Immortal Sword Master

The sky was gloomy and dark, and large black clouds seemed to fall down at any time. Tumbling thick.

On the dark earth, the hills are rolling, the ground is not grassy, ​​only black stones and mud are mixed.

Garbage and debris are scattered in some places, not knowing whether it is wood or metal.

Click.

A black boot accidentally stepped on a piece of metal and made a crisp noise, and the piece was broken directly.

Quietly, a troop-like black man was slowly climbing over a hill and rushing towards a broken building ruin in the distance.

In the black men's team, everyone was carrying a sword or baggage, wearing a black raincoat on his body, his head down and silently covering his head.

The one who walked in the middle was at this time slightly over his head, looking to the right, revealing a half-white chin.

A flash of light flashed, and the man gently lifted a corner of the raincoat cloak, revealing some scholarly weak faces. It is Lin Xin who left Zongmen.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a command from the front of the team was a full-bodied middle-aged voice.

The whole team stopped quickly.

"Bottoms."

Everyone quickly tore off the black raincoat cloak.

Lin Xin also quickly pulled off his raincoat, exposing the black strong suit worn below.

"You said, this listening to the sword conference is to pull us up in the middle of the night, and take a boat all the way for three days and three nights, to such a broken place?" A disciple whispered.

"It's okay, I heard from the brothers who participated in it before, that every two years when I listen to the sword conference, I usually choose a different underground cave for trial, but this time we are a little farther away." Another person answered.

"Our team is still good. They still have to take the road. Alas, I don't know how long it will take to catch the boat."

"Did they not go all the way?"

"How many teams are there? They are entering from other entrances."

Lin Xin listened thoughtfully, folded the raincoat silently, and bundled it into a backpack. He asked the tailor to design a backpack for himself, which is similar to the mountaineering bag used before. It is very strong and has a large capacity.

At this point, it had been a month since he got the instrument, and there had been no movement at the sword meeting, but just a few days ago, a person suddenly came out in the middle of the night to wake up all the disciples and take everyone directly to the road.

If it were n’t for the usual proof of Masters and elders, plus the powerful strength of this guy, and the explanations of the older brothers and sisters who had participated before, it is estimated that no one would leave the gate directly with a guy of unknown origin.

Lin Xin also just hurriedly packed things, then left the team, boarded a large ship, each got a black raincoat cloak, and then drifted all the way.

It took three days to pass over a few towns and pass through a large uninhabited wasteland to such a desolate and weird place.

"Everyone is ready." The leader's voice came again. "Keep going."

The sound interrupted Lin Xin's memories, and he walked for a distance. He looked up and looked forward. The team had entered a place like a town ruin, surrounded by broken walls, and, strangely, all black. Stone was built.

The team slowed down, walking slowly through the ruined town.

Hiss ... Someone suddenly heard a trace of air-conditioning.

Lin Xinxun's reputation looked slightly shocked.

Behind a broken wall on the right side of the team stood a cross wooden frame, with a rotten black body tied to it.

The corpse opened its mouth, his skin rotted, exposing the black muscle lines underneath, only a black hole was left in one eye, and some of his legs did not know where it had fallen. Only the knees remained.

"This is skinning ... torture ..." Lin Xin whispered. She lifted her head, revealing a fair-skinned, fair-skinned face.

"Mrs. Xiao, in such inaccessible places, there are skinners. There is no doubt that there are most likely the monks of the Modao Zongmen. I don't know why Zongmen chose this place for trial?" Another person added Come whispering, worried.

"I don't know." Xiao Lingling shook her head, the same glance flashed in her eyes, she glanced at Lin Xin. "Brother Lin, have you been in contact with monks in the Taoism, and you don't know what you know about them?"

Lin Xin shook his head.

"I have only been in the sect for less than a year just like you. Now I am practicing on the second floor. How can I find out and consult other information. The spiritual mission is too late. As for the monk, I have no chance to contact." He faintly remembered the mule who died under his own hands.

This time he entered the third floor and entered the innate thing. In fact, only a few people knew it. In addition, he had been alone in Zongmen. Even if he later participated in the mission, his informed teammates died. Leading to know what he really cultivated, just a few senior people.

It is just that the cave listening to the sword conference can be attended regardless of the practice. The third-level practice may not be concealed, but most disciples who are not well informed can also have unexpected effects and can save combat power as much as possible.

Therefore, he simply converged his breath in a hidden array, and it seemed to work well, but Xiao Lingling couldn't even see it.

"Our level is too low, but unfortunately we cannot squeeze into the circles of those brothers, we can only hold each other." Another person approached.

These people are all Xiao Lingling's personal friends, and they are all men. Obviously, she is a preparatory suitor who is attracted by her appearance.

"Unfortunately ... if you are still in the gang, you can also march with the gang masters."

