Ze Tian Ji Chapter 50: Old sword and youngster (below)

When that Dao Sword Intent appeared, when the iron sword came to Chen Changshen, the beast tide around the mausoleum had reacted, or it was fear or anger, and the turmoil was only suppressed by Nan Ke. The Soul Wood in her hand shined brightly, Seal suddenly lost, thousands of monster beast in the grassland could not bear it, and rushed towards the mausoleum. The earth shook for a while, and the sky was dark and dull, which was a majestic storm. There seemed to be some **** smell.

Only the shadow of terrifying is still silent.Although it slowly falls to the ground, it does not show the intention of the might, or Correct because of the performance of this Great Peng, those advanced monster beasts with Star Condensation top-level combat power in the deep grasslands Nor did they follow the beast tide towards the mausoleum. They were not resisting the call of Soul Wood, nor were they resisting the will of Nan Ke, but they were more intelligent and consciously aware that more serious things would happen later, so they were vigilant. The seriousness here is of course for Zhou Garden.

Countless monsters Beast Transformation made a black wave to the mausoleum one by one, the quiet Eternal Day Plains has long become noisy, the water at the bottom of the wild grass was torn by the sharp beast claws, and then flattened by the scales. The soil kept flying, and clear water became extremely turbid. As mentioned earlier, even if Saint is here, these monster beasts that are constantly flowing to the mausoleum cannot be killed, and can only be avoided. Chen Changshen stood in the heavy rain. The picture of looks at naturally wanted to retreat, but his already had no way to go.

Around his body, more than ten famous swords Quietly hovered in the heavy rain.These swords have read through the vicissitudes of the world, but now they are vicissitudes, or they are incomplete or covered with rust, and when they first appeared, they were amazing. But after all, the momentum of that year is no longer the most important.The most powerful people who once held these swords are long gone.

With more than ten broken swords, you cannot resist the attack of the beast tide. If you want to become a reef that did not fall before the black ocean, you need more swords.

Chen Changshen looks across the heavy rain curtain, looking towards the grassland around the tomb, the terrifying beast tide of looks at, and wants to find more swords. Those swords should be in Pool of Swords. For some reason, they didn't appear like Mountain and Sea Sword, still waiting for his call, or persuasion, just, where is Pool of Swords?

"If you are here, please come out and meet me, because I need you."

This is his intention. He followed the slightly trembling Yellow Paper Umbrella handle into the umbrella, and scattered toward the endless grassland.

In the distant steppe of looks at, looks at was near the steppe moaning under wolf paw groaning, and said to Pool of Swords somewhere silently, "I will take you out of this deserted old garden, or You will fall asleep, but at least ... it will not be in this prairie where there will never be nights and sleep. "

The beast tide is getting closer and closer, the front is only a few miles away from the Divine Avenue under the mausoleum. Standing on the edge of stone platform, Chen Changshen can even see the reddish purple leopard's red mouth and the saliva dripping from the corner of the mouth. As if you could smell the stench from the saliva.

Just then, he suddenly felt a shock.

This vibration has nothing to do with the beast tide and has nothing to do with heavy rain.

This vibration comes from the depth of sea of grass and the depth of the earth. It is very subtle and looks a little weak, but it is so real.

The purple leopard is like a real purple lightning, breaking through dense waterweeds, running towards the mausoleum, the **** eyes are full of bloodthirsty violent Aura.

Suddenly, a Caution appeared in its eyes, then cracked.

Then, the corners of her lips also cracked, and the dripping saliva was mixed with blood and turned red.

It senses danger, accelerates frantically, and tries to escape the vibration.

The vibration was indeed weak, and it felt very slow when it reached the ground.

However, the lightning-like purple leopard cannot shake off this shock.

There was a slight tear in the sound of rain.

Erase

The purple leopard's body is torn apart and turned into more than a dozen blood masses, which spread out during the running, but still maintained the previous speed, and did not fall to the ground until dozens of feet

The picture is extremely weird.

In the pawprints stepped by this purple leopard, the soft soil kept rolling and rolling, and a sword appeared slowly.

This is a remnant sword with only half of it left. The rust marks on the hilt are very deep. The body of the half of the sword is full of dirt. looks at is extremely miserable, no difference from scrap iron.

This residual sword Quietly lies in the dirt and grass.

