Hidden Blade Chapter 113: Monitor
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Tonight’s world is destined to not be peaceful.
South of Chongzhou, a wild land.
In the Jianling Mausoleum that has been silent for so long, the white-haired old man sits cross-legged with a black-clothed veil.
Suddenly, a sharp sword sound came from afar.
It was like a rooster singing dawn. After the sound, the thousands of swords in the sword mausoleum suddenly screamed loudly.
In a flash, the swords mingled into the sea, resounding endlessly.
The barbarians in the Southern Wilderness didn't know the so-called, thought it was the immortal being angry, so they knelt to the ground at that time, confessing sincerely, and begging the immortal for forgiveness.
While sitting and sitting in the sword mausoleum, the old and one less than once opened their eyes, Mengliang was full of doubts, but the old man was worried.
"Uncle?" Mengliang was about to ask, but the old man stretched out his hand and motioned to him not to say more. Then he stood up and led Mengliang out of the ruined building in front of Jianling. Thatched cottage.
Out of the thatched house, Mengliang was surprised to find that the long swords that had been inserted into the mausoleum of swords silently like iron at this moment had dazzling light, the shining sword light and the sky The starlight shining brightly illuminates the deserted Jian Mausoleum like daylight.
Krao is such a vision, and he didn't let the old man sigh.
Mengliang came to Jianling for less than ten days, but he probably knew what Jianling’s responsibilities were. Today’s vision is obviously very unusual, but the old man said nothing, Mengliang didn’t ask any questions after all. Follow each other respectfully and keep moving forward.
As we continue to deepen, the long swords inserted into the yellow sand gradually become scarce, but the sword intent lingering in the sword mausoleum has become more and more intense, and the body Mengliang has to gather the power of the whole body Make sure you are not hurt by those sword intents.
Mengliang knows that this is because the sword buried in the sword mausoleum is also divided into strengths and weaknesses. The spirits that inhabit the sword are also different in height, so the more you go in, the more the sword comes. The less, the sword intent does not decrease but increases.
Finally they came to the end of Jianling.
There is a door made of unknown material. The material is unspeakable, but the door is full of all kinds of weird lines. From a distance, it looks simple and deep, like a **** with evil spirits closed. The door.
And just in front of this gate, there are more than thirty long swords lined up.
Obviously these thirty long swords are different from those outside.
Among them, there are swords that are more than five feet long and have a bright blade, and some are less than two feet short, but they are dissatisfied with the sharp gap, such as the sword of wild beast fangs, and even more heavy as a mountain, and as large as a sword with a bull arm. There are so many different things.
But without exception, the sword bodies of these divine swords are full of brilliant colors, and the faint sword intent sent out makes Mengliang's heart tremble. And they inserted in front of the door without moving, lined up, as if they were guarding something, and as if they were resisting something.
"These are all sabers in front of the masters of Jianling in the past."
The old man in front of him who had been silent for a while was finally speaking and speaking, with a calm tone, but hidden gully.
After the old man said this, he was slightly silent before he said again: "If I die, you must also send my sword here."
Mengliang was taken aback for a moment, and he subconsciously wanted to say something: polite remarks such as the uncle is in his prime of life, why is he dead, but these scribbles are put in his heart, and the old man takes a step forward again. He bowed his hand to the thirty-odd divine swords in front of him.
"Jianling 39th generation head teacher, Wang Yangming pays homage to you all!"
When these words were spoken, Jian Ling was silent.
Mengliang, who thought there would be a vision, was standing in front of him, but he didn’t see any reaction for a long time. However, his own senior teacher still bowed his hands and bowed his head. He couldn't help but secretly slander him. Could it be that the teacher was in Jianling. Is my brain broken after staying alone for a long time?
Thinking about this, Mr. Meng felt quite reasonable. He wanted to stay in Jianling for decades, and no one said anything. Some abnormalities are normal, but...
When he thought that he would have this encounter in the future, Mr. Meng felt a bleak in his heart.
