The black plain clothes were connected with the darkness, as if the endless darkness was only a corner of the man's clothes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Yan looked at it, and saw a shadow appear in the depths. Dressed in a black emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist, wearing a thin white smoke veil, if the shoulders are cut into a waist, if the muscles are condensed like a quiet orchid, the waist is folded to a slight step, and the wrist is in the light yarn, and a hollow gold hairpin is obliquely inserted in the head of the bun, and the long beads tremble and hang down, swaying between the temples, the eyebrows are not described, the lips are pursed, Yan is like a danguo, holding a rusty Fangtian painting halberd, and there is a tendency to break the wind between the dances, which is quite heroic.

"Thief, don't be caught before you tie your hands! " The woman asked, picking up a spear at her feet.

"What did she say?" Qiu Yan frowned slightly and asked out loud.

"It turns out that the mausoleum keepers really exist. Zhang Yanfeng looked at the woman dumbfounded and said slightly. "Stinky boy, this time it's a big trouble, we dug up someone's grave by mistake. According to historical records, it is the responsibility of the mausoleum keepers to keep the light in front of the holy lord's spirit forever, which means that the woman in front of her is a family that guards the mausoleum from being disturbed by the troubled times, and she was also a brave general who followed the tomb owner in the past.

"Lu Fengxian?"

"Yes, do you remember when I was in the tunnel earlier, I said that he was wearing a three-pronged purple and gold crown, a Xichuan red cotton robe with a hundred flowers on his body, a beast-faced head swallowing chain armor, and a delicate lion belt around his waist.

"There is a reason for it, and we have no choice but to do it, just explain it to her, I guess we won't do anything. Qiu Yan spread out his palms as if he didn't understand, shook his head, and said.

"Explain what a fart! Let's tear down a hole in the mausoleum of our ancestors! This matter can be explained in a few words! Besides, the mausoleum keeper is isolated from the world and never asks about the world, and has maintained the tradition of the ancient civilization era, can you understand what she says!" Zhang Yanfeng retreated as he spoke, and unconsciously walked to the edge of a stone pillar, and when he came to his senses, he found that his hand had unconsciously touched it. Suddenly, the stone pillar suddenly trembled, the amplitude was not obvious, the speed was extremely fast, and the buzzing sound was immediately transmitted.

"What did you do!" Qiu Yan exclaimed as he watched the changes around him.

"I didn't do anything, I just touched this stone pillar, and this stone pillar suddenly started like this. Zhang Yanfeng said in a panic. As soon as the words fell, he noticed that the black mark on the stone pillar, which was not obvious, began to light up. One pillar may not feel like anything, at best a little permeating, but what about the columns in the whole square starting to change? A very neat hum began to fill the space.

Zhang Yanfeng's face turned white, and the whole thing was beyond his imagination. Who knows what will happen to this pillar if it changes. The buzz became more and more popular, and Qiu Yan, who was not surprised, changed his face and hurriedly called out to Chen Yao. The mark on the stone pillar slowly began to turn red, and suddenly the buzzing stopped, but suddenly there was a burst of noise, like thunder! This kind of transformation from extreme stillness to extreme movement made Qiu Yan and Zhang Yanfeng's throats sweet, and they actually coughed up blood.

At this time, the entire stone pillar began to glow, and towering figures appeared out of thin air on each stone pillar, some large and some small, all making a silent roar. Qiu Yan and Zhang Yanfeng could clearly see what was being said in the mouth of the figure at the same time, but they couldn't hear anything, even if Qiu Yan could read lip language, it was useless, the ancient language was completely different from the modern language.

"What are they doing!?" Qiu Yan said in surprise as he grinned at the corners of his mouth and stroked his chest.

"How do I know!" It can be seen that Zhang Yanfeng was in an extremely unhappy mood at this time.

"Thief!" With a loud shout, the woman brandished Fang Tian's halberd to tear through the air at an extremely alarming speed, and rushed straight towards Zhang Yanfeng.

The woman's speed was extremely fast, and Qiu Yan's speed was not slow, and she was chasing with great strides, and in an instant, Qiu Yan pulled Zhang Yanfeng's collar and leaned back, sliding back like flowing water. At the same time, Qiu Yan pulled out Ji He and collided with the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in the woman's hand.

'Wow!' The voice echoed, the woman's attack was as fast as thunder, there was no way to dodge at all, and that strength combined with the weight of Fang Tian's halberd itself actually caused the tiles under Qiu Yan's feet to shatter at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Almost instantly, the halberd reached the sky above Qiu Yan's head, however, for such a fierce attack by the woman, Qiu Yan's face remained unchanged at all, and he did not have the slightest trace of retreating, he stepped out in one step, and then in front of everyone's eyes, a punch was blasted out.

'Bang!' The two of them punched and blocked at the same time, and suddenly, there seemed to be an amazing strong wind, which swept wildly. The tricks and speed of the two people are basically exactly the same, they are all attacking each other's vital points, the only difference is that one uses a sword and the other uses a halberd.

"We have no intention of breaking into the precious land, but we are forced to meet danger, and we hope to raise our noble hands. In the first confrontation, Qiu Yan didn't show the slightest disadvantage, but just relied on her strength to match the woman. It's just that the sharp-eyed Zhang Yanfeng accidentally found that Qiu Yan's arm holding Ji He trembled slightly.

"Wait, whoever moves the tomb of my king, die!" The woman danced the Fang Tian painting halberd I don't know how many times it has been refined, one move and one style are naturally proficient in the heart, and the follow-up of each move, the change, and even the move can be connected with her eyes closed. Seeing that the woman's appearance didn't seem to have done her best, this terrifying sense of power made De Qiuyan feel suffocated.

"Quick! Take Chen Yao to hide first, I may not be able to beat her! I'll buy you time, find a way first!" Looking at that shadow, Qiu Yan's pupils contracted extremely.

At this time, the woman's eyes were also slowly cold, and the cold voice, mixed with strong killing intent, spread in front of her.

"Since you insist on dying, I will do what you wish!"