The sword flickered in the darkness.

The boy stumbled and stumbled, trying his best to dodge sword moves from different directions. However, there are limits to dodging and parrying alone. Especially when Ling Qianshan knew every sword move, he had to fight back in the gap between being crossed by the sword several times-the long sword was sharply picked up, and the offense replaced the defense.

"I'm sorry!" Ling Qianshan said silently.

I apologized to myself a few seconds later.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the long sword was brought from the same angle.

"Huh!" Ling Qianshan rolled on a donkey, narrowly dodging the sharp swordsmanship he had performed a few seconds earlier. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation to hide in a certain recess of the cave, and Ling Qianshan hurriedly tore the corners of his clothes and bandaged the wound. Even with all his might, the young swordsman was still hit by a few swords. Although the sword wound does not affect the movement, if it continues to deteriorate, there is a high risk of attracting infection.

What's worse is that because of the tumbling and climbing just now, Ling Qianshan lost his way, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where he was going to go.

And when he was gasping, the slashing and clashing of swords did not stop, on the contrary, there was an increasingly fierce posture. In the cave, it is not just a battle between Ling Qianshan and himself in the past and the future, but a big melee in different time and space, and Ling Qianshan on different timelines have to stab back in order to protect themselves, and this determination constitutes a closed loop of cannibalism in the cave.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there is no one who uses all kinds of laws. Therefore, the situation can still be supported, but it is barely supported, once Ling Qianshan loses his physical strength and completely loses his ability to act, the balance will be broken all at once. By then......

Hundreds of Lingqian Mountains will die in the same cave.

That scene will be very good-looking, so good-looking.

Ling Qianshan took a long breath, he stood up with his long sword and staggered, and suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

If this cave is really oneself, and each of the attackers and victims is themselves, then there must be only one thing on everyone's mind: leave the cave safely and soundly. The reason why the closed loop is formed is that everyone wants to protect themselves, so as long as they can communicate and make all the Lingqianshan stop at the same time, the closed loop will fundamentally collapse.

"As long as each of us doesn't make a move, we won't be attacked!" Ling Qianshan said in a deep voice.

Speaking out loud in the dark, like lighting a torch, does increase the risk of being attacked, but on the other hand, it is not the best way to keep all your attention focused.

"Don't forget our mission!" Ling Qianshan emphasized, and as he walked inside in the dark, he continued, "If we want to enter the Little Sage Village, we must cooperate!

For a while, only the voice of Ling Qianshan echoed in the cave.

The original sword moves and the call for a duel have all disappeared as if an illusion.

At this time, a soft fire appeared in front of Ling Qianshan, which was like a tour guide, leading Ling Qianshan to grope forward in the dark. Ling Qianshan followed the firelight, really passed through the cave, and came to a place full of stalactites, and on one side of that place, there was an upward staircase.

It's finally time to get out—Ling Qianshan couldn't help but think happily. So, he strode forward, but he stepped on something hard and fell to the ground. What tripped Ling Qianshan was a corpse, lying next to the stalactite, which had been skeletalized due to age, and the clothes on its body had melted into ashes.

Ling Qianshan, who fell, happened to lie in front of the skeleton. He struggled to get up, only to see the skeleton in its arms, holding an object that shimmered with metallic sheen. Ling Qianshan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled out the object in the skeleton's arms, but the entire object was shattered with Ling Qianshan's rude movements, and it was reduced to debris all over the ground. Only the part that Ling Qianshan got in his hand was still complete, Ling Qianshan brushed off the dust, it was a sword hilt, and there were a few words vaguely engraved on the remaining sword. Ling Qianshan stroked the inscription with his hand and read it word by word:

"100, refining, ......"

Steel.

Ling Qianshan let go of his hand in shock, and the remnant sword fell to the ground and shattered completely. He pushed away the skeleton and walked along the stalactites, the area was full of corpses, eyes full of wreckage, some of them were old, some of them seemed to have just decayed to the point of giants, but no matter which corpse, in its hands, in its arms, and on its waist, there was a real treasure.

The Lingjia sword, which symbolizes the Ling family.

The creepy and incomparably absurd scene is simply overwhelming.

He turned his head suddenly, and the sword move, which had been dead and silent, was played again in an instant.

Endless long swords and black shadows descended on the stalactites, and the sword was directed - only Ling Qianshan alone. And these sword moves were beyond the limit that Ling Qianshan could handle, and he had no way to resist them, so he could only watch as the sword blade pierced into his chest.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

In Ling Qianshan's mind, a thought slowly emerged:

He will die and become part of this place. And the next Ling Qianshan may have a chance to become the key to breaking the game.

If, there is a next one......

At the last moment, Ling Qianshan made a choice.

......

"Look at the arrows!"

The longbow of the border city shouted, and dense light arrows appeared in the narrow cave, and shot at the middle-aged literati in an instant. Mr. Calculation was not in a hurry, holding an iron abacus as a shield, and lightly brushed aside the arrows that were fired.