The rain kept falling. As the rain washed away, the dirt on the sword was washed away, but the rust marks could not be washed away. It was still dark, and there was no bright edge, but it was lighter. The sword kept trembling, struggling, trying to leave the ground ... just like a badly wounded warrior, holding a cane, but also trying to stand up again and kill the enemy.

I don't know how long, this residual sword finally left the ground, and crookedly flew towards the mausoleum. It seems that it may fall to the ground again at any time.

On the Eternal Day Plains, the monster beast that is second only to the purple leopard is the wind wolf.The monster beast, which is a hybrid of the snowfield wolf group and the Great Western Continent phantom wolf, has an incredible speed.It is said that it is the only eagle that can successfully prey on the red eagle on Continent The monster beast, of course, is mainly due to the collective combat ability and patience of Wind Wolf.

The bizarre death of the purple leopard in front has not slowed down the speed of the wind wolf group. As the most loyal and bloodthirsty guardian of Zhou's Mausoleum, the leader of the wolf group received the order of Soul Wood, and he must dare to The invaders who entered the tomb were all shredded, and most importantly, the wolves consisted of hundreds of wind wolves. Even if they would die under the broken swords, there would always be more wind wolves coming in, and then Attack the enemy.

The wolves have strong hunting wisdom. In the previous long wait, the leader of the wolves already led its subordinates to quietly squeeze away other monster beast and came to White Grass Road because the ground here The hardest and sturdy, closest to the main entrance of the mausoleum, is the most suitable for the charge.

All the 凄凄 white grass on White Grass Road turned into debris, and the wolves swept through like a wind, because the speed was too fast, and the number of wolves was too much, with a harsh whistling sound. However, The next moment, those whistling winds have been replaced by another kind of wind breaking sound, and that kind of wind breaking sound is more stern, or more sharp.

That's the sound of Sword Intent breaking.

The wisp of peony above the leader of the wind wolf was cut off in the wind.

The wisp is the most obvious feature of the wind wolf that is different from the other wolf species. It also gives the wolf Divine Soul the Correct wisp, so that they can have the speed of the wind.

Now it's broken.

The leader of the wind wolf made an angry howl, however, even this howl did not come out completely, and it stopped as if cut by a sword.

Countless fissures appear on White Grass Road. Those fissures are parallel to the direction of the mausoleum, like countless straight straight lines, stopping on the road where the wind wolves charge.

As long as you cross this straight wind wolf, you will be cut by an invisible force.

Dewclaws on hard ground broke.

The wolf shoulder with the flying white grass blow was broken.

The wolf tail is broken, and the wolf's waist is broken.

The wolf pack of hundreds of wind wolves was broken at the moment when those cracks appeared.

It's like a large basket of stones fell on the ground, and a rattling sound is heard on White Grass Road.

The bodies of countless wind wolves were cut into pieces, and they kept rolling on White Grass Road. Some rolled into the grass near the road, and some were cut into pieces by more Sword Intent.

On the road to the mausoleum, there are broken limbs everywhere, blood is sprayed everywhere, and White Grass Road has become a blood channel with a **** smell.

As the blood smell spread towards the sky, the Sword Intent in those cracks also followed the rain and came to the sky.

Thousands of gray magpies, flying in the high sky, are quietly and strangely. These monster beast are powerful and insidious. At first, even Xu Yourong had to burn the final Divine Phoenix real blood before it killed the group of gray maggots. They did not growl violently like other monster beast, but quietly flew towards the tomb.

It looks like there is a sky between them and the mausoleum. Nothing stands in front of them, which is convenient for them to launch a sneak attack.

However, those Sword Intent also came into the sky.

The cracks in the grassland seem to tear the sky apart.

Countless sounds of wailing suddenly sounded, countless broken feathers fluttered down, and it landed on the grassland ground faster.

Thousands of gray magpies have fallen, and for a time, they have become even denser than heavy rain.

The countless monster beast rushing towards the tomb have cracked and turned into fuzzy pieces.

Countless cracks appeared on the grassland surface, weeds were broken into debris, and the soil was cut into gravel. Countless Dao Sword Intent came out vertically and straight up to the sky.

Even the gloomy cloud in the high sky was shredded, turned into countless pieces of debris, and floated suddenly.

The rainstorm just stopped like this.

