dragon hunter

Chapter 217 Qinglong Yanyue Knife
The thick stone gate was pushed open by the six of us with brute force.

A beam of light from the flashlight shone behind the stone door, and some objects placed inside made me freeze in place.

"Get rich, how much are these treasures worth?" Fatty Wang muttered to himself with dull eyes.

Along the way, I didn't come across a single decent funeral object, and all the valuable things were stored here.

"Go in and look for it. If you can find the "Funeral Sutra", the curse among us will be lifted." Li Xiaolei said excitedly.

Fatty Wang was so impatient, he wanted to go in with his elephant legs, but I reached out and grabbed him.

"Don't worry, I think there is something wrong inside." I frowned and stared at the tomb hall, always feeling something wrong, but I couldn't tell where it was wrong.

"What's wrong, take out any of those treasures, and you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life." Fatty Wang looked disapproving.

"The long wooden box in the middle feels very dangerous to me." I stared at the opposite side in amazement.

The Seventeenth Lord took a step forward, then backed away, with a solemn expression, and said, "Inside that box is a peerless and fierce soldier, with a very evil spirit."

"How about this, Shi Qiye and I will go over to explore first, and you stand still." I pondered for a while and made a decision.

The Seventeenth Master and I walked into the tomb hall cautiously, one on the left and the other on the right. Some of the objects placed inside were all priceless antiques.

However, those antiques always give people a lifeless feeling, which makes people subconsciously feel disliked.

I don't know anything about antiques, but I also know that a good antique should give people the feeling of heavy vicissitudes, not this unpleasant silence.

"The objects inside are all missing the 'soul', these things are untouchable." The Seventeenth Master said in a heavy voice.

I don't know why, so I turned my head and asked the Seventeenth Lord for advice.

"I can't say anything, it's an intuition cultivated from decades of exposure to antiques." Seventeenth Master said slowly.

I don't have any plans for those funerary objects, so I know that these things can't be touched, and I don't have any other ideas, but the long box in the middle always gives me a feeling of trepidation.

The long box was placed on a black tribute table, and in front of it was a bronze censer, which was filled with ashes.

As I got closer, I found that there was a piece of talisman paper pasted on the box. The brushwork was somewhat familiar, and it was very similar to the Shrinking Earth Inch Talisman in my arms.

The Seventeenth Master held the Yuchang Sword tightly, with a vigilant expression, leaned against me, and moved forward step by step.

I got closer and looked at the talisman paper. It was stained with some dust, but the runes were bright red without any trace of fading.

It's a pity that I don't have a deep study of runes, so I can't see what kind of talisman it is and what effect it has.

"Fierce soldier, there is such a strong smell of blood in the box." Seventeenth Master muttered to himself, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

I didn't feel anything, and I didn't smell any blood, but whenever I focused on the box, I felt a faint tingling sensation of being pricked by a needle.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, and the two half-remained candles on the table ignited faint green flames.

I don't know if my eyes were dazzled, but when I saw the box on the table, I shook it slightly, revealing a trace of evil spirit.

Afterwards, the talisman paper that sealed the box ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a pool of ashes and scattered on the tribute table.

I took a step back vigilantly, staring at the box nervously, not knowing what was going on.

"Be careful, the fierce soldier in the box gave birth to his own spirit." Seventeenth Master said hurriedly.

With a soft sound, the box opened automatically, and the things inside made my pupils shrink.

"Qinglong Yanyue Knife!" I lowered my voice and exclaimed, but I didn't expect that the box was actually a weapon of a martial artist.

I was stunned for a few seconds, a trace of doubt flashed in my eyes, the knife is indeed Qinglong Yanyue knife, looking at the traces of vicissitudes, it should be authentic, but the whole body of the knife is blood red all over.

A sound like a dragon chant came from the Qinglong Yanyue Saber and echoed in the tomb.

The icy cold and fierce aura made me involuntarily step back a few steps.

"I remembered, these things in the tomb are all sacrifices. This is a secret method to raise evil soldiers." The Seventeenth Master said in an excited tone against the fierce soldiers.

A figure condensed by the red mist appeared out of thin air, and he lifted the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in the box, with a fierce aura rising to the sky.

"Wu Sheng evil soul!" I looked at the figure that was exactly the same as Wu Sheng Guan Yu, and my heart felt like a huge wave.

"It seems that the second regret in the life of the ancestor Cao Cao was that he could not subdue Guan Yu even if he confessed his heart to his heart." The voice of the old farmer came from behind.

My heart tightened. Based on the three regrets in his life, Cao Cao set up three life-threatening tests in the mausoleum. This second test is definitely not easy.

The figure of the Martial Saint condensed by the blood mist is very strange, standing there motionless, with a fierce and fierce aura, it makes people dare not get close.

And that peerless murderous soldier Qinglong Yanyue Knife, with a bloody blade, is even more frightening.

The two sides confronted each other for half a second, and the Blood Fiend Martial Saint suddenly moved, swung the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, shouted the word "cut", and the sharp blade swept towards us with a strong wind.

The Seventeenth Lord took a step sideways and stood in front of me, holding the Yuchang Sword tightly, trying to block the sweeping weapon.

