Undefeated God of War: The two hundred and thirty-fifth quarter ten feet high platform one hundred thousand swords!
Xian Wu.
"Hey, Zilin, are you still guarding this?" The companion was a little surprised, he glanced at the list, and smiled: "Nothing happened, it seems that there has been no new Unique Martial Technique for a long time."
"Six months and nine days." Chen Zilin gave an accurate answer. He knew every name on the list.
"It's been a long time." The companion also couldn't help but said with emotion: "Is there anything wrong with Wushuang Slate?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Chen Zilin said: "There is something wrong with Wushuang slate. We Xianwu, I don't know how big a storm is going to be, and it's your turn to make noise here?"
"That's true, too." My companion tweeted, then waved: "I'm gone, I won't be on duty tonight. Oops, I don't know why you are so interested in Wushuangbang, anyway, I look at Slate every day, look I want to vomit. "
"Let's go." Chen Zilin waved his hand: "I'm going to be late."
Chen Zilin continues to invest in slate research.
The huge stone slab up to 30 feet in front of him is Sacred Treasure of Cassiopeia Constellation, Wushuang slate. This slate can capture the fluctuations of various Martial Techniques of the entire Heavenly Road, and each type of Martial Technique fluctuations will capture it.
Some Martial Technique names will appear on the slate. At first, people did n’t know what it meant. And when people gradually discovered that those Martial Techniques that have appeared on Wushuang Slate are extremely powerful, far beyond the ordinary Martial Technique. It is difficult to accurately evaluate the power of ordinary Martial Technique's division.
So people have a special name for this type of Martial Technique-Unique Martial Technique.
Unique Martial Technique, each one is unique and unique.
Today, there are 19,986 types of Martial Technique on the unparalleled list. Chen Zilin is extremely familiar with every data on Wushuang's slate.
19,980 kinds of Unique Martial Technique, there are 16,704 names of Martial Technique, dark gray. These are all Unique Martial Technique that have appeared in history, but now they are lost. When a gray Unique Martial Technique name turns golden, it means that this Unique Martial Technique has been found again.
Wushuang Slate has a long history. It has not been found in Cassiopeia Constellation, it stands upright here, and its history is even longer than that of human beings. How the Wushuang slate was formed is still a mystery.
When the first queen found that this slate that could not be moved at all turned out to be Sacred Treasure of Cassiopeia Constellation, she was very frustrated at that time. In their opinion, this type of slate, which cannot be used in combat at all, is of little value.
Until Cepheus Constellation and Cassiopeia Constellation were integrated to form Xianwu, this slate did not become the real foundation of Xianwu. It and the Yingwu bronze mirror of Cepheus Constellation are the foundation of Xianwu's growth.
Today, there are 3237 kinds of Unique Martial Techniques lit by Heavenly Road. There were 1,029 species found and confirmed by Xianwu.
Heavenly Road is vast and countless stars. It can find 1029 kinds of Unique Martial Technique. Xianwu does not know how much manpower, material and financial resources it has spent. With the increasing influence of Xianwu, Wushuangbang has been closely watched by all parties.
The power of Unique Martial Technique makes it an unparalleled skill that all forces want. Any type of Unique Martial Technique is invaluable.
There have been no new Unique Martial Technique for six months. This is very rare. Generally, at least three or five Unique Martial Techniques appear every year.
Chen Zilin shook his head. Is it too hot these days and everyone is too lazy to innovate Martial Technique?
He took out an ice bucket, with several pieces of watermelon frozen in the ice bucket, and took out one piece, eating wildly without any image. A chill went straight into the body, unspeakable comfort, and he was more devoted to eating.
Suddenly, a touch of golden light came into his vision.
Chen Zilin's body shook, and the red watermelon juice covered his face, but he couldn't care less, and looked up sharply.
Wushuang slate, a line of golden font emerges.
NO.19981: Fire Scythe Ghost Claw, one star. Killing Strike : Fire Ghost Monarch Drifting Fireflies.
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Run, run with all your strength.
The wind howls in my ears, and the mountain road in the night is so rough. The fierce battles under the mountain lit up from time to time as bright as fireworks, illuminating the mountain road before him. He didn't dare look back, he was afraid to see the blood, to see the scenes that he didn't want to see.
Anyway ... don't die!
Xie Qing bit her lip tightly, her fists clenched.
The call from the mountain is getting stronger and clearer. An ethereal thought came from far away, soothing his heart. Unconsciously, his pace slowed.
He has reached the highest point of the mountain. The highest point of the mountain is a small flat land two meters square.
Xie Qing looked around, there was nothing in the air around him.
How could ...
Why is there nothing?
The light shining from time to time under the mountain and the sound of energy explosion from time to time make the summit look so peaceful.
Huge loss hit Xie Qing's heart. Isn't it just his own illusion?
