The earth trembled.

Trembling as the black-pressed army marched in the distance.

Meng Liang looked at the army that was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, he looked at Xu Han and Wang Yangming beside him, and secretly felt that his throat was a little dry.

"What, old man, did you say before that you let us go with the fierce sword?" Meng Liang asked cautiously.

Wang Yangming was dressed in white and drifting in the night, he looked at Meng Liang when he heard the words, and said in a calm tone: "The Great Yan Sword Technique is about moving forward, if you go, you have to go earlier, if you leave without a fight at this moment, your sword heart will inevitably be broken, and the sword spirit that has been condensed into a rudimentary form will inevitably be damaged, and it will be even more difficult for you to ascend to the fairyland from here at that time." ”

Wang Yangming's reprimand can be described as merciless, and Meng Liang could only say sarcastically when he heard this: "Just kidding, just kidding." ”

The black army was getting closer and closer, and the sparse starlight of the Southern Wilderness should reflect a faint light on the armor of those armorers. Along with their bodies, there was also the majestic momentum that spread from them, which was incomparably vast, like a black cloud that overwhelmed the city, enveloping the entire Sword Tomb in an airtight airtight wind.

Meng Liang looked at it with his eyes, he could see it clearly, those armor soldiers in black armor were all young men and girls no more than twenty years old, he could remember clearly that when they forcibly broke through Jingxiu Pass that day, there were only hundreds of Holy Son Holy Soldiers who almost buried them. And at this moment, the black oppressive army was 50,000 at least, such a powerful force, but he couldn't imagine how a few of them could compete with it.

Could it be that the master is going to die here today?

His heart couldn't help but feel like this, he looked sideways at Xu Han beside him, wanting to find a trace of empathy like him in him.

But what disappointed him was that Xu Han's face was silent at this moment, and there was nothing unusual, not only him, but even Qin Keqing beside him didn't see the slightest abnormality, even Woo and Xuan'er.

Probably because of this, Meng Liang hurriedly straightened his waist at that time and suppressed the emotions surging in his heart - after all, being a senior brother can't be compared to a junior brother, right?

And just as Meng Liang was thinking about this, the mighty army in front of him suddenly stopped, and the armor soldiers immediately gave way, and a handsome black-clothed monk walked out of the armor at that time with two guards with a strong and thin body.

The monk looked at the direction of the Sword Tomb and said loudly: "Su asked the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the Heaven Dou City Zhongyue is shaking, and it is far from the mountain sect for thousands of years, if you ask who can hold the bull's ear, the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb Mo Guliu!"

"The poor monk is destined to come here today, I don't know if Wang Jianxian is willing to meet the poor monk?"

There was silence in the dark Sword Tomb, until after more than ten breaths, an old and energetic voice suddenly sounded.

"It's a guest from afar, why not?"

As soon as these words fell, I saw a figure dressed in white suddenly escape from the direction of the Sword Tomb, turning into a streamer and falling straight in front of the black-clothed monk.

The old man's clothes were scattered, his body was full of sword intent, and his demeanor was outstanding, just a glance was fascinating.

But after the black-clothed monk looked the old man up and down, his eyebrows and eyes showed a different color. He couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect the so-called Wang Jianxian to be such a thing. ”

The old man was not annoyed when he heard this, he also squinted at the monk, and said, "The old man couldn't have imagined that the famous hall master of the Senluo Hall was such a thing. ”

The Zen machine in the words of the two was not understood by others, and the two of them also tacitly understood it.

The black-clothed monk also didn't take it to heart when he heard this, he looked at it and retracted his gaze, and said, "Then Wang Jianxian thinks that my 80,000 army is like that?"

Wang Yangming's gaze swept over the 80,000 young men and girls with silent faces one by one, and finally shook his head: "When the Great Departure Dynasty destroyed the country, why didn't the Emperor of the Leaving Dynasty want to turn the tide and support the building to the general? 200,000 iron cavalry came to the gate of my Sword Tomb, and in the end?"

"200,000 white bones fell in the southern wilderness, thousands of years have passed, and they have long been made yellow sand. ”

"So, 80,000 people want to break my sword tomb..."

"I'm afraid it's not enough. ”

The black-clothed monk smiled slightly: "Wang Jianxian is a hero, one person can break a million divisions, although the people of the Central Plains have no chance to hear such good stories, but the poor monks still know about it." ”

"I have always respected the prestige of the Sword Immortal, so naturally I wouldn't bring 80,000 ordinary armor soldiers to disturb Wang Jianxiu Qingxiu?" said the black-clothed monk, but the corner of his eye looked at the man beside him who was as thin as dry bones.