The sunset on the edge of the grassland that doesn't look like the sun finally has a chance to sprinkle the red and warm light around the mausoleum.

monster beast's corpses are everywhere, and occasionally some seriously injured undead monster beast, screaming constantly.

The tide of beasts flowing towards the mausoleum stopped for a while, and did not dare to continue to move forward.

This is a **** world.

The black monster beast ocean has also become the quieter Red Sea.

The mausoleum in the beast tide has become extremely dark after being wet by rain, at this time it looks like a black reef in the Red Sea.

No matter how stormy and turbulent the storm is, it will never be shaken.

Compared with this blood-red world and the black mausoleum, the real shocking picture is in the grassland around the mausoleum.

A remnant sword flies from the grass to the sky, sending out a clear howl.

An old sword came out of the water with the sound of muddy water falling.

A handful of ancient sword emerged from the stone, with a dull rubbing sound.

Dozens of swords.

Hundreds of swords.

Thousands of swords.

Either hard, or hesitant, or happily breaking through the grass and reappearing between heaven and earth.

Countless swords appeared over the grassland around the mausoleum.

This grassland is full of water, which is more like a wetland, or grass.

For hundreds of years, countless people have been looking for Pool of Swords, but no one has found it, not even a clue.

Because no one ever thought about it, Pool of Swords ... turned out to be so big.

Pool of Swords, not a Mountain Pool, nor a Cold Pond.

The swords have always been in this grassland.

This vast and vast grassland is Pool of Swords.

No, where is this pool? This is obviously a sea.

Sea of Swords.

The grassland is quiet.

Chen Changshen is standing on the edge of stone platform. The picture in front of looks at is silent.

Earlier he already guessed the truth of Pool of Swords, but when he saw the picture of the birth of Ten Thousand Swords, he was still shocked to the extreme.

Nan Ke is standing on Divine Avenue. The picture of looks at is expressionless and I don't know what I'm thinking about. Ning Qiu covered her mouth so that she did not exclaim, and her companion Hua Cui sat down in the rain. Old man playing a zither's face was abnormally pale, and the zither in front of him was covered with blood and water, but he did not dare to look behind him.

Tang Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er retracted their eyes, looked at each other, and saw the regret and determination in each other's eyes.

No one spoke or moved.

Even the beast tide in the grassland calmed down slowly.

Because those swords are flying towards the mausoleum.

Countless swords fly in the warm red light, as if to cover the sky.

As it approaches the mausoleum, the thousands of swords washed by the rain are shining like stars.

That picture is really beautiful.

But those swords flew slowly, and were not as proud and powerful as when they were born.

Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, slowly spreading out, like soldiers in an array.

The world is full of Sword Intent.

Those Sword Intent used to be extremely powerful, but now they are weak, intertwined, and a bit messy.

These Sword Intents have no intelligence, but have emotions, all kinds of complex emotions.

For this mausoleum, the mood of the sword is indifference and Fighting Intent.

For the youngster standing in the tomb, the mood of the sword is to see the old man, so please take us away.

The knife is ruthless, and time is even more ruthless.

These swords have been dormant for hundreds of years in the depths of sea of grass, and they are already broken.

At the moment when they left the grassland, these swords already broke out the most powerful force.

Yes, these swords are old, covered with rust, and are about to decay.

These swords are seriously wounded warriors, and they are the old men who walked forward.

They should have left the battlefield long ago and returned to the old pastoral, but unfortunately the pastoral here is not good, nor is it their hometown.

For hundreds of years, they did not want to leave this grassland all the time, but in the end, only one companion succeeded and took away their minds.

However, that companion never returned.

To this day, just when these swords are desperate, the old man finally comes back to meet.

A youngster came back to this prairie with that heart.

Sword Elder, but youngster is young.

Chen Changshen's desire for freedom and love for life are so pure and firm.

It's like a breeze that awakens them.

They heard his call and believed in his will, so their ambition reappeared.

The old sword still has more power, and the break can also kill the enemy.

A thousand miles.

A thousand miles away.

Back home.

(Speaking good 6,000 words, I'm going to break my word today. This chapter is only 4,000. The reason is very simple. This chapter scrapped me. The spirit is in these 4,000 words. If I continue to write, I will write. Unlike words, the poor two thousand will make up tomorrow, and the eight thousand words will be updated tomorrow.)