A vulture's voice came from afar: "Young man, you can play by yourself, this bird will not be accompanied!" ”

Before the words of the bird master fell, Yang Jun, who was pressed down by the invisible barrier, suddenly flashed a bright light in front of him.

The flat pattern twisted suddenly, and the flat ground arched a curved arc in front of Yang Jun. It is like a squeezed crust of the earth, slowly forming mountain ranges.

Even though the source of light could hardly be found in the hidden realm, in the haze, the light refracted by thousands of cold blades still blinded Yang Jun.

High and low mountains, half a foot long blade. This is the real sword mountain.

The mountains "overgrown" with sharp blades rose from the ground, and instantly turned into a bulge several feet high. The majestic mountains will not fall, and they will be crumbling.

"! Dead vulture, you tell me how to play! ”

Pointed at by thousands of sharp blades, Yang Jun was shocked to see it. Since then, I can still have intensive phobias and sharp phobias.

I can't escape, and I don't know how to play it.

When these sharp blades are stationary, he still consumes energy, and the enemy does not move, and I do not move. But now Daoshan took the initiative to attack, and he was at a disadvantage in an instant.

I haven't figured out a way to deal with it for a long time, so I can only be beaten passively. Yang Jun's regret is too late.

Now he didn't care about scolding his mother, he quickly closed his mouth, held the ten thousand butcher knife in his hand, and the words of the big vulture kept floating in his mind.

The Soul Snatching Seal, the natal pattern of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

But he who is holding the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is now being attacked by this so-called natal attachment pattern!

Without waiting for him to do what he thought again, with a "boom", a cluster of tenacity burst out of the pattern cut and went straight to his front door.

Everywhere I passed, the fog dissipated, but with the chill from late autumn to winter, the whole world was suddenly cold.

Yang Jun's face was solemn, and he stepped out, and the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife moved with the momentum.

The thick blade and narrow blade were like a sharp lightning bolt in the thin mist, cutting through the thick clouds, tearing through the barrier between heaven and earth, and slamming into the earth.

Thorn -

The hidden realm is like a pool of stagnant air, with a faint tremor for a moment.

Yang Jun seemed to be able to hear a buzzing sound in both ears.

But this is clearly not the time to pay attention to this. The sword of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife collided head-on with the flying blade. Both ears were filled with the sharp and piercing sound of gold objects clashing.

The swept blades were one after another, like a continuous wind, an endless stream of water. Following the notches of the patterns on the ground, the sharp blade was constantly pulled up by the invisible hand, and then thrown at Yang Jun.

In the stagnant hidden space, lifeless patterns and blades seemed to come to life, struggling and swimming fiercely.

Brush Lala –

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife broke through the attacking blade head-on, cutting it off from it. Countless sharp blades were cut in two, and the debris in front of Yang Jun flew wildly, and the bright light in front of him was sprinkled one after another, like snow, showing a strange and harmonious beauty.

Dazzling, Yang Jun gradually felt that his strength was insufficient, and the lack of aura between the spiritual meridians made him feel a sense of confusion in his heart.

It's just that there is no way back!

At this time, the sword blade can only step on the tip of the knife and wade through the flames.

With a lift of his eyelids, Yang Jun's eyes crossed the surface of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and looked at the bladed giant snake that stretched endlessly in front of him.

In the gray background, the snow-white blades are endless, like the snow waves on the coastline that cannot be seen, and like the giant python rolling upside down, and the dragon screaming wildly.

And this scene is so familiar!

The situation when I first contacted Wan Butcher Knife suddenly appeared in my mind.

The boundless night, the sea that swallows everything, and the white line where the sea and the sky meet.

Today's self is suppressed by the mist hidden realm, and he can't get the nourishment of aura. I faced the wave that day, but I didn't know anything, and I also relied on my own strength to cut through the wind and waves!

Yang Jun's chest suddenly became arrogant, and a trace of panic faded.

Reason in the mind once again occupies the peak. Thinking back to the words of the big vulture, he stepped on the knife mountain and cracked the soul seal.

Therefore, the knife mountain is the appearance, and the root is also the imprint of the attached pattern.

The strength in his hand was undiminished, and he coped with the continuous sharp blades, but his gaze wandered on the knife mountain, looking for familiar patterns according to the pattern imprints he had previously traced and carved in his mind.

The Great Vulture appeared when he was looking for the "Eye of the Array" after he cracked the Soul Capture Seal, and it was also the time when he was about to find the "Origin".

Yang Jun's eyes narrowed slightly. This "origin" must be the key to cracking the knife mountain.

Interrupted by the sudden appearance of the big vulture, Yang Jun had not yet figured out the location of this "origin", but the basic pattern in the shape of a rugby ball had been deeply engraved in his mind.

It's not accurate to say "according to the map", but with his deep impression of the pattern, it is not too difficult for him to find the "origin" again.

It's just that the wind and waves in the hidden realm were calm just now, but at this time, the wind and clouds were thundering, the waves were rolling, and the entire phantom body of the Soul Snatching Seal was beyond recognition. In front of him, there was an endless stream of sharp blades attacking him. How is he going to step on the knife mountain in front of him and find that "origin"?