The man felt the monk's gaze, bowed slightly, and then the fingers under his sleeves jumped, as if plucking the strings, with a strange pattern.

And with his move, the eyes of the 80,000 armor soldiers behind him suddenly flashed blood.

Their bodies began to swell, and their mouths began to glow with hoarse growls, purple scales covered their skin, and a majestic cold aura rushed out of their bodies.

So after dozens of breaths, the 80,000 troops all turned into huge purple monsters at that time, and they kept roaring, as if to vent the surging and violent anger in their bodies. Eighty thousand such monsters stood together, neither the momentum they exuded nor the majestic appearance gave people a sense of oppression that was almost suffocating.

Seeing this, Xu Han and the others also jumped to Wang Yangming's side at that time, looking at the group of monsters with solemn faces. But the figures of a few people seemed so small and insignificant in front of the monster army.

The black-clothed monk bowed slightly at that time, squinted at Wang Yangming, and said with a smile: "I wonder if such an army of 80,000 can enter the eyes of the Sword Immortal?"

"Old man... This loser doesn't lose the battle, or I'll kill their sharpness?"

Meng Liang stuck to Wang Yangming's ear at that time and whispered.

"How to kill?" Wang Yangming raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Meng Liang smiled proudly, stretched out his foot and gently kicked the whine beside Xu Han, and said, "Black dog, aren't you going to get bigger?"

As the wolf king, Woo heard this, but it seemed to be greatly insulted, and it turned its head towards Meng Liang and grinned for a while, looking at the posture as if it was about to pounce in the next moment. Meng Liang was suddenly frightened, so he could only give up this thought, and then turned his eyes to look at Xuan'er on Xu Han's shoulder, but Xuan'er squinted his eyes and glanced at him, there was a posture that I was too lazy to pay attention to you.

Meng Liang had no choice but to put his mind away, looked at Wang Yangming again, and said cowardly: "Old man... Or... Come on your own..."

Wang Yangming glared at him fiercely, but the next moment, a scorching divine light lit up in the old man's eyes.

He was agitated in a white robe, and his sword intent around him resisted.

His body suddenly rose to his feet.

Clang!

A crisp sword roar suddenly sounded from the sword tomb behind him, a long sword rushed up from the sword tomb as if inspired, the vast sword intent rushed out like a river, and the bright sword light also lit up from the sword body of the long sword, shaking and dazzling, like stars.

Meng Liang was stunned for a moment, not only pursed his lips, but said: "This posture is not bad, but one person still can't compare to eighty thousand..."

Meng Liang's words came to an abrupt end at that moment.

Clang!!!

A clearer sword sound rose again, followed by another, and soon the sword sound gathered like a sea, resounding in the Southern Wilderness for a long time.

Then, tens of thousands of divine swords rose from the sword tomb, the sword intent surged, like the tide of clouds and clouds, the sword light was bright, like a dense array of stars, shining this dark night like day.

"I am in the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, guarding the fierce sword for thousands of years. ”

"A man is a sword, and a sword is a man. ”

"Gentlemen..."

Wang Yangming's white hair fluttered, and his mouth said so, his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu, which was deafening.

And as he said this, a series of figures appeared on the tens of thousands of long swords, they were either male or female, old as ancient, or young as children, but without exception, the sword intent that swept around them was extremely pure.

As soon as they appeared, they all grasped their swords, and the sword light shining on the sword tomb became a little brighter, almost dazzling, making it difficult to look at directly.

Then tens of thousands of sword spirits were silent, and the long swords in their hands were put on their chests one after another, and they responded to Wang Yangming: "Here!"

"In the name of the sages of Jianling, with the order of the Cangsheng Avenue. ”

"Junior Wang Yangming has the courage to ask you to protect the Sword Tomb with me!"

As soon as these words fell, the tens of thousands of sword spirits who were bathed in this sword light turned cold one after another, and the divine light flashed in their eyes, and they responded in unison at that time.

"Chengjun said this, dare not to die! The sword is in the mausoleum, and the sword is dead!"

The voice gathered on the Sword Tomb and resounded in the Southern Wilderness.

Just like the dazzling sword light in the sky, the arrogance is scorching, like the sun!