Chapter 47 Hundred Soldiers School

Fantasy world.

Broken Blade Plains.

The wind and sand spread all over the field and hit me.

Brings bursts of tingling sensation.

And there are two figures walking forward in the wind and sand.

"Teacher, how long do we have to go?"

A young man who looked to be in his twenties asked with a pale face.

Beside him, the old man, who was as straight as a green pine and had bulging muscles, snorted coldly.

"We, the Hundred Soldiers School, cut off the limbs and disfigured the body.

I can't bear even this little pain.

"And if you use the evil energy of hundreds of soldiers to temper your body and melt the evil energy into your body, you can learn my secret skills of cutting off the flow of water and killing invisible objects..."

"Then you can only come to this Hundred Soldiers Tomb. If you can get the approval of a Hundred Soldiers Broken Blade, you can not only absorb its evil spirit, but also gain the memory and insights of the Broken Blade's remnant spirit."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched as he looked at the broken blades flying in the sky in the distance.

The old man's face changed, and he was a little unsure.

The terrifying buzzing sound of weapons resounded.

"Teacher, can you control those two?" the young man asked again, rubbing his eyes.

As you get older, your eyesight is not as good as that of young people. This is a reflection of the decline of body functions on your soul and spirit.

How do you climb the path of the Arms Bearer?!"

The old man snorted, "Go faster. If you want to master your weapon attack method, you need to absorb the evil energy of hundreds of soldiers."

The young man felt the terrifying sword sounds and evil aura behind him. Because he ran so fast, his face was deformed. "Well...Teacher, didn't you say that Broken Blade Plain is generally very safe?"

I secretly complained in my heart, "How dare I deceive my master and destroy my ancestors? I'm afraid that if I hadn't had this clue, I would have been exposed by you, the old man."

"..."

After the old man confirmed it, he cheered loudly and said with a smile, "You stupid boy, you are really lucky. If I can lay the foundation for you with two broken blades, I don't think your achievements will be even higher in the future!"

"I will contain a broken blade, you can concentrate on dealing with one first..."

The young man opened his mouth subconsciously, and the wind blew the sand into his mouth. He spat it out of the sieve twice, and asked quickly, "Teacher, did you see anything jumping past just now?"

"Contain the ass!"

"How the hell do I know!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw his teacher's face turned livid and he yelled, "His grandma's! It's a rabbit from the Yongyue School! The riot in the Tomb of Soldiers must have been caused by this guy!"

But the human body eventually has its limits. There are so many invisible and weird things in this world that your flesh and blood body cannot even touch. Unless you are holding some magical weapon, otherwise you will have no choice but to run away if you encounter them. , or just sit back and wait for death..."

The sky was full of broken blades, a mass of darkness, covering them with an extremely violent attitude.

Even the sky was dyed black.

The young man couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't it that the empire is promoting some new martial arts among the military and inspectors, which is safe and scientific, and is also inherited from the "army bearers"..."

"How could I accept you idiot! This is the Broken Blade Riot!

Run away quickly! If you can’t get out, we will both be here as fertilizer!”

The young man muttered, "Is it that scary? I have lived for so many years and I have never seen anything like that..."

The old man squinted his eyes and felt carefully.

"That's because you're lucky. You've been by my side all the time, and you don't dare to come near anything unusual."

Suddenly, they saw a dark shadow swooping past them in the moonlight.

The young man smiled even more proudly, "Teacher, look at the one next to you, is there another broken blade?"

The old man was so angry that he slapped the young man on the head.

"Okay, what? Do you want another one?"

"Two handfuls?"

"Barely enough..."

"Teacher, why do we have to absorb this evil spirit of hundreds of soldiers?"

The black-red evil spirit formed a tornado, setting off wind and sand and cutting everything violently.

"We, Duanshui Shui, belong to the Hundred Arms School, one of the oldest traditions, and one of the orthodox traditions that have been passed down for thousands of years!"

The old man turned his head and looked into the depths of the plain, "We, the soldiers, have practiced martial arts and killing techniques, and have acquired an invincible physique.

The young man was scolded by the old man and his head was buzzing. Nono admitted his mistake.

"Another possibility is that someone used some special means to do something to the Broken Blade?"

"Ahaha, it turns out I'm lucky."

"Where are the three?"

The young man's face turned bitter, "I don't dare, I don't dare,"

The young man scratched his head and giggled, then rubbed his eyes, pointed forward and said, "Hey, it seems that my luck is more than that."

The enthusiastic school? The young man was about to ask when he suddenly felt a chill behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that the dead souls were coming out.

"The wind and sand in the Hundred Soldiers' Tomb contains the iron-blooded evil spirit of hundreds of soldiers' deaths. It is very beneficial to the training of your own spiritual soul. Please bear with it a little longer."

"But, I came just in time!" The old man's eyes burst out with intense expression.

"What nonsense new martial arts and ancient martial arts are just a branch of the group of deviant people who defected to the empire."

Seeing that the old man continued to chatter, the young man quickly pointed to a small black dot that appeared in front of him.

The old man glared and kicked the young man on the butt, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As a result, the master and the apprentice began to run as fast as they could.

The old man sneered and said, "If you really encounter a monster that can steal souls and take lives, with your current strength, you won't be able to escape!"

He said slightly surprised.

The young man just wanted to say something.

This thing can only be found on some ancient weapons that have been passed down for a long time and have been battle-tested.

"The evil spirit is spreading... It is indeed a hundred weapons and swords. It's strange. Logically speaking, shouldn't it be in a state of slumber?"

"I came here this time, but I came here to find Hundred Weapons Broken Blade for you. I didn't even cry out in pain, so you screamed over there?"

"This thing is not easy to find. You will encounter it as soon as you enter the fantasy world. You are really lucky. Be prepared to face the Broken Blade and gain its recognition..." the old man warned.

The old man frowned, feeling that something was not right.

"Teacher, can you help me contain these?" the young man asked, pointing to the dark area in the distance.

"But how come the rabbit is so dark?"

But you can’t buy this kind of thing if you have money, let alone I don’t have money.”

The old man spat in the sand and said, "The Broken Blades in the Hundred Soldiers Tomb are sleeping most of the time. Even if someone breaks in and wakes up one or two of them, as long as they are defeated in a head-on battle, there will be no big problem.

This situation will never happen... No!"

"Four?"

"Are you saying this now because you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

"Huh? Really? Why do you want to do it again?"

"Teacher, look quickly. Is the one in front of you the one you mentioned?"

"Teacher, don't talk about this. It seems that those broken blades behind are running up?!"

The old man's expression turned ugly, and he lifted the back of the young man's neck.

Running and cursing at the same time.

"Damn rabbit, don't let me catch you! Otherwise I will skin you and make a rabbit fur coat!"
Chapter completed!