"Come out!" Xie Qing growled suddenly, his bloodshot eyes widened, like the endangered Wild Beast. The flickering light flickered on his face, making him even more desperate and angry. What happened to the battle under the mountain ...
Asshole! Damn it!
"Give me out! Why don't you come out? Why?"
"Are you playing with me?"
The angry roar was sent far and far by the night wind, and the popping sound from time to time under the mountain became a footnote in the wind.
"Come out!"
"Come out!"
"Please, come out! Come out soon!"
The growl turned into a cry, with a deep cry in the cry, Xie Qing's knees softened and she fell to the ground.
Are you really playing with me?
I am guarding you, the village is guarding you, they are helping you, why haven't you come out yet?
Why?
If you don't come out again, everyone will die ...
Xie Qing couldn't hold it anymore, tears falling down.
Damn it! They are too weak!
Bang! Xie Qing fisted a tight fist and hit the ground hard.
Cuck!
The mountain beneath Xie Qing's feet suddenly shook, as if the sound of a rock was cracking.
Kaka!
The rift is like a big dragon, walking along Xie Qing's feet, rumbling along the mountain, winding down like lightning. The whole mountain was trembling, trembling violently.
Dozens of cracks, like dozens of fierce black dragons, make a loud noise, flying sand and stones, braving the terrible sound, blowing from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain!
All the people fighting were startled by the sudden loud noise and couldn't help stopping.
Xie Qing was completely stupid. He stared blankly at the unbreaking cracks in front of him. The growing cracks shook his feet, and he could hardly stabilize his figure.
Xie Qing's mind suddenly sounded a sigh.
The sigh is like the fog in the night, it's elusive.
Xie Qing is a spirit, he reacts suddenly, it, it wakes up!
Wow, wow.
The rocks of Shi Jianfeng, like broken biscuits, fall like raindrops.
The rock that keeps falling is like the peeling of the shell, the indescribable danger is like the dark clouds gathering, and it is extremely depressed. Everyone's complexion was dignified. The scene before them was too amazing.
The rocks of the mountain are peeling off a little bit.
Mountains are becoming smaller at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.
"Boss!" Bai Hu shouted shiveringly, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.
Kirin King stared blankly at the mountain that was constantly peeling off. His eyes became hotter and hotter, he felt it! I really feel it! This terrifying atmosphere, even the colorful unicorn Bloodline in his body, was suppressed by death.
So strong ...
Sacred Treasure! Only Sacred Treasure can have such a terrible atmosphere!
He suddenly made a gesture.
Baihu's shout just now has attracted the attention of several others. At this moment, when he sees the boss's gesture, the members of the Five Killing Corps are all in the same mood.
The boss ’s gesture has only one meaning, ready to shoot!
These five killers are all battle-hardened. Once King Kirin makes a decision, they immediately show their fierce and decisive side. Even the intensely disturbed white fox, at this time, put the restless mind behind and calmed down.
A half of the truncated mountain is floating in the air, the rocks at the bottom of the mountain are constantly falling, and Xie Qing at the top of the mountain is at a loss.
"The sword is in the middle of the mountain!" Suddenly Baihu shouted.
Brush, several people have a tacit understanding, and launch at the same time, like five arrows off the string, rushing towards the mountain.
Suddenly, a gray light burst from the mountain.
"Not good!"
Everyone changes.
Grey Mang came so fast that he couldn't respond at all. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone was locked by Grey Mang.
Except Tang Tian!
Tang Tian was immediately aware of the danger immediately before the gray mang spread, and he did not hesitate to turn around and ran, but after two steps, he was caught up by gray mang and settled in place.
When Tang Tian was just running, he heard a tap.
But now, Tang Tian finds that he is completely locked by a cold air, he can't move even a finger, and his body still keeps running.
dead silent, a slice of dead silent.
The gray void is filled with a faint mist, and everyone is like a body fixation, like a sculpture.
A sigh of sigh, sounded in everyone's heart at the same time.
The endless mist gradually sinks. Tang Tian Below their knees is like a sea of gray clouds, but above the sea of gray clouds, it is extremely refreshing.
Everyone's pupils shrink.
On a foggy high platform, a back view stands with his hands on his back. More than ten feet high, a gray flag was inserted on it, and a large black word "Hidden" was written on it.
Did ... Did ...
A suffocating thought suddenly popped out of everyone's mind.
The fog under the high platform gradually dissipated, and the high platform finally revealed its true features.
Hundreds of thousands of long swords are inserted into the high platform, dense and dense. The high platform is like a hedgehog, especially the sides of the steps. The swords are denser. They are like thatch. Each sword is full of gaps, incomplete, and there are Even the broken sword.
The space under your feet is only the size of a palm.
10 feet high, 100,000 residual swords!
Lonely, stand on your own, stand high, take the world by storm!