The black long sword floated above the sword coffin against common sense. But at the moment when Professor Hu stretched out his right hand to the hilt of the sword, the black long sword trembled violently and churned.

The long sword turned sharply, and it slashed through Professor Hu's neck in an instant.

Blood splattered, and Professor Hu's head fell directly from his neck. With a plop, Professor Hu's body, still maintaining the movement of raising his hand, slowly fell to the ground.

"Grandpa!" , full of disbelief came out of Bi Ren's mouth. At this moment, his body had almost recovered, and he rushed forward, instantly running to Bi Ren's side.

didn't wait for Bi Ren to reflect at all, Zhang Yang turned his right arm and directly clamped Bi Ren's neck.

With a creak, Bi Ren, whose eyes were full of shock, struggled twice, and lost his life in an instant.

Probably because of the effect of the large piece of powder just now, although Zhang Yang recovered a lot at this time, he couldn't help but gasp for breath at this violent move.

With the warm current in his body, after a while, after completely expelling the strange feeling in his body, his flamboyant expression was much better.

Glancing at Xue Li with a frown, Zhang Yang squatted down and probed Xue Li's snort. After realizing that Xue Li was indeed just fainting, Zhang Yang relaxed slightly.

His gaze moved slowly, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at the black long sword.

At this time, the black long sword that had cut off Professor Hu's head continued to float quietly on top of the sword coffin as if nothing had changed. If it weren't for the blood in that place, Zhang Yang really doubted if everything just now was an illusion.

After a slight hesitation, thinking of the unbelievable nature of the long sword, Zhang Yang's eyes inevitably flashed with caution. Even, because of such a mood, Zhang Yang thought about it for a while, and actually carried Xue Li violently, preparing to leave this tomb.

But at the moment when Zhang Yang just picked up Xue Li's body, the previous feeling of summoning that seemed to come from the underworld actually attacked Zhang Yang again.

As soon as this feeling appeared, Zhang Yang's steps about to leave the tomb couldn't help but stop in place.

It's like a machine, and the neck is connected to the body, a little, a little turn. In an instant, Zhang Yang's eyes couldn't help but look at the black long sword again.

As if his body was almost uncontrollable, as if he was being pulled by that feeling in the dark, Zhang Yang actually carried Xue Li and walked towards the black long sword step by step.

The warm current in his body suddenly moved, and at the same time, the slightly trance-like color in Zhang Yang's eyes retreated suddenly. And the steps towards the black long sword also stopped in place at this moment.

A trace of cold sweat couldn't help but rise on his cheeks, and he glanced at the headless corpse of Professor Hu under the black long sword, and a creepy feeling floated in Zhang Yang's heart.

If before, Zhang Yang really didn't think of anything strange about this summoning in the dark, but at this time, looking at the side of Professor Hu's corpse, it turned out to be more and more weird, and inexplicable, a little blood that disappeared out of thin air, Zhang Yang couldn't help but flash a guess in his heart.

You can't just feel that feeling! Professor Hu should have felt it too! Even, in Zhang Yang's mind, Professor Hu probably felt that sense of calling earlier than himself, and it was much stronger. It is also because of this that Professor Hu's emotions just now were so trance and abnormal.

Because of the warm current in his body at this time, Zhang Yang felt that his brain was extremely clear. It was also at this moment that Zhang Yang realized that the sense of summoning was obviously tempting him to take a step towards death.

After perceiving such an unbelievable situation, Zhang Yang's face couldn't help but turn white. Subconsciously took a step back, and Zhang Yang was about to leave this gloomy tomb without hesitation.

But Zhang Yang only took two steps back, maybe Zhang Yang broke free from his temptation, maybe it was because he felt the warm current in Zhang Yang's body, the black long sword that seemed to have a spirit surname, in an instant, as if it was stimulated, it shot towards Zhang Yang.

Khan Mao stood up immediately, looking at the speed at which the black long sword was shooting, Zhang Yang knew that he couldn't dodge it at all. Gritting his teeth violently, Zhang Yang directly stretched out his right hand to block the black long sword that flew towards him.

With a bang, the black long sword struck instantly, but what made Zhang Yang stunned was that at this moment, the warm current in his body was surging wildly, directly pouring out through his right arm.

Although he couldn't see the changes in front of him, at this moment, Zhang Yang could clearly feel that in front of his right hand, an invisible barrier seemed to be formed.

Because the eyes have long been unable to use the Qi Xiao Yao Pupil, although the center of the eyebrows is in Zhang Yang's estimation, it is very likely to have a 'eye' that is different from the Qi Xiao Pupil, and even more, but that existence is definitely not free to control by Zhang Yang at this time.

It is also for this reason that although Zhang Yang can feel the front side of his right hand at this time, there seems to be a barrier, but there is no way to see it at all.

But before Zhang Yang could breathe a sigh of relief, the black long sword actually slammed into a sharp blade, and changed the stab to a split.

Bang, bang, bang, accompanied by the black long sword, slashed on the invisible barrier, Zhang Yang clearly felt the warm current in his body, and it was rapidly consumed.

His face changed, although he walked step by step, moved back slightly, but felt the warm current in his body, Zhang Yang knew that without waiting for himself to leave this tomb, this black long sword could completely consume the warm current in his body.

Even, in Zhang Yang's thoughts, even if he left this tomb and returned to the passage, would this black long sword be able to let himself go?

