Hidden Blade

The earth is shaking.

Trembling with the steps of the dark army in the distance.

Meng Liang looked at the army that was getting closer and closer. He could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He looked at Xu Han and Wang Yangming beside him, and felt that his throat was dry.

"What, sir, did you say that we should take the sword with us?" Mengliang asked cautiously.

Wang Yangming, dressed in white, was wandering in the night. When he heard the speech, he looked at Meng Liang and said in a calm tone: "Dayan sword rhyme stresses that we should never move forward. If we go, we should leave earlier. If we don't fight at the moment, the heart of your sword will be broken, and the sword spirit that has been condensed into its embryonic form will also be damaged. At that time, it will be more difficult for you to enter the fairyland from this place."

Wang Yangming's reprimand can be described as merciless, Meng Liang Wen Yan can only chat up the words: "a joke, a joke."

As the black army drew closer and closer, the sparse starlight of the southern wilderness shone on the armour of those soldiers, reflecting the dark light. With their bodies, they rushed to the sword tomb with the momentum that spread from them. The momentum was so vast that it was like a black cloud that covered the whole sword mausoleum.

Meng Liang's eyes showed that all the warriors in black armor were young girls no more than 20 years old. He could remember clearly that when they forced to break through Jingxiu pass, there were only a few hundred holy sons and soldiers who nearly buried them. At the moment, the black army was at least 50000. With such a powerful force, he could not imagine how they could compete with it.

Am I going to die here today?

He could not help but feel this way in his heart. He looked at Xu Han beside him, hoping to find a trace of empathy with him.

However, to his disappointment, Xu Han's face is still, and there is nothing wrong with him. Not only is Xu Han like this, but even Qin Keqing, who is beside him, does not see any abnormality, even the Wai Wu and xuan'er are.

Probably because of this, Meng Liang straightened himself up at that time and suppressed the emotion in his heart. After all, the elder martial brother couldn't compare with the younger martial brother?

While Meng Liang was thinking about this, the vast army in front of him suddenly stopped, and a road was opened up among the Oracle soldiers. A beautiful black monk with a strong and a thin body came out of the armour at that time.

Looking at the direction of the sword tomb, the monk said in a loud voice: "if you ask about the rumors in the river and lake, the mountains in Tiandou city will soar, and if you ask who can hold the ears of the ox, you will find the ancient stream of the sword mausoleum in the South!"

"I have a chance to come here today. I wonder if Wang Jianxian would like to see me?"

In the dark sword mausoleum, there was silence, until more than ten minutes later, an old and energetic voice suddenly sounded.

"It's a guest from afar. Why not?"

As soon as this saying goes down, a figure in white suddenly escapes from the direction of Jianling, turning into a streamer and falling straight in front of the black monk.

The old man's clothes were scattered, his whole body was clean and clean, and his demeanor was extraordinary. He was enchanting at a glance.

But the black monk looked up and down at the old man, but his eyebrows showed a different color. He could not help saying: "I can't imagine that the so-called Wang Jianxian is such a thing."

Hearing this, the old man did not get angry. He squinted at the monk and said, "I can't believe that the master of Senluo hall is such a thing."

The Zen in their words is not understood by others, and they are also tacit.

Black clothes and Shang Wen also don't pay attention to it. He looks back and says, "what does Wang Jianxian think of my 80000 army?"

Wang Yangming's eyes swept over the 80000 silent young girls one by one, and finally shook his head: "when Dali Dynasty destroyed the country, why didn't the emperor of Li Dynasty try his best to turn the tide and help the building to tilt? Two hundred thousand cavalry troops came to the gate of my sword tomb. What happened at last? "

"Two hundred thousand white bones have fallen in the southern wilderness. Thousands of years have passed, and they have already become yellow sand."

"So, 80000 people want to break my sword tomb..."

"I'm afraid it's not enough."

The monk in black smiles: "Wang Jianxian is a hero. One can break a million divisions. Although the people in Central Plains have no chance to hear this story, I still know it."

