Although Yun Xiaotian's movement skills are fast, the blood evil aura of this ancient corpse is too strong, and he does not dare to get close easily.
The corpse's defense was extremely strong. Qin Jiaozhi was forced to eat several swords but she was not hurt at all. At first, she couldn't let go of her hands and feet, for fear that the sword energy would destroy the stone room, until the sword energy fell on the stone wall and was resolved by an invisible force.
Only then did she completely let go of her hands and feet, thinking that it was the sealing power of her ancestors.
The black samurai has a powerful sword, and with one strike, a bloody light appears. If this person were alive, he would definitely be an unmatched killer on the battlefield, but after all, he is only in the form of a corpse now. Although his force is strong, he lacks the ability to be on the scene.
With adaptability, the three of them avoided his sharp edge. Qing Liang flew over the white crane and kept diverting his attention. Qin Liao jumped around and his sword energy kept killing his resentment. Yun Xiaotian finally found an opportunity and swung the discus.
, and cut off his head with a click.
Qing Liang's toes dropped from the crane's body. He was about to step forward to take a look at his blade, but Qin Liaozhi hurriedly stopped him.
"Senior Brother Qingliang, no, that's a bloody blade."
Qingliang was stunned and froze on the spot.
Yun Xiaotian also added: "The bloody blade will do great harm to cultivators. Senior Brother Qingliang must not touch it."
Qingliang scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Thank you, junior brother and sister, for reminding me."
The three of them passed through the stone chamber and walked forward for a while. A woman's long cry came out. The three of them looked at each other and felt something strange. The person they encountered before was either a corpse or a spirit, but the voice was obviously the same person.
"Woooo~ Lang Jun, where are you...?"
The sound became clearer and clearer. Entering the stone room, I saw a woman with exquisite makeup appearing in front of me. She was gorgeously dressed, with some ancient patterns embroidered all over her clothes. She had a slim figure. Although her face was pale, she was not as stiff as the black warrior before. Look
It turns out that she was also a beauty during her lifetime.
She was lying on the stone table, crying in front of a portrait of a man. There was an iron sword lying on the side of the stone table.
The three of them looked carefully and found that the man in the portrait was somewhat similar to Qing Liang. Qin Liaozhi looked at Yun Xiaotian in disbelief, and the latter gave her a silent gesture.
When Qingliang saw the portrait, he was stunned on the spot and couldn't help but cursed: In ancient times, were there people who looked like me?
Yun Xiaotian probed his consciousness and felt that this woman's spiritual sea was vast and boundless, and she was more than a little stronger than the black-robed swordsman.
"Yuan Lang, is that you?"
The woman stood up suddenly and was in front of Qingliang in a flash. The strong spiritual power shocked the three of them and took several steps back.
Little Angel Yun winked at him vigorously, and Qingliang finally reacted and stammered: "Ah... yes... it's me..."
The woman looked around Qing Liang again and again, and said quietly: "No... you are not my Yuan Lang."
Qing Liang stood there and did not dare to move. A thin layer of sweat had seeped out on his forehead. He gave Yun Xiaotian a questioning look. Yun Xiaotian thought for a while, pointed to the sword on the table, and then pointed to the woman's
clothing.
Qing Liang rolled his eyes a few times, looked at the patterns on the woman's clothes, and suddenly realized, "Jian Ji, it's me... I'm Yuan Lang..."
Two lines of bloody tears flowed from the woman's eyes, and she threw herself into his arms with joy, saying, "Yuan Lang... you are really Yuan Lang."
Yun Xiaotian pulled Qin Liaozhi, who was still in a daze, and the latter came to his senses. The two of them tiptoed toward the mountain path behind the stone room.
After walking for a long time, and after hearing no more movement in the stone room, Yun Xiaotian sat down.
"Let's wait here for Senior Brother Qingliang!"
Qin knew that Monk Zhang Er was confused and asked, "How do you know her name is Sword Fairy?"
Yun Xiaotian said: "In ancient times, women had a low status and generally had no names. She was a sword attendant, one of the five attendants. Her clothes were so gorgeous that no one could match them. In that era, 'Ji' was the most noble surname."
Qin Zhizhi suddenly realized, "Then...is she a corpse?"
Yun Xiaotian nodded: "Not all corpses are stiff. She retained most of her soul consciousness before her body, and she was not seriously injured. From my perspective, she died of extreme depression."
Qin Liaozhi nodded, feeling a little pity for the woman in his heart.
"Then Senior Brother Qingliang won't be in danger!"
Yun Xiaotian said: "No, after she expresses her love for Senior Brother Qingliang and her wish comes true, all her resentment will be gone."
"Is this so?" Qin Jiaozhi couldn't bear it.
Yun Xiaotian also said sadly: "It's a pity, but this is the best result for her, isn't it?"
