clustered brows.

The anxiety in his heart was more because the thing he was looking for was not in this stone room.

"Yes, a boy from the Bai family!"

Luo Bense recognized the cupronickel, Yu Guang found that his men had died within a few seconds, and Lang Shiqi's attitude was unclear.

"Hehe, how could I forget, isn't this sword originally a family heirloom of your family?"

Deliberately uttering provocative words, Luo Bense's mind turned suddenly, and he suddenly exerted all his strength, his body floated slightly, and stabbed with his sword.

When he started his family back then, he relied on this move, a sword technique passed down from which dynasty he doesn't know.

This sword also has a nice name, called Flying Immortal Outside the Sky, but when this sword intent is truly used, any enemy who has died or will die under this sword will all sigh in amazement.

That is definitely not a fairy!

——The man in the jacket, holding a thick ancient sword, stabs in the air for a moment, and the white air around him seems to turn into a goddess with ribbons soaring in the cold sky.

But just as the beautiful sword posture got closer and forced the two talisman arrows to slip away from him one after another, the white air was misty, the chill suddenly became thicker, and the speed of climbing was like a sharp sound in this dark and ancient underground palace. howl.

The streamer collapsed, Luo Chang was completely destroyed, and the flesh disappeared suddenly, leaving only the smiling skeleton flying with a sword!
(End of this chapter)