He was hesitant to remind himself of his uncle in the spirit of respecting the teacher, but his mouth just opened.
Zheng!
Just heard the sound of a sword sound, and then the thirty or so divine swords lit up with a dazzling divine light.
Therefore, phantom images suddenly overflowed from the sword, like a fairy-->>, the latest chapter of Zangfeng will be updated as soon as possible!
Generally standing on those long swords one after another.
Meng Liang saw it really. Although the figures were not solid, after they appeared, the sword intent in the sword mausoleum suddenly became violent. Soul in the sword!
"You call us, why?" Mengliang was still immersed in such a change, and among those phantoms, a voice sounded, with a low tone and majestic as a mountain.
The old man, who had been bowing his head and arching his hands, finally raised his head at that time.
He looked at the row of phantoms in front of him, and replied in a deep voice: "Please sword."
Just two words, but like a stone thrown into the Jinghu Lake, it caused an uproar.
"Wang Yangming!" At the moment, someone drank it. The sound was like thunder, and Mengliang’s eardrums were sore. It's a kindness outside the law, you can't do it for yourself, now you come to invite the sword again!"
When the old man heard the scolding, he didn't excuse him, and he still stood quietly on the spot.
"Yangming, there was still a last resort to steal swords from the great seas, why do you have to ask for swords today? You have always been so mature and prudent, you should know how harmful swords will be caused by the influx of fierce swords into the world..." Seeing this, those Another person in the phantom asked. Compared to the previous yelling, this person is much kinder in tone and attitude.
"Master, patriarchs, please look up." Wang Yangming said again at that time.
Everyone was taken aback, although they were puzzled, they still looked up at that time.
At this moment, the stars above the dome are shining, and seven of them are standing among the stars like a king, shining like a bright sun.
Mengliang can’t see clearly, so I just think the stars are shining today, which is really beautiful. But those phantoms were shocked when they saw such a scene clearly, and their faces were shocked.
"This..." After a few breaths, they withdrew their gazes and looked at each other.
After a long time, someone sighed long and said: "He's here..."
"This is the ultimatum..." the old man said again at that time, but his expression remained indifferent. "The Kunlun Tianzhu collapsed, and the fairies asked themselves to protect themselves, leaving us not much time..."
After these words were uttered, Jian Ling fell into silence again.
Those phantoms lowered their heads and the aura around them flickered, seeming to be thinking, or hesitating about something.
Then after ten breaths of sight, all those figures suddenly disappeared.
Not waiting for Mengliang to ask what the end of this horrible anticlimax means, but the giant gate behind the long sword made a loud bang, and the strange lines on the giant gate lit up with red light, and then the giant gate It turned on automatically just like that.
"Thanks to all the ancestors." The old man bowed to the divine swords again, and then stepped forward.
Mengliang hurried to keep up when he saw this.
......
Behind the giant gate, there is no demon or ghost in the imagination of Liang.
There is only a huge stone pillar.
The stone pillar is also engraved with weird patterns, but there are three sword holes in the center, one of which is vacant, and the other two are inserted into a long sword. The body of the sword is not visible, only the hideous hilt is exposed. Besides.
"In the mausoleum of swords, there are three fierce swords in the town."
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"An evil dragon can swallow all souls."
"One said Prison Abyss, you can open the ghost door."
"The three swords are all evil things, they contain evil spirits, and they are born by devouring the master."
At that time, standing in front of the stone pillar, the old man said suddenly.
"Uncle, my disciple took note, you can rest assured, since I have come to Jianling, I must guard the Jianling to the death. Anyone who wants to take a sword has to step over my Mengliang's corpse." Mengliang I don't know how to think of it in my heart, but at that time it was a bold and dry speech.
After the old man heard these words, his face was still calm, he glanced at the man beside him lightly, and said.
"This world is being swallowed by darkness..."
"The watcher has come here, we have no retreat, we can only give it a go..."
"So, you choose one."