A row of sharp blades flew out of the pattern notch in front of him, and the next moment, a half-foot-long sharp blade came out in unison.

Yang Jun kept swinging his sword, and he was constantly knocked down by the huge waves composed of sharp blades. His figure, in this mighty and surging wave, still seems so thin and small.

It is like a twinkling meteor in the vast night sky, with no foundation, swimming in the boundless universe. Even the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was almost covered by the endless white blades.

Under the roaring raging waves, the momentum of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife seemed to be completely obscured. But if you look closely, you can see the flickering black shadow in the surging white waves, like a small flat boat in the monstrous waves, rising and falling in the rolling waves.

The waves of sharp blades came one after another, the front wave did not disappear, and the back wave came.

Yang Jun held his sour arm and slashed the sharp knife flying in front of him, but his eyes were divided to find the pattern mark on the ground.

The Blades are struck in sequence with the pattern notches of the Dementor Seal, so this task is not too difficult.

Yang Jun's gaze continued to search for the pattern marks covered with sharp blades, and his eyes directly skimmed over the sharp blades of the half-foot-long Qi brush like leek stubble, and landed on the surface of the black attached pattern.

The huge pattern, the knife light is reflected in it, and there is a faint smooth flow. Yang Jun's fingertips trembled, and he seemed to have gained a trace of vast mystical power in the haze.

The pattern in my mind seemed to be lit up by something in an instant, and the black nicks were as red as red iron.

Yang Jun's gaze finally found the rugby-shaped imprint of the basic pattern of the Dementor Seal on the distorted imprint in front of him, and his gaze wandered along the outline of the familiar pattern, gradually converging towards the top, the "origin" to which many tips pointed.

However, the bulging ground in front of him was like a high mountain, blocking his way. It was also like a huge wave in the sea, overturning on his head.

His eyes closed suddenly, and Yang Jun's hand holding the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife suddenly tightened.

Although I didn't open my eyes, the imprint of the whole pattern was deeply engraved in my mind. According to the impression in his mind, the phantom in front of him, he swung the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife to the end, and the speed suddenly increased tenfold, and he even led the knife with the person, and slammed into that knife mountain!

The shining blade slashed, cutting and tearing the white and bright blade dragon, and Yang Jun's "eyes" instantly bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and the crumbs of the blade flew like snowflakes.

From the head of the dragon to the tail, Yang Jun swept the blade to the end, until the pattern notch of the Soul Capture Seal stretched out.

As soon as he approached, the cold aura of the ten thousand cold blades rushed to his face, and Yang Jun suddenly felt a chill on his face, as if he was facing an iceberg.

Buzz –

When the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife touched the split sharp blade and reached the depths of the nick, Yang Jun's face was only more than three feet away from the Ten Thousand Handle Cold Blade.

On the majestic Knife Mountain, he was just a drop in the ocean, and even wondered if he would be like a fly nailed to death on the nail board.

Fortunately, after stopping the last sharp knife that came out of the nick, the sharp knife that was about to fly out of the entire pattern stopped running like a machine that had suddenly lost power.

A slightly cold breath climbed up Yang Jun's arm along the ten thousand butcher knives, freezing him all over.

Like a drop of water rolling down onto an iceberg, Yang Jun's figure instantly froze.

His arms stiffened, and before the terrifying aura continued to spread, Yang Jun shook his arms and pushed the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in the direction of the pattern towards the middle "origin" position.

Thorn Lara –

A pile of debris flew past Yang Jun's face, hands, and the edges of his body.

Ten thousand butcher knives harvested wheat and chopped the sharp blades all over the ground.

The shadow of the sword flew out, and the white blade gradually faded, revealing the ground that was originally dark and full of patterns. When the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife touched, the sharp blades fell one after another, but the notched surface of the Soul Snatcher Seal was so hard that it didn't move.

Inevitably affected by what he saw in front of him, disrupting the memory of the pattern of the Dementor Seal in his mind, Yang Jun closed his eyes, and only relied on the five senses and the feeling from the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in his hand to control the direction of the tip of the knife, and followed the notch of the Dementor Seal.

Where he couldn't see, a wisp of red light crept up the black blade from the ground along the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, staying at the edge where the tip of the knife tangent to the back of the knife.

Suddenly, after a trace of coldness, the palm was slightly warm, as if pinching a steel drill that was gradually warmed.

Yang Jun didn't care, he just thought that it was because of the friction heat and his own too much effort, and just drew a rough olive-shaped outline, but he heard the sound of clicking and clicking in his ears.

The sound was like billions of termites gnawing on a piece of wood, but sitting in the middle of the rotten wood.

Yang Jun's scalp was numb, and when he glanced at it, it was thousands of sharp blades pouring in the direction of the periphery. On the ten thousand butcher knife in his hand, a red light fainted, a red thread appeared on the tip of the knife, and the vines were generally covered with the black back of the knife. (To be continued.) )