The rain of swords slowly poured into his upper body, and Qiu Tongqi really realized what Shura Hell was, and the rest of his body, as long as there was still a place where he could still perceive, was constantly feeling the sharpness of the sword blade, and the great pain made his scalp tremble.

The sword rain stopped, and when the sword rain fell on Qiu Tong's coffin, it had already stopped.

Life and death were dying, and the sword-wielder held the sword stained with the blood of Qiu Tong's coffin with both hands, and was about to make up for Qiu Tong's coffin with the last sword.

Qiu Tongcoffin's consciousness was blurred, and he could only watch now, unable to move, or shout.

The blood sword stabbed down suddenly, and Qiu Tongcoffin slowly closed his eyes, thinking in his heart: Finally... It's over...

Who knew that the stick bearer picked it out with a stick and directly flew the sword of the sword wielder.

The two figures glanced at each other, and each fell into the darkness.

The dim room was filled with the smell of Qiu Tongcoffin's blood, Qiu Tongcoffin's chest was still slowly rising and falling, and every time his chest swelled, dozens of strands of blood would gush out of his scarred body.

Qiu Tongcoffin lay in his own sea of blood, gradually losing consciousness.

Because the Jiangdao Tower is very large, every slave in the Jiangdao Tower has a small room of his own. These rooms used to be used to entertain guests visiting Jiangdaolou, but there were fewer and fewer people coming later, and most of these rooms were changed to other uses, and now the guests generally don't stay overnight.

In one of the rooms facing the river, a young man was lying quietly, and suddenly his eyes began to roll rapidly, as if he was drowning, and he exhaled sharply and woke up.

When he woke up, he was completely two people from just now, and the terrifying green baskets on his face were as agitated as the size of his little finger, and he had obviously just experienced an unforgettable nightmare.

The boy's hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, and he felt around himself again and again, as if to make sure that there was something wrong with him.

Slowly, he calmed down, and cried silently, and the fountain of tears poured out, but he did not hear even a single sob.

When he got out of bed, his body was weak and he fell directly to the ground, he held on to the stool, slowly stood up, picked up an unopened letter on the table, tore it up, and threw it directly into the brazier.

Pull open the door, a ray of sunlight shines on his body, he is alive, he is still alive with the coffin.

Falling on the door, Qiu Tongcoffin slowly walked towards the flower garden.

At the first glance of the garden, I could still see Uncle Jiang bowing down and waiting for the flowers and plants.

Qiu Tongcoffin ran to Uncle Jiang's side in three or two steps, and called: "Uncle Jiang... ”

Jiang Bo was busy in his hands, and said without looking back: "Oh, you are here, I went out for a day yesterday with something to do, and I was in a hurry, and I forgot to tell you, you are tired of taking care of the garden alone, right? You can take a break in the past two days, and there is nothing important to be busy anyway." ”

He thought a lot about the Shenzuka Sword Tomb all the way, he was almost ready, and he wanted to tell Uncle Jiang everything that happened here, but when the words came to his lips, he still swallowed it back, even if he told Uncle Jiang, what could he do, the nymphomaniac is definitely the owner of this Jiangdao Tower, and Uncle Jiang is also old, thinking of everything that happened to him last night, saying this thing is nothing more than pulling Uncle Jiang to accompany him to the funeral.

When Qiu Tongxiang was very young, his parents had already died, and he couldn't even remember what they were like or how he treated him, so Jiang Bo became the first person in the world to be really good to him, and he couldn't harm Jiang Bo.

Worried that Uncle Jiang would see the abnormality on his body, Qiu Tongcoffin coped with it and retreated from the garden.

Qiu Tongcoffin sat alone on the river cliff, looking at Mengjiang in a daze, at this time, the scenes of last night suddenly flashed in his mind, arousing a sharp pain in his head, Qiu Tongcoffin held his head, and let out a painful howl at Mengjiang in his mouth.

With that roar, the pain seemed to be roared out, Qiu Tongqi raised his hand, looked at his intact hands in the daylight, and thought in his heart: "If I was still in a dream last night, but those heart-rending pains are not false at all. It's all a bunch of crazy people!"

He just wanted to scold, and immediately looked around, he was afraid, he was afraid that the nymphomaniac would never hear it, because he would still be dragged to that ghost place tonight.

Qiu Tongcoffin has never seen the sea, Mengjiang is the largest sea he has seen, at a glance, the river fog is ethereal, as if there is no end forever.

Every time there is something unhappy, Qiu Tongcoffin will sit on the cliff, but this time, no matter how long he sits, the feeling of humiliation in his heart will not be reduced by a point and a half.

The night is getting thicker, and the fear in Qiu Tongcoffin's heart is getting stronger and stronger, what happened last night will be repeated tonight.

Qiu Tongcoffin dragged his tired body and slowly walked back to Jiangdao Tower.

The moon rose up from the hill and illuminated the lonely night, but the moonlight did not illuminate the dimly lit room.

Qiu Tong's coffin stood in the dim room, but tonight the ancient wooden lacquered chair was empty, and there seemed to be countless ghosts floating in the darkness around it.

Qiu Tongcoffin waited for a long time and the nymphomaniac never appeared, and he didn't know where the courage came out of nowhere, he shouted at the empty chair: "Old man !! come out!! old man !! come out!!"