Qin knew nothing and nodded silently after a long time.
The two of them sat in meditation for half a day, and then the sound of Qing Liang's footsteps came from behind. He also sat down cross-legged, his expression was very painful, as if he was extremely suppressing his emotions. After a long time, he spoke, "Junior Brother Yun,
Is it possible for her... to be resurrected?"
Yun Xiaotian sighed and said: "The resentment here is very strong, but it is very difficult to reach the level of Sword Princess. It will take a very long time, at least thousands of years."
"Thousands of years later, the resentful body of the black-clad swordsman will definitely condense again. But senior brother Qingliang, do you hope she is still alive like this?"
"She has suffered from lovesickness for a thousand years and waited for you for a thousand years. I don't think she... will come back again."
After hearing this, Qing Liang slowly lowered his head. Yun Xiaotian and the other two did not ask what Jian Ji had said to him, but quietly waited for him to calm down.
Not long after, Qingliang finally swallowed a few times, raised his head, and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Yun, let's keep moving forward!"
The next stone chamber appeared in front of them. Before the three of them entered, they heard the snort of a war horse.
In the stone room, a mighty knight wearing silver armor, holding a spear, and riding a war horse has been waiting for the three of them for more than a while.
As soon as Yun Xiaotian and others entered the stone room, the war horse stood up on its front hooves and snorted. Two black mist spurted out from the horse's nostrils. The knight in silver armor shouted, and the war horse stopped restlessly.
The difference between the two is that they are already in the form of a skeleton.
"Young man...have you seen Thunder?"
The voice was majestic and inviolable, and said: "I am Thunder."
Yun Xiaotian stretched out his hand to block the two of them, "Senior Sister Qin and Senior Brother Qingliang, let me do this alone."
Qin Jiaozhi looked at him worriedly, and Yun Xiaotian said: "If there are too many people in this level, it will be very chaotic. Trust me, Senior Sister Qin."
Lan Yi nodded, and the two of them exited the stone room.
Yun Xiaotian faced a man and a horse, his eyes focused on the tip of his spear.
The war horse kicked off its hind hooves and soared into the air. The silver-armored spearman dragged his spear and stabbed at Yun Xiaotian with a flash of sparks.
Yun Xiaotian took a deep breath, and it turned out to be you:
"Qingqiu Luoma Jue."
Today, there are two halls for the spear line. One is the Jinglei Hall. The Jinglong Spear on Qiwu Mountain was interrupted by Hun Ming's punch and is still unable to recover. The other hall is the White Horse Hall where Ji Jinghou is located.
Few people know that these two sects used to be of the same origin, but later they split into two sects for unknown reasons. One sect inherited the Thunder Technique, while the other inherited the Qingqiu Luo Ma Jue.
From this point of view, the knight in front of me is the originator of spear vein.
Yun Xiaotian dodged left and right and kept wandering around. Although the knight in silver armor was tall and powerful, he was very dexterous in his movements. He could stab, sweep, chop, point, and poke. The five-character mantra of marksmanship was vividly demonstrated.
After several rounds of swimming, Yun Xiaotian was unscathed. The knight in silver armor shouted loudly, and thunder shone on the rusty iron gun. Yun Xiaotian stared at his arm closely, not seeing how he cast the spell.
The thunder above the spear tip became stronger and stronger. Yun Xiaotian didn't know how he was able to control the thunder in this empty stone room.
"I... am Thunder."
The Skeleton Knight's gun shot out like a silver dragon, with a click, thunder flashed, and Yun Xiaotian was swept away with one shot.
Yun Xiaotian hit the stone chamber with a pop and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.
"Junior Brother Yun..." Qing Liang hurriedly wanted to enter the stone room to help him, but was stopped by Qin Liaozhi.
She had carefully observed Yun Xiaotian during the martial arts competition. Every time he looked like this, he would figure out the true secret of his opponent's cultivation. This made Qin Liaozhi secretly admire him every time. She had seen all kinds of
He is a genius, but he has never seen a monster like Yun Xiaotian.
The thunder crackled, and the thunder beat like a silver snake. The thunder had already wrapped up the man and the horse. The silver-armored warrior was not in a hurry to take action, and looked at Yun Xiaotian.
"Like...you look like."
The Thunder Knight said a word that the three of them didn't understand.
Looking at the thundering silver horse, Yun Xiaotian carefully thought about his spell casting: He said...he is the thundering horse...could it be?
Not long after, a crazy idea emerged in Yun Xiaotian's mind. He nodded, it must be like this, 'Thunder is like the sea of spirit'.
Yun Xiaotian stood up, took out the discus, cupped his fists and saluted, "Senior Gunslinger, Yun Xiaotian has offended you!" This chapter has been completed!