Amazement flashed in my eyes, the Qinglong Yanyue Saber was powerfully sinking, how could it be blocked with only a small dagger?

Worried that the Seventeenth Lord would be in danger, I raised my arm and threw the Gouyu sword vigorously, a green light flew towards the opposite side.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife is worthy of being a fierce soldier through the ages, just the evil spirit on the blade made my skin hurt.

The Seventeenth Master's back was like a tight bowstring, and the moment the Qinglong Yanyue Saber swept towards him, he used a clever force to deflect the fierce soldier in one direction.

The Gouyu sword pierced through the body of the Blood Fiend Martial Saint, and the opponent's body condensed by the mist fluctuated for a while, but he raised the knife again and slashed at us.

The old farmer was scratching his head anxiously. He didn't have a good weapon, so he couldn't help at all.

I stretched out my hand to recall the Gouyu Sword, and frowned subconsciously. The combination of the blood demon and the fierce soldiers on the opposite side was very tricky, and the opponent could not be defeated by ordinary means.

Seeing that the Seventeenth Master could barely block the opponent, I took a step back and quickly formed seals with both hands, wanting to see if I could use the ground fire seal to kill the evil spirit.

After a few seconds, I was stunned and found that I couldn't sense the energy of the earth veins at all, and then I remembered that our location may not necessarily be in the Yang world.

A muffled dragon chant sounded, and the figure of the Seventeenth Master flew out, a red shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the Qinglong Yanyue knife slashed at me head-on with endless evil spirit.

"Be careful!" Li Xiaolei exclaimed from behind.

I was so frightened that I was so scared that I wanted to back away to escape, but I was shocked to find that my body was firmly imprisoned by an invisible force.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of the old farmer, and rushed towards him at a high speed, but he was too far away to rescue him in time.

There was the sound of Fatty Wang chanting a mantra behind him, but by the time this guy finished chanting the mantra, I guess I would have been split in half.

A ruthless look flashed in my eyes, I bit my tongue hard, and sprayed a mouthful of pure Yang blood on the Gouyu sword, imitating Master Seventeen's previous movements, trying to pick off the murderous soldiers who came on the wrong side.

When the arm was raised vigorously, it felt that the Gouyu sword cut through a layer of things, and the strength that imprisoned the body was loosened a little.

I quickly adjusted the direction, moved to the side of the murderous soldier, held the Gouyu sword tightly with both hands, and slashed forward with all my strength.

The huge recoil force made my arm go numb. The Blood Fiend Martial Saint slashed through the air, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife deflected in one direction and swept over.

I only had time to take a step away, avoiding the frontal blade, and with numb hands, I tightly held the Gouyu sword and stood in front of me.

The long handle of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife collided with the Gouyu Sword in my hand, like being hit by a truck, and my body flew backwards.

"Huai Mu for life!" Fatty Wang finally finished chanting the incantation and shouted.

I rolled around a few times in embarrassment, got up and looked at the Blood Fiend Martial Saint, the evil spirit was fine, but Fatty Wang screamed, as if he had been backlashed.

In a blink of an eye, the Blood Fiend Martial Saint brought up an afterimage and rushed towards Fatty Wang, looking at this guy who was about to be torn to pieces by the fierce soldiers, my eyes were burning with anxiety.

A figure as nimble as a rabbit rushed over to block the Blood Fiend Martial Saint. It was the Seventeenth Master who had just been sent flying.

Li Xiaolei's second daughter stood outside the stone gate in a daze, and they were completely unable to help in the current situation.

Sweat was dripping from my forehead, the situation was very critical now, the evil spirit was revived like a martial sage, with the sharp Qinglong Yanyue knife, rampant, no one can block the fierce soldier's edge head-on.

The old farmer didn't know where he was, so he picked up a rusty copper rod and rushed to the side to share the pressure for the Seventeenth Lord.

I was about to rush over to support, when the sound of machine guns came from all around, which caught my attention.

I looked nervous, turned my face to the side, and saw four walls, each with a passageway.

In the pitch-black passage, a faceless man in bamboo armor came out pushing a bed crossbow.

My heart sank, I turned my head and glanced around, the bed crossbow appeared in four directions at the same time, and the faceless man standing behind him had no facial features and no expression, which made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

The arm-thick crossbow bolts on the bed crossbow provoked my tense nerves. These are ancient siege weapons.

"It's over, what's wrong with Fatty, he's dead this time." Fatty Wang collapsed on the ground.

The sound of "creaking and creaking" came, it was the sound of the bowstring on the bed crossbow being tensed, my heart jumped into my throat, and I rushed towards the bed crossbow on the opposite side.

"Fatty, if you want to survive, get rid of a bed crossbow quickly." I shouted without turning my head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Xiaolei's two daughters, and they ran towards the bed nearest to them.

The Seventeenth Lord is holding the Blood Fiend Martial Saint, if he is harassed by the crossbow on the bed, it will probably be a disaster.

I didn't say a word, right now I am racing against time, either the enemy will die or we will die.

Seeing the bowstring of the crossbow on the bed stretching gradually into a full moon, I felt anxious and threw the hooked jade sword in my hand.

(End of this chapter)