General Zhao fell down in one step, surpassed everyone, and reached the front, stabbing Wang Er with a sword.

"How daring!" Wang Er was shocked and angry, he saw the other party's terribleness, but this sword was stabbed into his face, which could be described as extremely insulting. He is the pride of the sky, how can he suffer such humiliation from Gao, even if the other party is a martial arts senior.

The sword light exploded, like fireworks on the fifteenth day of the Lantern Festival, and a little spark shot at General Zhao, and every spark was full of destructive power. Seeing this, the masters who followed behind were so frightened that they hurriedly stopped.

Snort –

The slight sound was the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh, the starfire disappeared in the sky, Wang Er kept the fencing movement, but his expression was incredulous, and his eyes were panicked and helpless.

"You...... How can you ......?"

His neck was crooked, and he died of exhaustion.

General Zhao slowly drew the sword that pierced his heart, and a stream of blood shot out.

"Don't come here—" A master shouted, before the words fell, his body was cold, he had already been swords, and his heart was swords. His expression was a little dazed, but his eyes had dimmed.

"You-"

There was a master who fell, far away from General Zhao, and he thought it had nothing to do with him, but when death came, everything was over. General Zhao took a sword in the east and a sword in the west, slashed his sword six times, and killed six people.

There was a chill in the hearts of the people behind, and General Zhao's every sword was clearly visible, but those masters took the initiative to send them to the door as if they had fallen into an evil spirit. Liu Wei'an naturally knew that this was not true, but what happened specifically, I am afraid that I will not be able to find out if I don't face it directly, but I am about to face it, and I am afraid that I will not have a chance again.

"Father Zhang Daoxian-" Zhang Yibu's face changed greatly when he saw General Zhao looking at him.

"It's useless to fight dad here." General Zhao grinned and stabbed out with a sword.

The sword was stabbed out flatly, and the strength could not be seen, and every trace of the trajectory could be seen clearly, as if in the early morning, the old man's sword dance was practiced in the morning, slowly and gently. Outsiders couldn't see anything abnormal, only Zhang Yibu, who was locked, let out a desperate cry.

"Ahh

He stood still and let the arrow pierce his heart, his face full of horror and helplessness.

Whoosh –

Ji Wushen, Zhang Yangjin, Zhang Wuhe, Liu Wei'an, Huang Baifu...... There were other masters, who coincidentally approached together, looking at General Zhao vigilantly. General Zhao glanced at them, showed a nonchalant smile, and walked towards the dried corpse.

After the dry corpse sat up, it kept this position, motionless, with the palms facing up, and the animal skin was not placed on the hand, but suspended in the air, which was amazing.

General Zhao had already arrived in front of the coffin, and everyone could only watch, not because they didn't want to rob it, but because they didn't dare. The difference in strength is too great, that is, General Zhao is worried about animal skins, if not, I am afraid that one sword will be slaughtered.

General Zhao did not go to the animal skin immediately, but stared at the dried corpse, looked at it for about half a cup of tea, and made sure that the dried corpse was not harmful, and then stretched out his hand. Liu Wei'an's expression was calm, and he had actually been secretly communicating with the big array in the cemetery, but it was very strange, he could obviously sense that there was a big array buried underground, but he couldn't mobilize it, it was like scratching his boots, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The rest of his eyes was staring at Ji Wushen and the others, he knew that these people would not give up the animal skin like this, the "Immortal Inheritance Sutra" was the world's top mental method, and it could create a top-level gate valve. The reason why the Ji family can be inherited and respected by all families is that the Ji family has mastered a top-level mental method. Most of the ancient books of the Heart Law Sutra have been lost in the long course of history. Today's so-called families, such as the Liu family, the Zhao family, the Wang family, the Zhang family, etc., all they get are some fragmented remnants, even so, they can be prosperous for a while, enjoy wealth, and see the power of scriptures.

Ji Wushen's clenched fists were glowing, a pale yellow light, very faint, but there was a palpitating aura emanating from it. Zhang Yangjin and Huang Baifu also had their own moves, and just when these people were about to make a move, there was a change on General Zhao's side.

General Zhao's strength was undoubted, but he was not careless, he was very cautious, and did not rashly touch the animal skin with his hands, but with his sword. The moment the sword touched the hide, the hide turned into a thousand rays of light and shot in all directions, and at the same time, the corpse moved. Grabbing the long sword with his left hand, and his right hand was like a knife, he split General Zhao in half from head to toe.

A terrifying scene that shocked everyone.

"General Zhao!" The Ancient Relic exclaimed in unison, their expressions terrified.

The dry corpse slowly stood up, and as it got up, a terrifying aura permeated out, like a tide, like a hurricane, and in an instant, everyone, regardless of strength, was unable to move, as if there was a Mount Tai on their shoulders, and their bones creaked and were about to break.

"How many years...... It's finally here...... My people ......" The corpse's mouth opened and closed, making a loud noise, and a voice sounded directly in everyone's heads.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an wanted to ask, but he couldn't, the pressure was too great, he couldn't speak, and even his mental fluctuations couldn't be transmitted, so he was suppressed.

Dried corpses are terrifying.

A stream of thought swept over, paused on a master's body, and made a sound.

"It's too weak!"

The master didn't snort and fainted.

The thought came to the second master and swept away.

"The qualifications are too poor!"

The second master, with a roll of his eyes, fell.

"Not eligible to inherit!"

The third master loses consciousness.

The speed of the stream of consciousness scanning was extremely fast, and it came to Huang Baifu's body in the blink of an eye. Huang Baifu's eyes showed a glint of hope, but unexpectedly, the stream of consciousness did not stay at all, he fainted, and before he fell, he faintly heard it.

"Too old!"

Zhang Yangjin was behind Huang Baifu, and after Huang Baifu was him, when the stream of consciousness came to his body, his excited heartbeat stopped. The stream of consciousness stayed on him several times longer than the others, but unfortunately it ended up gone.

"It's barely visible, but it's not good."

In an instant, Zhang Yangjin was enveloped in huge disappointment and fainted.

"Isn't there a qualifying one?"

The people who were standing all fell, and there were only three people left, Ji Wushen, the black-clothed noble son, and Liu Wei'an. Liu Wei'an is because he has lost his skills, his speed is slow, and he is lagging behind. The noble man in black was because he didn't move at all, standing at the very back, Ji Wushen was not scanned, probably because he wanted to stay at the end, and the stream of consciousness also felt that he was the best.

When the stream of consciousness came to Ji Wushen, Liu Wei'an and the black-clothed noble boy were both tight, and Ji Wushen was very calm, but if you look closely, you will find that his capillaries have constricted.

"Liu Wei'an!"

"Liu Wei'an!"

"Liu Wei'an!"

The three calls, one louder than the other, and one grander than the other, seemed to be transmitted from the depths of the universe, expanding layer by layer, and finally filling the whole world like a flood of bells.

Liu Wei'an woke up suddenly, the picture in front of him suddenly changed, the strange treasures that were pushed like a mountain were gone, the coffin was gone, the dried corpse was gone, everything was gone, he was standing in the dim tomb, his line of sight could only be seen within five meters, the little crow didn't know where it came out, it was called just now.

Still in the door!

Liu Wei'an let out a cold sweat.