Chapter 332: Old Sword and Boy (Part 2)

When the sword intention appeared, when the iron sword came to Chen Changsheng, the sea-like beast tide around the tomb had already reacted, either fear or anger, turmoil, but was suppressed by Nanke. Holding the soul tree in her hand, the light was bright, and the prohibition was suddenly lost. Where can the thousands of monsters in the grassland endure, they rushed towards the mausoleum, and the earth shook for a time, and the world was dark and dull, it was a pound. The torrential rain seemed to have more and foul smell.
Only the horrible shadow was still silent, although it slowly fell towards the ground, but there was no intention to show divine power, or precisely because of the performance of this Dapeng, the senior demon in the deep grassland with the power of the top star The beasts did not go to the mausoleum with the tide of the beast. They were not resisting the call of the soul tree, nor the will of the Nanke, but they were more intelligent and vaguely aware that more serious things would happen later, So be alert. The seriousness here is of course for Zhou Yuan.
Countless monsters turned into black waves and rushed towards the mausoleum one by one. The quiet sunless grassland had already become noisy. The water at the bottom of the wild grass was torn into pieces by sharp beast claws and then flattened by the scale belly The soil is constantly flying, the clear water becomes extremely muddy, and how magnificent and terrifying it is. As mentioned earlier, even if the saints are here, they cannot kill the monsters that are constantly flowing to the mausoleum, and can only avoid it. Standing in the rainstorm, Chen Changsheng looked at this scene and naturally wanted to retreat, but he had no way to go.
Around him, more than ten famous swords hovered quietly in the heavy rain. These swords have gone through the vicissitudes of life, but now they are already vicissitudes, or they are incomplete or covered with rust. When they first appeared, the momentum was amazing, but after all, The most important thing is that the vitality of the past is that those peerless powerful men who once held these swords have long since passed away.
With these more than ten broken swords, they can not resist the attack of the beast tide. If you want to turn into a reef before the black ocean, you need more swords.
Chen Changsheng's sight was across the heavy rain curtain, looking at the grassland around the tomb, watching the terror of the beast tide, wanting to find more swords. Those swords should be in the sword pool. For some reason, they did not appear like the mountain and sea swords. They are still waiting for his call, or persuasion, but where is the sword pool?
"If you are here, please come out and meet me because I need you."
This was his intention, following the slightly trembling yellow paper umbrella handle into the umbrella face, and dispersed towards the expansive grassland.
He looked at the distance between the misty and rainy grassland and the grassland moaning beneath the wolf claws. He said silently to Jianchi, who knows nowhere, "I will take you out of this deserted old garden, or You will sleep, but at least... it will not be in this grassland where there will never be night and cannot sleep."
The beast tide is getting closer and closer. The front is only a few miles away from the Shinto under the tomb. Standing on the edge of the stone platform, Chen Changsheng can even see the red mouth of the purple electric leopard in front and the drooling at the corner of the mouth, even as if You can smell the stench from that saliva.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock.
This vibration has nothing to do with the beast tide or the rainstorm.
This vibration came from the depths of Caohai, the depths of the earth, very subtle, and looked a little weak, but it was so real.
The purple electric leopard, like a real purple lightning, broke through dense water grass and ran towards the mausoleum, his red eyes full of bloodthirsty violent breath.
Suddenly, a warning appeared in his eyes and then split open.
Immediately afterwards, the corners of his lips also cracked, and the dripping saliva was mixed with blood and turned red.
It sensed danger and accelerated frantically, trying to escape from the shock.
That vibration was really weak, and it felt very slow when it reached the ground.
However, the lightning-like purple electric leopard could not get rid of this vibration.
There was a slight tear in the rain.
Wipe!
The body of the Purple Electric Leopard was torn apart and turned into more than a dozen blood masses. During the running, it spread out, but it still maintained its previous speed until it fell to the ground after dozens of feet.
The picture is extremely strange and terrifying.
In the paw prints stepped out by this purple electric leopard, the wet mud squeezed and rolled continuously, and a sword appeared slowly.
This is a remnant sword with only half of it. The rust on the hilt is extremely deep. The half of the sword is covered with mud. It looks abnormally miserable. It is no different from scrap iron.
The remnant sword lay quietly in the mud and grass.