On the high attic, there was a sudden light, and three sword lights flew down, seeing his three knife lights breaking terrifying knife marks on the ground, Qiu Tongcoffin was so frightened that he even forgot to run.

The sword light in the middle passed directly between his legs.

A cold voice sounded in the attic: "It's a pity, I almost divided the bodies of a group of waste apprentices, next time, if you dare to cry and scream in this shrine knife grave again, I will definitely cut off your tongue and throw it into the river to fish... ”

Qiu Tongqi endured the panic in his heart: "I ask you, they... They... Why do you want to kill me???"

The nymphomaniac said, "They kill you?" No, no, no, you're wrong, they're teaching you martial arts." ”

Qiu Tongqi said angrily: "To teach people martial arts, do you need real swords and guns? They are killing people!! they don't want to teach me anything at all, they just want to kill me!!"

The said: "I think they teach very seriously and hard, right?"

Qiu Tongcoffin said: "Painstakingly??? they cut off my ear yesterday!! and returned... Almost... ”

The more Qiu Tongcoffin spoke, the more angry he became, his eyes were red, and he couldn't even call smoothly.

The said: "What else is missing? Did I almost kill you? Young man, where do you think this is? Shenzuka Sword Tomb, do you think it is those three sects and nine streams outside, holding bamboo knives and bamboo swords, and love and love can't be done? Besides, do you have too high requirements for you dead ghost masters, they are dead, and many of them have turned into loess, they can't speak, so they can only teach you like this. is truly a peerless martial art, and it is often comprehended on the line of life and death. ”

Qiu Tongcoffin said: "I don't have any martial arts foundation, how can I learn any peerless martial arts?"

The nympho asked: "What does it matter to me that you don't have a martial arts foundation?" Now it's your dead ghost masters, little waste, who want to torture you, and you haven't really realized my methods, hahaha。。。。。。 ”

The voice of the grew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

At the moment when the nymphomaniac's voice stopped, the air around them suddenly became cold, and Qiu Tongxiang knew that they were coming again!!

In the darkest corner, a ghost, resisting a sledgehammer, came out.

Qiu Tongcoffin watched the footsteps of the man nervously, and every time the person took a step forward, Qiu Tongcoffin took a step back, until his butt touched the cold wall, and he knew that he had no way to retreat.

He began to run in both directions, and although he didn't know where the exit to the dimly lit room was, he believed that if he ran fast enough, he would suffer less pain.

The ghost shadow didn't chase it, and it watched Qiu Tongcoffin run to the other farthest direction from it.

Qiu Tongqi looked at the current distance, if the ghost wanted to rush over, it was estimated that it would take some time, and it would not be too late for him to run again.

At this time, the ghost suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and a circle of Yuan force waves began to appear in the entire space, and an irresistible suction force appeared in the air, even if Qiu Tongcoffin's entire toes were desperately grasping the floor, he still couldn't resist this gravitational force.

The boots on his feet were worn out, and the feet were worn out with blood, Qiu Tongxiang hurriedly lay on the ground and began to use his hands and feet.

However, the ghost roared again, and Qiu Tong's struggles were completely useless.

Qiu Tong's coffin seemed to fall into a hole in the sand, and quickly slid towards the ghost.

Just as Qiu Tong's coffin was about to slide to the ghost's side, the ghost stepped out and stepped out of the ground, making a loud noise, directly shocking Qiu Tong's coffin into the air.

The hammer in the ghost's hand was also thrown vigorously, smashing directly into the lower abdomen of Qiu Tong's coffin, and the sound of flesh and bones cracking spread throughout the faint room.

The hammer almost occupied most of Qiu Tong's coffin, all the ribs of Qiu Tong's coffin were broken, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The ghost figure flashed out and caught the falling hammer.

It held the hammer diagonally, and against the dome, the coffin of Qiu Tong hanging on the hammer slid down gently.

The ghost roared again at Qiu Tongcoffin, who looked at its pitch-black throat and coughed up two more mouthfuls of red.

The ghost slowly walked to Qiu Tong's coffin's side, lifted a hammer and smashed it against Qiu Tong's coffin's hand.

The moment the hammer landed, Qiu Tong's coffin was as if he had been struck by lightning.

A terrible scream erupted from Qiu Tong's coffin.

The ghost figure lifted the hammer, and Qiu Tongcoffin wanted to raise his hand, but found that his one had turned into a mass of flesh and was stuck to the ground.

Qiu Tongqi's eyes were red, and he glared at the ghost, who let out a sinister laugh and turned to his other hand.

Qiu Tongcoffin naturally knew what he was going to do next, the instinct to survive made him burst out with a huge force, he endured the pain, pulled his palm off the ground, turned over, and began to run out with a rolling belt.

The blood of Qiu Tong's coffin dripped all the way, and the ghost figure stepped on these blood stains, slowly following behind Qiu Tong's coffin.

It didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and let Qiu Tongcoffin run away again.

Qiu Tongcoffin shrank in a corner, his eyes locked on the ghost's movements, just waiting for it to roar again in a while, Qiu Tongcoffin said that he had to hold on to it, so as not to let himself be sucked by it.

But this time the ghost did not roar, and the hundred and ten pounds of sledgehammer in its hand swayed freely.