Bai Yujing, who had just left the gate of the novice village, was violently beaten by the slimes and skeleton soldiers at the gate.

The suppressive power of the guzheng and the bronze sculpture of the Chuanjiang trumpet is getting stronger and stronger, just like the ancient war, three countries with equal strength, two joined forces to bully one, and Bai Yujing directly became Germany in the late stage of World War II, fighting on two fronts with the United States and the Soviet Union.

People are numb, these two things are on par with me, but I can't afford to spend my spiritual power when I come to Lin Xuanlang, and when Lin Xuanlang comes, I am afraid that the grave grass will be three meters high.

Bai Yujing's sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, as if he had made a decision, and suddenly released a large amount of spiritual power on the stalemate sword qi, forcibly twisting his body, and driving the long rope of the bronze statue and the sword halberd of the guzheng to hit the side position like Tai Chi, and in an instant, the smoke was cloudy, and the debris burst out.

A black shadow came out of the smoke and dust, and rode towards the guzheng alone, with an indomitable killing intent.

Guzheng responded instantly, and nearly a hundred sword halberds began to generate, and they wanted to tie Bai Yujing into a hedgehog, and the long rope behind him also came to help, and the target was Bai Yujing's unsuspecting back.

Bai Yujing's expression did not change in the slightest, full of slaughter, facing the sword mountain in front of him, the speed did not decrease but increased, but just swept the sword qi long sword in his right hand, and a majestic sword qi hit the sword halberd one step ahead of Bai Yujing, and suddenly the aura near the guzheng was stagnant, and the sword halberd was shaking like a blade, uncertain and uncertain, and crumbling.

Before and after the sword, Bai Yujing had already deceived himself to a distance of less than one meter from the guzheng, and the guzheng dispersed all the sword halberds, and there was a burst of chaos and chaos, leading to a sharp aura filament like a sword halberd.

Bai Yujing just raised his hand diagonally, and handed out an ordinary vertical slash.

The sword qi long sword collided with the spiritual qi filament, and the filament drifted away, like a snowflake in the middle of winter, meeting the scorching sun of the great summer day, and dissipated in the sky and earth in an instant.

The sound of the strings crumbling and the wood cracking came one after the other, with a strange muffled sound.

The guzheng shattered, and Bai Yujing also flew out, and his back shirt was slightly torn.

Bai Yujing in the air twisted around and landed steadily, looking at the long rope behind him that was retracted and regaining momentum, secretly rejoicing.

If it weren't for the timely rotation of the sword qi to defend the back after breaking the guzheng, I am afraid that the vest socket would have been beaten to the flesh.

No way, the sword style that I felt from Ah Xia was only offensive but not defensive, even though there were thousands of soldiers in front of him, they were indomitable, dead and reborn, and named "Chisel Array".

Taking advantage of the gap between the bronze statues on the opposite side, Bai Yujing changed a few breaths slightly, and once again fell silent, his sword qi surged all over his body, like a dragon in the abyss.

Long Rope and Bai Yujing shot together, a voluntary two-way rush, thunder and fire, muffled one after another.

broke one long rope after another, Bai Yujing was slightly distressed, every sword was rushing to cut off the long rope, but it could only knock it away, because the aura of the bronze statue was blessed.

It doesn't matter, a country has been broken, and now the soldiers are coming to the city, and thousands of troops are just carving into formation.

With the long rope returning again and again, looking at Bai Yujing who was close in front of him, the bronze statue began to wave his hand, and the sound of soldiers clashing, with scattered sparks, echoed in this unmanned exhibition hall.

Bai Yujing was slapped and fell to the ground, his head was a little confused, and the strange tinnitus continued.

What the heck? So hard! What kind of bronze sculpture is this, this is Iron Man! And more than one! Bai Yujing now remembers what the sound of the battle between soldiers just now looks like, isn't this the sound of the blacksmith shop in the TV series!

I knew that I should have looked at the yellow calendar when I went out, isn't this situation that the BOSS is blocked at the entrance of the novice village?

After cautiously observing the surroundings, Bai Yujing suddenly felt annoyed, feeling that there was such a stupid person as himself in the world, and involuntarily scolded: "Gan, I'll have a fart with you!" ”

Several sword qi shot towards the bronze statue, and Bai Yujing immediately retreated in the direction he came from, can't he run if he can't beat it? The idea is pricked, and the wind is tight!

In the collision of aura behind him, Bai Yujing retreated to the corner where he came, but he stumbled and almost fell, and when he looked back, it was no longer the way he came.

Looking at the figure in front of him, eighteen bronze statues of monks are surrounded by them, a puppet dressed as a Taoist stands on a high platform, countless paper figures in traditional costumes are scattered around, a grand party, Bai Yujing is like a late host, hurriedly entered, looking embarrassed, countless eyes are staring at themselves, this atmosphere and scene, the feelings are high and low.

"Good evening, everyone, have you eaten?" Now it's good, it's not going in, it's not going back, when you come, the road becomes a broken road, when you come, people become living dead, it's really some people who are alive, but in fact they are dead.

The audience waiting on the opposite side seemed to be full of anger because of the host's tardiness, and the eighteen arhats pounced without saying a word, stepping on the floor and cracking all over the place.

Mother! The four skinny bones can't be beaten, and there are eighteen big men here! I'm back, bother!

It was two huge pouring sword qi again, which crossed and blocked the movement of the bronze statue in front of him, Bai Yujing was about to turn around, and the doll in the shape of a Taoist priest was already standing behind him, and with a palm handing it out, he was about to catch Bai Yujing off guard.

There was a gentle breeze, and there were bamboo leaves fluttering, falling one by one on the palms of the Taoist puppets, on the bronze statues of broken sword qi, and on the heads of countless paper figures that were surrounding them.

Time and space seemed to be forbidden, Lin Xuanlang walked in along the light from the ceiling, in Bai Yujing's eyes, it was like Christ coming again, here and now, his savior came with the light.

"Hey, I'm glad I caught up."

The bamboo leaves in the square inch of land are like mountains pressing on the top, and the dolls, bronze statues, and paper figures have fallen to the ground one after another, losing their vitality.