"Hmph, I've really seen enough!" Mr. Count stepped forward, and when the border city subconsciously retreated, Mr. Count came first, approaching the border city at a different rhythm speed, and easily knocked it away. Mr. Count said coldly, "Forget it, it's almost time to give up, you can't beat me, this is a doomed fate." ”

“...... People of the desert. Bian Cheng'er was scarred, but he still said persistently, "Believe in fate and never obey!"

"It's really not a good habit. "Mr. Arithmetic pulled away a few counting beads, and they struck the border city as fast as lightning. The border city shot arrows in a row, and the arrows collided with the abacus, but this was only the beginning, and then, the arrows that were bounced off met several times with the abacus in the same situation under the action of stalactites. In the middle of Bian Chenger and Mr. Count, the two bounced back and forth like this, forming a-for-tat barrage.

In the end, the border city got off the donkey in embarrassment, dodging the abacus shot by the breakthrough arrows. Being defeated by an enemy in what he does best is a real blow to a proud person.

This confrontation is a complete defeat for the border city.

"I said a long time ago that I am your natural enemy. In this regard, Mr. Shu sneered, "If you think clearly, you can cooperate with me obediently." ”

"I refuse!" Bian Cheng'er gritted his teeth.

Mr. Shu snorted lightly: "Stubborn!"

He vibrated the iron abacus, and dozens of abacus beads shot out at the same time, colliding at a faster speed and at a more bizarre angle, accelerating towards the border city. The border city wandered and dodged, but found that the path of the abacus formed a net of heaven and earth, which gradually tightened with the collision. His miraculous combat skills made the border city miserable, he didn't have time to think too much, he could only dodge the attack in front of him first, and the whole person almost flew up, moving and dodging like a rose inlaid with gold edges.

Phnom Penh refers to the longbow in the hands of the border city.

Then the roses are the border cities that have been repeatedly hit hard, and their clothes are soaked with blood. I only heard a few voices, and the abacus beads passed through the body of the border city, stained with blood and shot into the wall, and the dancing border city was like a kite that had dropped its string, and fell to the ground crookedly

"Why bother?" Mr. Count said regretfully, he slowly walked in front of the border city, "Don't you understand? My specialty is divine arithmetic, no matter how many arrows you shoot, I can calculate the result." In my calculations, from the very beginning, you have no chance of winning. ”

Bian Cheng'er spat blood from his mouth, and looked up at Mr. Shu unwillingly, he said weakly, "Do you remember what you were doing when I met you?"

"Of course I remember. Mr. Count smiled, "I'm having fun." ”

A few months ago, I came to the border city south of the Yangtze River from the desert and wore a hat and drank in a restaurant. The hat is to hide his identity, after all, heterochromatic eyes are really rare, and if they fall into the eyes of someone with a heart, they are likely to cause trouble. He had experienced this many times. Bian Cheng'er was drinking wine on the table, but suddenly felt that the entire hat was soaked with the wine that had been spilled later.

Bian Cheng'er turned his head wordlessly.

A girl with a knife covered her mouth and looked at him in dismay, still holding an empty wine glass in her hand. And her companion, sitting at a table not far away, snickering.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" the girl hurriedly bowed, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and clumsily tried to take off the hat of the border city and wipe it.

Bian Cheng'er grabbed the girl's wrist, and he whispered, "No need. ”

"Are you an exotic?" the girl withdrew her hand in amazement.

"I am also from the Song Dynasty and was born in the frontier. Although Bian Cheng'er has been fighting with foreign races in the desert and rarely communicates with people, he can see at a glance that the girl's pouring of wine just now is clearly deliberate, and as for the reason, it is probably related to her companions. Bian Cheng'er stood up, put the wine money on the table, and went back to the hotel after settling the bill.

As a result, at dusk when the sun was setting, Bian Cheng'er took off his hat, held a longbow, and sat on the roof of the house to think about the next itinerary, when he happened to hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the roof. He turned his head to look, but he didn't expect it to be her.

"Ah, it's you!" the girl pointed to the border city in surprise, her expression not like a fake.

Bian Cheng'er quietly dispersed the vitality caged on the longbow, and he stood up and prepared to go downstairs.

"Wait!" the girl called out to Bian Cheng'er, and she said embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry just now!"

"You've been humble. Bian Cheng'er said.

"Not really. The girl shook her head, and she said embarrassedly, "I was playing with my brothers and sisters before, and one of the brothers said that the loser must obey the winner, and the result is ...... They were curious about what you looked like, so they asked me to take off your hat. ”

"Now you see it. Bian Cheng'er didn't understand any game or any wine order, so he said expressionlessly, "Can I go?"

"Your eyes are ......," the girl said hesitantly.

Bian Cheng'er snorted unhappily, he knew what she would say, because all along, whether in the desert or on the way, he had heard too much malice: this was a symbol of mixed blood, this was a sign of a mongrel. Bian Cheng'er turned around indifferently and walked down, but heard the girl shouting loudly on the roof:

"Your eyes are really good-looking!"

"Is it just pretty?" said Bian Cheng'er after a pause.

"And what else?" asked the girl, inexplicably.

Bian Cheng'er shook his head, "It's nothing, it's windy for a while, be careful not to catch a cold." ”

It's just that when Bian Cheng'er went downstairs, his steps were obviously a little brisker, and even the height of the hat was much higher.