"It's useless, since you have already got rid of Lingzhu Gang, don't say such frustrated words. Brother Brother Guang is here, and we are holding the group together, it is not without the power of a battle." Xiao Lingling's eyes turned toward a tall one in front left The man smiled Yingying.

"Linger, rest assured that with me, I will keep you safe." Brother Guang smiled confidently and acted calmly.

"Here it is." A voice came from before.

The entire team stopped suddenly, there were more than a dozen wooden-frame peeling corpses on the side, and the atmosphere of the whole team was slightly quiet, and everyone was vigilant.

Lin Xinchao looked forward and saw that the front of the line was a small stone cottage that had collapsed in half. The entrance without the door was dark and there was no light. From time to time, a cold wind blows.

Leading the team was a skinny old man with a goatee. He was also in black and had three blood scars on his right cheek, looking fierce.

"The old man's culprit is the supervisor of this entrance. Immediately there will be a guardian of the trial entrance. It is the deacon of the base. Pay attention to the etiquette.

"Yes." The team responded in a piecemeal manner.

The culprit shook his head slightly, as if disappointed with team discipline. The whole team stood in ruins and waited.

Some people also simply start to practice inner qi, while others silently check whether they are prepared for problems.

Others are close to each other and started to form small groups.

The gang members in the team became groups, and scattered people also formed small groups. At once, the whole team was divided into six parts by forty or fifty people.

The Lingzhu Gang and the Poison Gang were all led by people, each pulling a bunch of people over, and the remaining four groups were scattered.

Lin Xin stepped aside alone and was preparing to act alone. There were also several plans like him, all looking or arrogant, or silently waiting.

"Brother Lin? Why don't you act with us? You can also take care of it easily." Xiao Lingling came over and whispered.

"Are we together?" Lin Xin was about to decline, and he made an appointment with Kong Yuhui and Cheng Ruofei, who had a plan. But as soon as the words were ready to exit, it felt like someone was secretly staring at himself in the dark.

After thinking about it, before meeting with the two, first with Xiao Lingling and others, you can also avoid being in danger and exposing your strength prematurely. When I met Kong Yuhui and others, I was out of the team myself.

"Yes, but I have made a few friends and I want to be with them. I may have to leave myself when I meet someone." He said in advance.

"It's okay." Xiao Lingling is just an ordinary disciple. Where can I find Lin Xin's tossing record during this time? After all, these things must be kept secret.

"You will be able to leave by then, and now there is one more person to take care of." What she sees is that Lin Xin, like Brother Guang, is a master on the second floor. Although the gap is not large, it is also a considerable amount of combat power.

In this group of low-level disciples, the only eye-catching ones are these two second-level and third-level masters. The third level are in the Lingzhu Gang and the Poison Gang group.

After that is the best of the second floor. There are only five of them, Brother Guang is one of them.

In such a low-level group, the people around him are not as good as themselves, and they stand out from the crowd, naturally Brother Guang also has some self-confidence.

Seeing Xiao Lingling's enthusiasm for Lin Xin so easily, he coughed, a little dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, and was about to speak.

Flutter flutter ...

Suddenly a crowd of black shadows flew overhead, mixed with the sound of huge wings flapping.

In the sound of trembling, everyone was startled.

"Stop! Brother Ouyang Zongmen is here!" The leader of the team yelled.

The disciples were then relieved.

The same is true of Lin Xin. When the black shadow flew overhead, the sudden huge wind and oppression made him congenitally difficult to breathe. Even he was taken aback, let alone other low-level practitioners.

When he heard the culprit speak, he hurriedly looked forward.

The group of black shadows just landed slowly next to the culprit. It was a white dove that was two feet high.

The eyes of the white giant pigeon are dark red, and the feathers are white, and there is no trace of mottled. Falling down and squatting on the ground, motionless, very quiet.

It's like an ordinary white pigeon that has been magnified countless times. The dark red eyes stare at the team, giving a feeling of coldness.

On the back of the dove was a middle-aged woman, dressed in white, blinded by one eye. Instead of carrying a sword, she held a wine gourd in her hand, and gazed coldly while drinking.

"I'm the entrance guardian. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com You don't need to know who I am, as long as you know the rules of this trial. Whoever finds the twenty blood beast skulls and then walks out of the cave alive, even if it passes Trial. "

"Of course, the more the skull gets, the more natural it gets."

After speaking, she ignored the reaction below, took a sip of wine and closed her eyes.

The culprit grinned and smirked at the woman and turned to the crowd.

"There are four entrances and exits. You can choose any one to go out. Remember, the rule is that within one month, all the skulls will come out alive. I don't want to see each other killing each other and leaving the same door. There are ten **** silver skulls Ordinary skulls, transparent skulls can be worth ten silver skulls. "