Hidden Blade Chapter 61: Jade broken

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Shivering with the march of the dark army in the distance.

Meng Liang looked at the army that was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. He looked at Xu Han and Wang Yangming beside him, feeling a bit dry in his throat.

"Well, old man, did you say that you let us go with a fierce sword before?" Meng Liang asked cautiously.

Wang Yangming wandered in the night in a white robe. When he heard the words, he looked at Mengliang and said in a calm tone: "The Dayan Sword Art is about being indomitable. If you go, you must go earlier. If you leave without a fight at this moment, your sword heart will inevitably be broken, and the sword spirit that has been solidified into a rudimentary form will inevitably be damaged. By then, it will be even more difficult for you to climb into the fairyland from this."

Wang Yangming’s reprimand can be said to be merciless, Mengliang can only say in a slanderous way: "Just kidding, just kidding."

The black army is getting closer and closer, and the sparse starlight of the Southern Wilderness should be reflected on the armor of those armored men, reflecting a dull light. Flocking to Jianling with their bodies was the majestic aura spreading from them. The aura was extremely vast, like a black cloud over the city, covering the entire Jianling tomb.

Mengliang looked at it with extreme gaze, he saw it very clearly, all those armored men in black armor looked like teenagers and girls under the age of twenty. He could remember clearly that when they rushed through Jingxiu Pass that day, However, the hundreds of Saint Son Saint Soldiers almost let them be ruined. And at this moment, the overwhelming army is less than fifty thousand. With such a powerful force, he couldn't think of how they could contend with it.

Is Xiao Ye going to die here today?

Such thoughts inevitably appeared in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Xu Han beside him, hoping to find a touch of empathy with him.

But what disappoints him is that Xu Han's face is silent at this moment, and there is no abnormality, not only him, even Qin Keqing beside him does not see the slightest abnormality, even Ao Wu and Xuan'er.

Probably because of this, Meng Liang hurriedly straightened his waist at that time, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. After all, being a brother can't be better than a brother, right?

And just as Mengliang was thinking about this, the mighty army in front suddenly stopped, and among the soldiers, a way out, a handsome monk in black. Two guards, one strong and one thin, walked out of the armor at that time.

The monk looked at the direction of Jianling, and said loudly: "Suwen Jianghu rumored that Yue Fuyao in Tiandou City will grow up from the mountain sect. If you ask who is the best, the Southern Wilderness Jianling Moguliu!"

"Today's poor monk has the fate to come here, I wonder if Wang Jianxian would like to meet the poor monk?"

There was silence in the dark sword mausoleum, until after ten breaths of sight, an old and full of breath suddenly sounded.

"I am a guest from afar, why not?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure dressed in white suddenly fled from the direction of Jianling, turning into a stream of light and falling straight in front of the monk in black.

The old man's clothes are drifting, his sword intent is clean, his style is outstanding, just a glance is fascinating.

But after the black monk looked up and down the old man, a different color appeared in his eyebrows. He couldn't help but said: "Unexpectedly, the so-called Wang Jianxian is such a thing."

The old man was not annoyed when he heard the words, he also squinted at the monk, and said: "The old man would never have imagined that the venerable Sanluo Palace Master was such a thing."

The people beside the Zen machine in the two people's words can't understand it, and both of them are also tacitly tacitly aware.

The monk in black didn't take it to heart when he heard this. He looked back and took his gaze back, and then said: "Then Wang Jianxian thought, how about my 80,000 army?"

Wang Yangming's gaze swept over the 80,000 quiet-faced young girls, and finally shook his head: "When the Great Leaving Dynasty and the country were destroyed, the Emperor Li Chao didn't want to turn the tide and help the mansion Yu will dump? 200,000 The cavalry came outside the gate of my Jianling, what about the last?"

"Two hundred thousand white bones fell in the Southern Wilderness. Thousands of years have passed, and yellow sand has already been made."

"So, 80,000 people want to break my sword mausoleum..."

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

The black monk smiled slightly: "Wang Jianxian is a hero, and one person can break a million divisions. Although the people of the Central Plains have no chance to hear these stories, the poor monks still know about it."

