Kendo Venom

Chapter 1729 Three People and One Horse

According to rumors, when the world-destroying magic mist erupted again and was about to swallow the upper plane, a very unique thing happened in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion thousands of miles away in the depths of Yunding.

After noon that day, the Zhongshan Gate of the Cangjian Pavilion opened, and several shadows left one after another. The speed was not fast, so during this day, many people discovered their existence.

One was a lame young man holding a sword. The young man was leading a very thin and abnormal young horse, and immediately he was carrying a blue-clothed old man holding a gourd of wine in his hand, who looked as if he was drunk.

It's just that the shape of the old man is also very strange, the blue clothes are very inconsistent with his own size, a little smaller, even only reaching the thighs, compared with the old man's own age, it is very strange.

In addition to the young man leading the horse and carrying the old man on his horse, a young monk with a bald head and a wooden box in his hand was followed at the end, but his expression was very stiff, sometimes he laughed as if he was crying, and when he frowned and thought hard, But it always gives people a weird illusion.

This group of three people and one horse quickly left the range of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, went down the mountain gate, went straight to the Western Region, and then passed through the Western Region, all the way to the vicinity of the Dark Night Secret Realm.

At the entrance of the Dark Night Secret Realm, there are still many newly arrived cultivators trapped outside. Some cultivators are really not proficient in the way of the formation, and they are stuck outside because they can't break in by force.

There are also some cultivators who know some attainments in the formation, but are too lazy to do it by themselves, thinking that when a more powerful cultivator breaks the formation, they can follow in without any effort.

For the rest, most of them still join in the fun, if they can enter, they will enter, and if they can't, they will make up excuses at random to prevaricate their brothers and uncles in their sect, and then go back to the sect to continue their practice.

For them, no matter what happens in the Dark Night Secret Realm, as long as it doesn't affect them, then just let it happen, and it has nothing to do with them anyway.

There are also cultivators who hurried across thousands of miles to this area as soon as they heard about the Night Demon Race, just to enter the Dark Night Secret Realm earlier and find out.

The vast majority of cultivators are actually jittery, come in to take a look, and as long as they confirm that they can't handle it, they will immediately turn around and leave.

Back and forth, waiting and waiting, a strange combination of three people and one horse arrived.

At this moment, it was in the evening, and the sky was a bit like the crimson after a fire. The closer it was to the setting sun and the smoke and clouds, the more colorful it would be.

The afterglow shone on the three people and one horse, and it looked very strange. The light pulled their figures and shadows, and they walked over in twists and turns.

The young man held the sword in one hand, and his steps were a little slow and very difficult, but the distance he took with each step was just right, neither too much nor too little, and the gap was completely within one centimeter.

The old man on horseback hung the wine gourd on the back of his neck, smelling of alcohol, he asked, "Have you arrived yet?"

The bald young cultivator at the back seemed much more normal. When he was expressionless at the moment, he was the closest to a normal cultivator. After hearing the words, he answered quietly, elegantly and easy-going immediately: "Brother, we have arrived at the entrance."

The lame boy paused, and the skinny horse's hoof suddenly retracted, pulling and pulling, making the old man in blue almost roll off the horse's back.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he tightened his grip on the reins, managed to maintain a stable figure, and then turned over and got off the horse.

"Sure enough, just like the news I received, the demonic energy is already very strong. I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't take action."

Many cultivators around were shocked when they heard the conversation between the old man and the young man.

It doesn't seem so simple?You can tell the devilish energy at a glance, and you can also judge how strong the devilish energy is. This means that these two people must be extremely strong, and maybe they are the children of Tianjiao from an ancient force?
The old man looked like he should belong to the senior generation, and it seemed that he really attached great importance to this matter, so he actually came here in person.

Most of the rest of the cultivators are young cultivators who have just reached their thirties at most. It is indeed the first such an old man.

After listening to what they said, and taking a closer look, these cultivators are all afraid.

Could it be that the Night Demons are really about to recover?
How will it affect them, and will it lead to no more peaceful life from now on?
If this is the case, is it still too late to escape?
As soon as the thought came to mind, it turned out that the bald young cultivator who had looked quite normal until just now had a weird smile on his face.

Seeing his expression, the rest of the cultivators around were all shocked.

what's going on?
Why are there still people secretly laughing, who are these people with?

Just thinking about it, the bald young cultivator held the wooden box, took a step forward, stood side by side with the young skinny horse, and said, "It should be too late, otherwise this secret realm should have been sacrificed long ago. , since it still exists until now, it means that the ceremony has not been completed, and we still have a chance."

The side face of the old man in blue is very unusual. I don't know whether it is a drunk red color smudged by the sunset in the sky, or because he drank too much wine. From a distance, his face at this moment looks a bit like playing piano and singing in some restaurants and pavilions. someone's girl……

"Go in!" The blue-clothed old man seemed to have sensed something, at this moment he squeezed his face vigorously, and said decisively.

The lame boy and the bald young cultivator nodded at the same time, and then the three of them walked to the front of the entrance together with the horse.

After that, the three of them stopped at the same time.

The three looked at each other for a long time, after all, it was the lame boy who asked first, "Who will crack this formation?"

The old man in blue laughed for a while, patted his head and said: "When the old man told me to come out, he gave me a lot of water, and now he has no strength to break through. I will leave this kind of thing to you young people." Come on, work hard."

The bald young man continued to laugh strangely at this moment: "Little Martial Uncle only asked me to protect you, he didn't say to break the formation, why don't you discuss it again?"

The lame boy hesitated for a long time, looked at the sword he was holding, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother said, unless you are dealing with the night demons, you can't draw this sword, and I can't either."

"..."

When the practitioners nearby heard this, their expressions were similar to those of the skinny horse.

They all stared wide-eyed, with puzzled and perplexed faces, and a big question mark appeared in their hearts.

When I first came here, all of them looked like immortals descending, and they all seemed to be very powerful hidden masters. Why did they all start to resist when it was time to break the formation? Is it reliable or not? ?
Especially that skinny horse. At this moment, a small hand quietly appeared on the horse's back, pressing the bamboo slip, thinking and writing on it.

"I don't want to sell the fairy roots brewed in the master's wine, and I don't want to sell the beads of the junior uncle. The sword of the sword fairy is too rigid, and it won't be flexible. There may be accidents during this trip. I hope that all the brothers and sisters can come here." Think of another way in the Hidden Sword Pavilion—”

Just after writing this paragraph, I only heard a loud bang in front of me...

The entrance to the barrier opened automatically, and the expressions of the three people who were still refusing suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)