The rain kept falling. As the rain washed away, the dirt on the sword was washed away, but the rust could not be washed away. It was still dark and there was no bright edge. However, after all, it was still lighter. Shivering, struggling, trying to leave the ground... like a seriously wounded soldier, holding a cane, and wanting to stand up again and then kill the enemy.
I don't know how long it has passed. The remnant sword finally left the ground and flew to the direction of the mausoleum, seemingly may fall to the ground again at any time.
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On the grassland where the sun is not setting, the monster that is second only to the purple electric leopard is the wind wolf. These monsters born from the cross between the snowfield wolf pack and the big western continent wolf have innate speeds. It is said to be the only one on the mainland that can succeed The monster that preys on the Red Eagle, of course, is mainly due to the collective combat ability and patience of the wind wolf.
The strange death of the purple electric leopard in front did not slow down the speed of the wind wolves. As the most loyal and bloodthirsty guardian of Zhou Ling, the leader of the wolves received the order of Soulwood, so he dared to enter. The invaders in the mausoleum were all torn apart, and the most important thing is that the wolf pack is composed of hundreds of wind wolves. Even if some will die under those broken swords, there will always be more wind wolves rushing over and then to The enemy launched an attack.
The wolves have extremely strong hunting wisdom. In the previous long wait, the wolves leader has led its subordinates to squeeze away other monsters quietly and came to the white grass road, because the ground here is the most Hard and strong, the closest to the main entrance of the mausoleum, the most suitable for launching a charge.
The miserable white grass on the white grass road all turned into debris, and the wolves swept like a wind, because the speed was too fast, the number of wolves was too much, and it caused a piercing roar. However, at the next moment, those windbreaking whistling sounds were replaced by another windbreaking sound, which was more severe, or sharper.
That's the sound of sword breaking.
The wisps of wind above the head of the wind wolf broke off in the wind.
That wisp of hawthorn is the most obvious characteristic of the wind wolf that is different from the rest of the wolf species. It is also this wisp of hawthorn that gives the wind wolf its soul and allows them to have the wind speed.
Now, this ray of white is broken.
The leader of the wind wolf made an angry and unwilling howl, however, the howl did not come out in its entirety, and it stopped as if cut off by a sword.
Numerous cracks appeared on the white grass road, and those cracks were parallel to the direction of the mausoleum, like countless straight lines, stopped on the road where the wind wolves charged.
As long as the wind wolf crosses this straight line, it will be cut by an invisible force.
The wolf paws that stepped on the hard ground broke.
The wolf with the flying white bait broke.
The wolf tail is broken and the wolf is broken.
The wolves composed of hundreds of wind wolves were broken at the moment when those cracks appeared.
It was like a large basket of stones was fallen on the ground, and the sound of whistling sounded on the white grass road.
The bodies of countless wind wolves were cut into pieces, rolling on the white grass road, and some rolled into the grass beside the road, and some were directly cut into pieces by more swords.
On the road to the mausoleum, there are broken limbs everywhere, blood is sprayed everywhere, the white grass road becomes a blood channel, and the smell is extremely pungent.
As the smell diffused to the sky, the sword in the cracks also rose against the rain and came into the sky.
Thousands of grey vultures flying in the high sky, quietly and strangely, these monsters are powerful and insidious. At first, even Xu Yourong had to burn the last Tianfeng true blood before he beheaded the group of grey vultures. Instead of roaring violently like other monsters, he flew quietly towards the tomb.
It seems that there is a sky between them and the mausoleum, nothing is blocked in front, which is convenient for them to launch a sneak attack.
However, those swordsmanship also came into the sky.
The cracks in the grassland seemed to tear apart the sky.
Numerous screams suddenly sounded, and countless broken feathers fluttered down, falling faster to the ground of the grassland, with blood of fascinating colors.
Thousands of grey vultures have fallen one after another, and for a time, they appeared even denser than the rainstorm.
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Countless monsters and rushed towards the mausoleum split into murky pieces.
Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the grassland, the weeds were broken into debris, and the soil was cut into gravel.
Even the cloud in the high sky was shredded, turned into countless pieces of flounder, and floated in anxiety.
The rainstorm stopped like this.