"I have always respected the prestige of the epeemed sword fairy, so naturally I wouldn't bring 80,000 ordinary soldiers to disturb Wang Jianxiu's delicate appearance?" The black monk said like this, but the corner of his eyes looked at the thin and thin body beside him as withered bones. Man.

The man felt the monk's gaze, nodded slightly, and then his fingers under his sleeves jumped, as if flicking a string, with a strange pattern.

As he did this, bursts of blood suddenly appeared in the eyes of the 80,000 soldiers behind him.

Their bodies began to swell, and their mouths began to burst into hoarse growls, purple scales covered their skin, and the majestic and cold breath rushed out of them crazily.

So after dozens of breaths, the 80,000 army was turned into a huge purple monster at that time, and they kept roaring, seeming to vent the raging hostility in the body. . Eighty thousand monsters like this stand together, no matter whether it is the aura or the mighty appearance, none of them gives people an almost suffocating sense of oppression.

When Xu Han and others saw this, they jumped over to Wang Yangming's side, looking at the group of monsters with solemn expressions. But the figures of several people looked so small and insignificant in front of the monster army.

The monk in black bowed slightly at that time, squinted at Wang Yangming, and said with a smile: "I wonder if such an army of 80,000 can enter the eyes of the sword fairy?"

"Master...this loser does not lose the battle, or should I kill them?"

Mengliang stuck to Wang Yangming's ear at that time and said softly.

"How to kill?" Wang Yangming raised his brows and asked in a low voice.

Mengliang smiled triumphantly, stretched out his foot and gently kicked the wailing beside Xu Han, and said: "Black dog, won't you get bigger? Come to scare them!"

Wow, the wolf king, heard this but seemed to have received a great insult. He turned his head and grinned at Mengliang, looking at the posture as if he was about to rush in the next moment. Mengliang was frightened immediately, and could only give up this thought, and then turned to look at Xu Han's shoulder, but Xuan'er squinted his eyes and glanced at him. There was a stance that I was too lazy to take care of you.

Meng Liang had no choice but to accept his thoughts, then looked at Wang Yangming, and said cowardly: "Master...or else... come by yourself..."

Wang Yangming glared at him fiercely, but the next moment a scorching divine light appeared in the old man's eyes.

He agitated in a white robe, and his whole body resisted with sword intent.

His body also rose up suddenly.

Clang!

A crisp sword sound suddenly sounded from the sword mausoleum behind him, a long sword soared up from the sword mausoleum like a summons, the vast sword intent rushed out like a river, bright sword light It also lit up from the sword of that long sword~IndoMTL.com~ dazzling, like a star.

Meng Liang was taken aback, not only curled his lips, said: "This posture is pretty good, but one person is still less than 80,000..."

Mengliang's words stopped abruptly at that moment.

Clang! ! !

A clearer sword sound rose again, one sound followed by another sound, and soon the sword sound gathered like a sea, resounding endlessly in the southern wilderness.

After that, tens of thousands of divine swords rose from the sword mausoleum, and the sword intent surged like a tide and the clouds fell, and the sword light was bright, like a dense cloud of stars, shining the night like day.

"I have guarded the sword mausoleum of the Southern Wilderness for thousands of years."

"A person is a sword, and a sword is also a person."

"Masters..."

Wang Yangming's white hair is fluttering, and the words in his mouth are like Huang Zhongda Lu, which is deafening.

As his words sounded, a number of figures appeared on the tens of thousands of swords. They were male or female, as old as ancient, or as immature as a child, but the whole body was without exception. The clean sword intent is pure and incomparable.

When they appeared, they held their swords one after another, and the sword light shining above the sword mausoleum was brighter again, making it hard to look directly at them.

Then tens of thousands of sword spirits looked silent, their long swords in their hands were erected in front of their chests, and they responded to Wang Yangming: "Yes!"

"In the name of the sages of Jianling, take the Common People's Avenue as an order."

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

As soon as these words fell, the tens of thousands of sword spirits bathed in the sword light all had a cold face, their eyes flashed, and they responded in unison at that time.

"Chengjun's words, dare not to die! The sword is in the tomb, the tomb is dead and the sword is dead!"

The voices gathered on the Jianling, resounding in the Southern Wilderness.

Like the dazzling sword light in the sky, its arrogance is burning like the sky!