Infinite martial arts new world

() The crypt in front of Di Qinglin was deep and dark. With the help of a weak light, one could see a forest of knives below from the hole on the ground. Dozens of steel knives covered with serrations were inserted into the crypt with their blades facing upwards. At the bottom, it seems to be the jagged sharp teeth of the mouth of a giant beast.

In the darkness a little further below the cave, many figures could be vaguely seen.These figures seemed to be under the magic of immobilization, standing motionless in the darkness, without making a sound, not even the sound of breathing.

How can a person not breathe?Could it be that the 'guardians' of these crypts have become the legendary tortoise sucker in martial arts, who can breathe through the pores of the skin?And what is enough to make so many masters who have become turtle suckers gather in a dark cave?

Are they here to guard some amazing secrets and riches, or are they guarding the entrance to hell?

After all, Qinggong has no way to turn a person into a real bird. Even if a person with high Qinggong is unprepared, he will definitely fall into this forest of knives if he falls directly from the flap.There were already several corpses in the knife forest. The corpses maintained the posture before death, but for some reason they did not rot and stink.But among these corpses, there was no Yang Zheng's.

Di Qinglin had already expected this. During the confrontation just now, Yang Zheng used his internal strength to push open the flap and fell down on his own initiative.Since he had seen the forest of knives under the crypt, he would not take the initiative to seek death.

Di Qinglin smiled with a half-smile, no one knew the power of that knife better than him. Although Yang Zheng escaped the disaster of breaking his arm, his arm could no longer lift any weapon for two months, killing the owner of the parting hook, It's just a matter of time.

The crypt was too big and too dark, Di Qinglin turned around and raised a candle, then jumped into the cave and landed outside the forest of knives.

The light of the candles illuminated the crypt, and the gloomy crypt suddenly became lively. The whole crypt turned out to be a banquet hall. Outside, the hall was full of people, and a grand banquet was being held.

There are men and women, adults and children, some of them are sitting at the table drinking, some are whispering, some are dancing, some are competing in martial arts, some seem to be too drunk to rest on the table, and some even come to It was too late to get off the horse, and a white horse was still leading behind him.

These people wore the most splendid clothes, the men carried their famous weapons, and the women wore their most magnificent jewelry, and they attended the banquet with the most solemn posture.

Although there are many people here, none of them are unknown people. If there are people who often hang out in the rivers and lakes here, you will be surprised to find that among these people are not only famous heroes, but also gorgeous women who have attracted countless men. Ji, there is a child prodigy who can make poetry in ten steps, and a hermit with great virtue who sees through the world.

Even Heshuo hero Wan Junwu is here.He stood in a corner of the cave, leaning on the wall with one hand, pressing the other into his throat, bent over as if he was vomiting from drinking too much.He still had the purple gold fish scale knife hanging on his waist.

With so many people gathered together, there should have been a lot of movement, but there was no sound in the crypt, not even the faintest sound of breathing.It wasn't quiet at all, it was terrifying.

Although these people have different identities and actions, they all have two common characteristics.

No matter what they are doing, people who drink too much and want to vomit, people who drink boldly, people who snuggle in a man's arms, people who are late and sorry, no matter how different their appearance and body shape are, but their faces The facial expressions are almost exactly the same.

Cold and indifferent, half a smile is not a smile.

The kind of expression that only dead people have.

Their eyeballs are full of turbid gray-white, the eyeballs of dead people.

No wonder there is no sound of breathing. It turns out that all the people here are dead.

Since Di Qinglin entered the crypt, his whole state changed immediately.

He started to get excited, the cold and indifferent expression on his face was replaced by a faint blush, he walked through the dead people holding a candle, looking at these dead people with tender eyes, like a child seeing The most beloved toy, a man reunites with his long-lost wife.

"Yang Zheng, where are you?" Di Qinglin called softly.

He walked slowly through the dead, and walked up to a swordsman in blue. The candlelight illuminated the pale face and the empty eye sockets of the big man. He raised his pale hand, and gently stroked the big man's face, intoxicated He said to himself: "Oh, you're not Yang Zheng, you're Dian Cang Yijian, my best friend before the age of 20."

Walking up to a stunning dancer, Di Qinglin caressed her pale long hair, and said emotionally: "I have said long ago that you are more beautiful after death than when you were alive. Do you see that I am not so beautiful?" I lied to you, how could I be willing to lie to you?"

After finishing speaking, he actually leaned over and kissed the dancer girl's bright red lips lightly.

He walked through the crowd all the way, and every time he passed a corpse, he would say a few words to the corpse, as if he was really chatting with a friend or lover.

Suddenly someone flashed past in the darkness in the distance.

"So you're there!" Di Qinglin shouted excitedly: "Don't go, there are still many vacant seats here, why don't you stay and be with my most beloved babies!"

When he said "in" in the last sentence, his body began to move, like a dexterous fish swimming through the crowd, and when he said "together", he was already more than ten feet away.

"Together, together, together..." Di Qinglin's voice echoed in the cave.

The black shadow in the distance flashed again, passing over the huge banquet table in the cave. The two sides of the table were full of people, and they were not dissatisfied at all when someone passed over their heads, and they still kept their drinks. The posture is motionless.

Di Qinglin immediately jumped up.

Finally someone expressed dissatisfaction.

When Di Qinglin was in mid-air and had nowhere to draw his strength, the corpse lying on the table under him suddenly raised its head.

Not only the head, but the body of the corpse rose straight from the bottom up to the sky!Like a zombie.

But how could the corpse raise its head, how could the eyes of the zombie be so radiant!

A beam of sword light erupted like a volcano from the center of the earth, and went straight to Di Qinglin. Yin.

Su Yang's hand tightened, and the green steel sword had pierced into Di Qinglin's body.

But this was not enough. At the same time, Su Yang's other hand had already pinched Di Qinglin's ankle to death like iron tongs, and pulled it down fiercely.

A strange weapon suddenly emerged from under the table, blocking Di Qinglin's falling path.

Parting hook, Yang Zheng's parting hook!

Yang Zheng was under the table, and who was the figure more than ten meters away from the table just now? Could it be that the corpses here have condensed their grievances and become ghosts seeking revenge from Di Qinglin?

Di Qinglin let out a strange cry, his body trembled slightly, and he swung his knife to chop off at his ankle.

When Ying Wuwu was hugged by Yang Zheng's legs, he chopped off Yang Zheng's hands, and Di Qinglin was even more ruthless, he chopped off his own feet directly.

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