At the edge of the grassland, the setting sun, which does not resemble the sun, finally had the opportunity to spill the warm red light around the tomb.
There are corpses of monsters and monsters everywhere, and occasionally some monsters that were seriously injured and still screamed screamingly.
The beast tide rushing towards the mausoleum stopped for a while, and he dared not move on, slowly undulating.
This is a blood-red world.
The sea of ​​black monsters has also become a quiet red sea.
The mausoleum in the beast tide, after being wet by rain, became extremely dark, and it looked like a black reef in the Red Sea.
Regardless of the storms and storms, and the torrential rain and cracks, it never shook the slightest.
Compared with this blood-red world and black mausoleum, the truly shocking picture is in the grassland around the mausoleum.
A remnant sword flew hard from the grass to the sky, and screamed clearly.
An old sword came out of the water, with the sound of muddy water falling.
An ancient sword came out of the rock with a dull friction.
Dozens of swords.
Hundreds of swords.
Thousands of swords.
Or it is difficult, or hesitant, or joy to break through the grass and reappear between the world.
Countless swords appeared over the grassland around the tomb.
This grassland is full of water, more like wetlands, or grass.
For hundreds of years, countless people have been looking for Jianchi, but no one has found it, even without a clue.
Because no one had thought of it before, Jian Chi... turned out to be so big.
Jianchi is not a mountain pond or a cold lake.
Those swords have always been in this grassland.
This piece of grassland with infinite horizon and infinite expanse is Jianchi.
No, where is the pool, this is obviously a sea.
Jianhai.
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The grassland is quiet.
Chen Changsheng stood on the edge of the stone platform and looked at the scene in front of him, silently.
He had already vaguely guessed the truth of Jianchi before, but when he saw the picture of Wan Jian's birth, he was still shocked to the extreme.
Nanke stood on the Shinto and looked at the scene without expression, not knowing what he was thinking. Ning Qiu covered her mouth so that she did not exclaim, and her companion Huicui sat down in the rain. The old man playing the piano was extremely pale, and the Guqin in front of him was covered with blood, but he didn't dare to look behind him.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner withdrew their gazes and looked at each other, seeing the regret and determination in each other's eyes.
No one speaks, and no one moves.
Even the beast tide in the grassland calmed down slowly.
Because those swords are flying towards the mausoleum.
Countless swords, flying in the warm red light, as if to cover the sky.
As they approached the mausoleum, the thousands of sword bodies washed by the rain shone with light, like stars.
That picture is really beautiful.
But those swords fly slowly, not as proudly as they were when they were born.
Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, slowly spreading out, like an array of soldiers.
The world is full of sword intentions.
Those swords were once extremely powerful, but now they are weak, intertwined, and somewhat messy.
There is no intelligence in these swords, but there are emotions, all kinds of complex emotions.
For this mausoleum, the sword's emotions are indifferent and warlike.
For the young man standing in the mausoleum, the emotion of the sword is to see the old man, please take us away.
The knife was ruthless, and time was even more ruthless.
These swords have been sleeping deep in the sea of ​​grass for hundreds of years, and they are already broken.
At the moment of leaving the grassland, these swords have burst their most powerful force.
Yes, these swords are old, rusty and about to rot.
The swords nowadays are seriously wounded warriors and elders who have stepped forward.
They should have left the battlefield a long time ago and returned to the old pastoral, but unfortunately the pastoral here is not good, nor is it the hometown, just a cage.
For hundreds of years, they did not want to leave this grassland all the time, but in the end only one companion succeeded, taking away their hearts.
However, that companion never came back.
To this day, at the moment when these swords are desperate, the old man finally comes back to meet.
A teenager returned to the prairie with that intention.
The sword is old, but the boy is young.
Chen Changsheng's longing for freedom and love for life are so pure and firm.
Like a breeze, awakening them.
They heard his call, believed his will, and regained their ambitions.
The old sword still has a lot of power, and the offense can kill the enemy.
Ambitious.
Going thousands of miles away.
Return to your hometown.
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(Six thousand words to say good, today I have to say something. There are only four thousand in this chapter. The reason is very simple. This chapter scraps me. The spirit is in these four thousand words. The difference of two thousand will be made up tomorrow, and eight thousand words will be updated tomorrow.)
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