Chapter 190, the sword of the sword, asked the strongman of Jianzong

At the bottom of the river bed lies the bodies of thirty or forty wandering warriors. The blood of the red blood flows down the rock texture and cracks. The air is filled with pungent gas, and there is an indescribable strangeness.
"It’s the hand of the grandson of the tyrants of the singer." The black king of the belly swept over and saw the cause of their death from the wounds of these people.
I don't know why, Ding Hao suddenly said that the name of Xing Zongzong is full of rejection and disdain.
Li Muyun whispered something in his mouth and shot the body with a purple flame.
Ding Hao runs Xuan Gong’s warning, while quietly approaching Li Lan’s side, whispering:
This place is a little weird, be careful.

Li Lan nodded slightly.
"Hey..." In the front of the Zizhao South Hospital [madman] Lu screamed a sneer, apparently heard the conversation between the two, quite disdainful, should be mocking Ding Hao courage is too small.
Ding Hao did not speak.
He hopes that his concerns are superfluous and that he feels wrong.
As soon as I climbed up the stone wall on the other side of the river, I came to the gate of the giant city. The ghostly air finally disappeared from the feeling of Ding Hao, as if it had never appeared.
The performance of the little cute cat is also slightly normal, and he is lazy and snoring.
Walking along the mottled stone road into the giant city, there is a dead ruin.
This is an ancient city that has been completely abandoned. Some statues and pavilions have collapsed. The ground still has traces of fighting not long ago. The mysterious nature of various attributes is entangled in the air. It can be seen that the major sects broke through here not long ago. How much power was spent in the ancient ban.
A group of phosphorus fires floated between the ruins, bringing a little shimmer.
This is simply a ghost town.
However, the various sacred soldiers, medicinal herbs, mysteries, cheats and treasures that have been preserved here have been swept away by the nine sects, leaving no trace.
The tens of thousands of wandering warriors, scattered repairs, and other great martial art disciples who had previously come in did not know where to go. The big city was empty, and even the footsteps could not be heard. The atmosphere could not be said. Surprising.
In a twinkling of an eye, everyone should have come to a cross square in the center of the giant city.
In the center of the square, there is a huge statue of up to 100 meters. The face of the statue is blurred. The stone sword in his hand has also broken into three pieces from the middle, but there is still a kind of fierce breath. A vicissitudes of vicissitudes of life are almost suffocating, as if this huge stone statue can live at any time.
"Well, let me talk about the next arrangement." Liu took the wind and glanced at the giant stone statue and turned to look at the crowd. "We are in the first floor of this ancient sect ruin. The place has been searched, there is no omission, so there is no risk value. Our main goal is the second and third floors."
Everyone listened quietly.
[One Sword Lingchen] continued: "This Cross Square has five roads on all four sides, each leading to five different areas that are not connected to each other on the second floor. From now on, we will be divided into five teams, each of which will be divided into five teams. The school's teaching and disciples, plus a three-generation disciple, each choose a direction, everyone take a break here, and then immediately set off to the second floor of the site."
He is the leader of this trial. If you say it, naturally there will be no objection.
Everyone took a break in the square, mobilized and adjusted the water, and added water and food. They were divided into five squads. The black king of the tyrannical peak and another three generations of disciples named Ma Yifei, together with Ding Hao and Li Lan and Lu Pengfei, three disciples, chose the road in the direction of Zhengdong.
The general teachings of Liu Suifeng and Bai Bian Intermediate People’s Court took Li Muyun, Liang Feixue and [Xiaowu Tan] Chen Sheng, and chose the southwest direction.
Sequoia West chose the West.
Zizhao South Hospital chose Zhengnan.
Huangbei North Hospital chose Zhengbei.
Each of the five teams has a general education and a three-generation disciple. Such a grouping is indeed the most reasonable approach.
Undoubtedly, from the perspective of Zongmen, this is another special inspection of the disciples of the Fifth Academy.
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In the east direction, enter the entrance on the second floor of the basement. After about ten kilometers, on the side of a very magnificent temple.
This is a hole that has been bombarded by powerful forces. It holds an extremely complete spiral staircase that rotates vertically into the unknown darkness.
Don't look at the belly black male peaks in the weekdays, hahaha always like to pull hatred, a pair does not have the right way, but at this time, the performance is still very reliable, he runs the mysterious power, burning a light yellow flame, will Ding Hao three people shrouded in it, showing a strong momentum.
The five people followed the spiraling steps and walked down step by step.
This feeling seems to be walking in the dark hell, and everyone can only hear their own footsteps and breathing.
I don't know how long it took to go down. Ding Hao estimates that at least 500 meters underground.
Finally, there was a fierce call to fight in the West.
"Roll, who dares to grab with Laozi? This sword is the first thing I found."
"Haha, treasures have Germans, Wang Hu, I advise you to leave the knife and leave, but don't bury your life for a moment of greed!"
"Where is he doing so much nonsense, everyone is shouldering up, smashing him, grabbing the knife!"
After all kinds of shouts, there were a few screams, and the sound of weapon impacts continued to come. It was also faintly visible that the metal violently hit a cluster of fleeting Mars in the dark.
"Don't fight, someone is here!"
I noticed the arrival of Ding Hao and others, and the two sides of the fighting gasped and retired, full of hostile looking towards the footsteps, for fear that the coming will compete with them for the so-called sword.
But very quickly, the eyes of this group of people were dull, and the face was depressed.
Ask Jianzong!
It was actually the person who asked Jianzong.
Let’s not ask the power of Jianzong’s glory. Let’s say that the sturdy Hu Zonghan, who is in front of the face, is burning with a golden scent of flames, like the of war from the darkness, far away from the second and third. Ten meters away, the breath that has come out has already made them feel tremble.
It seems that [Shen Knife] can't keep it.
The two sides smiled and looked at each other, and the hostility dissipated. I knew that everyone would sit down and discuss it. Now I will ask the people of Jianzong to recruit and make people and money.
The two dialects are thinking about passing the "Sword of the Knife" honestly and quickly leaving...
at this time--
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