Gritting his teeth, after a fierce flash of color flashed under his eyes, he actually stood up against the black long sword, and reached out his right hand violently, grasping the black hilt.

Originally, he just had the idea of fighting, but under this grip, the diaphragm did not stop Zhang Yang at all, and in an instant, Zhang Yang's right hand was held on the black hilt.

With a slam bang, the long sword with a spiritual surname seemed to not expect such a general situation, so he paused for a moment.

The buzzing and violent trembling, accompanied by the long sword's 'relief from the gods', ascended from the sword body, through Zhang Yang's arm, to Zhang Yang's body, and even at this moment, Zhang Yang's body couldn't help but be pulled by the black long sword, and shook violently.

Although he didn't know the specific situation, at this moment, Zhang Yang knew that this was obviously the resistance of the black long sword. If you get rid of it at this time, then what you are facing will definitely be a different place.

A ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and his mind frantically triggered the warm current in his body that was already surging violently.

As if being pulled, the warm current in Zhang Yang's body surged out through Zhang Yang's right arm. Even in the feeling of publicity, the warm current was unbelievably instilled into the black long sword.

Suddenly instilled in the warm current in Zhang Yang's body, the black long sword actually shook even more violently, looking at the trend, he obviously wanted to struggle to get rid of Zhang Yang's right hand as soon as possible.

But no matter how the black long sword trembled, Zhang Yang held the hilt of the sword tightly.

When Zhang Yang was feeling the warm current in his body, and it was obvious that it was beginning to bottom out, the black long sword may have been tired from struggling, or maybe it had been subdued by the warm current in Zhang Yang's body. The attitude of struggle dissipated little by little. In the blink of an eye, there was no tendency to resist at all, but he was quietly held in his hand by Zhang Yang.

Aware of this situation, Zhang Yang didn't dare to relax at all, and still stubbornly poured his almost bottoming warm current into the black long sword.

After a while, Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a breath. At this time, the warm current in Zhang Yang's body has completely bottomed out.

Although there was a faint and irrepressible tiredness, because his body was far better than ordinary people, Zhang Yang still barely supported his body at this time, carrying Xue Li in place.

Little by little, little by little, cautiously brought the black long sword to his eyes. At this moment, as if in contact with Zhang Yang's gaze, the black long sword trembled coldly, and a faint sound also came out violently from the blade.

Stunned, he looked at the still very gloomy sword blade in his hand, and the color in his eyes at this time was inevitably a little stunned.

Boom, boom, just then, the surrounding burial chambers began to collapse. Even the passage that the previous few people entered was much faster than the speed at which the tomb collapsed.

His face turned pale suddenly, looking at this sudden situation, and then glancing at the trend around him that had collapsed, Zhang Yang's heart was bitter at this time.

Dead?

But when Zhang Yang was almost desperate, he found that although the tomb also collapsed, as if there was some reason, it did not collapse into the tomb at all, but faintly shattered and collapsed outside the tomb.

In the blink of an eye, whether it was the passage or the tomb, it completely disappeared from Zhang Yang's field of vision.

The dust in the sky invisibly obscured Zhang Yang's vision. But just after the dust was a little bit cleared, Zhang Yangden froze in place.

One after another, the lights hit Zhang Yang's body, and there were even red points of light lingering on Zhang Yang's body.

The tip of his nose couldn't help but slip a trace of cold sweat, looking at the loaded guns around him, all dragging their guns, faintly aiming at his figure, in the dim night, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Boom, boom, accompanied by a light that was much brighter than the lights on the surrounding guns, shining on Zhang Yang's body, a helicopter actually wandered from a distance to the top of Zhang Yang's head.

Subconsciously raised his head to look, and at this moment, a relatively muffled gunfire suddenly appeared.

The back couldn't help hurting, and what followed was a feeling of lethargy, which violently hit Zhang Yang's heart. Even so, Zhang Yang's heart couldn't help but relax a lot.

Is it a tranquilizer gun? As long as you live, there is still hope for everything......

But when Zhang Yang was planted on the ground, his eyes, which were still closed, saw a scene that stunned Zhang Yang.

At this moment, Zhang Yang shouted the truth: Don't make trouble for me, okay!

With a plop, Zhang Yang fell to the ground, but the black long sword in Zhang Yang's hand before seemed to be enraged, and it suddenly took off Zhang Yang's hand and shot quickly towards the helicopter, the figure holding a sniper rifle.

Whoosh, the black long sword flashed, and without waiting for the person who had just shot Zhang Yang to react, it instantly passed through the middle of the person's face. After killing that person, the long sword with a rather spiritual surname, as if it was puzzled, swung its blade, and slashed directly at the place where the propeller and the fuselage were connected.

Click, the propeller that was cut off by a sword actually detached directly from the fuselage, and shot quickly into the distance.

The helicopter was plumping into smoke and plunged headlong into the ground.

The reason why the feeling of lethargy became more and more intense, Zhang Yang's desperately wide eyes, finally began to close a little, a little weakly.

Despite this, before losing consciousness, Zhang Yang faintly heard a rumbling explosion.

The helicopter fell, and the countless figures around it were a little chaotic when they landed. And at this moment, no one noticed that the black long sword flew back into Zhang Yang's hand again, and at the same time, there was an incomparably short lunar eclipse in the sky.

And at this moment, the 'ring' in the sky was faintly sprinkled with an invisible brilliance towards Zhang Yang. (To be continued.) )