"I've always respected the reputation of the sword immortal. Naturally, I won't disturb Wang Jianxiu with 80000 ordinary beetles?" The monk in Black said so, but the rest of the corner of his eyes looked at the thin man beside him.

The man felt the monk's eyes and nodded slightly. Then his fingers under his sleeve jumped like playing with strings, with a strange regularity.

And it is with his move that the eyes of the 80000 warriors behind him suddenly burst with blood.

Their bodies began to expand, their mouths began to spread a hoarse low roar, purple scales covered their skin, majestic cold breath from their bodies crazy rush out.

So after a few decades of breathing, the 80000 army turned into a huge purple monster at that time. They kept roaring, as if to vent the fierce anger in their bodies. 80000 such monsters stand together, no matter whether it is the momentum or the magnanimous appearance, none of them gives people a sense of oppression that is almost suffocating.At that time, Xu Han and others jumped to the side of Wang Yangming's body and looked at the monsters with dignified faces. But the figure of a few people in front of the monster army is so small and insignificant.

At that time, the monk in black slightly bowed down and squinted at Wang Yangming. He said with a smile, "I wonder if such an army of 80000 can enter the sword immortal's eye?"

"The old man... This loser does not lose the array, or I will kill their spirit?"

At that time, Meng Liang stuck it to Wang Yangming's ear and whispered.

"How?" Wang Yangming raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Meng Liang, with a smile, stretched out his foot and gently kicked Xu Han's wailing. He said, "black dog, aren't you going to grow up? To frighten them

As a wolf king, the wolf king's voice seemed to be greatly insulted. He turned his head to Mengliang and showed his teeth. It seemed that he was going to rush to Mengliang in the next moment. Meng Liang was so frightened that he could only give up the idea and look at xuan'er on Xu Han's shoulder. However, xuan'er narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, which was quite like I didn't care about you.

Meng Liang had no choice but to close his mind and look at Wang Yangming. He said in a cowardly way: "master... Or... You can come by yourself..."

Wang Yangming glared at him fiercely, but the next moment there was a burning light in the old man's eyes.

He was agitated by a white robe and resisted by a sword.

His body rose suddenly.

Dang!

A clear sound of sword suddenly rings from the sword mausoleum behind him. A long sword rises from the sword Mausoleum as if inspired. The great sword spirit rushes out like the river water. The bright sword light also shines from the sword body of the long sword, which is dazzling, like stars.

Meng Liang was stunned. He not only turned his lips, but said: "this is a good posture, but one person is still no more than 80000..."

Meng Liang's words stopped at that moment.

Dang!!!

A more clear sword sound rose again, one followed by another. Soon, the sword sound gathered like a sea and echoed through the southern wilderness for a long time.

After that, tens of thousands of magic swords rose from the sword mausoleum. The sword's meaning was surging, like the tide rising and the clouds falling. The light of the sword was as bright as the stars, shining the night like the day.

"My southern wild sword mausoleum, guarding the fierce sword for thousands of years."

"A man is a sword, and a sword is a man."

"Gentlemen..."

Wang Yangming's white hair fluttered, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, which was very impressive.

With the sound of his words, many figures appeared on the tens of thousands of long swords. They were male or female, old or young, but without exception, the whole body of the sword was pure and incomparable.

When they emerged, they held their swords one after another. The light of the sword shining on the sword mausoleum was a little brighter, which was almost dazzling and hard to be seen directly.

After that, tens of thousands of swordsmen were silent, and their swords were erected in front of them one after another. They said to Wang Yangming, "yes

"In the name of the sages of the sword mausoleum, take the road of life as the order."

"Wang Yangming, the younger generation, dare to ask you to protect the sword mausoleum with me!"

As soon as this saying fell, the tens of thousands of sword spirits who were bathed in the sword light one after another, their faces were cold, and the divine light in their eyes flashed. At that time, they responded in unison.

"Do you dare to die! The sword is in the tomb, the tomb is dead, and the sword is dead! "

The voice gathered on the sword mausoleum, resounding through the southern wilderness.

Just like the dazzling sword light all over the sky, burning like the sun in the sky!

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