The flat stone wall on Zhao Wu'an's side shattered, and a huge black shadow leaped out, and the cold light flickered.

I don't know if it was a sword or a sword, or a spear and iron rod, but at that moment, at least five or six things beckoned towards Zhao Wu'an. It's a killer move, and it's ruthless.

Zhao Wu'an threw off his back box and retreated, and as soon as he retreated, he bumped into An Qing, so he could only grit his teeth and stop.

An Qing stood stunned in place.

She's not very smart, and if it only adds to her troubles, it's better than being helpless in the face of a helpless situation alone. Zhao Wuxin thought of this, and no longer hesitated.

In fact, he couldn't hesitate, and the cold light rushed to the front, just a moment's effort.

It was at this very moment.

Zhao Wu'an didn't actually lean over to pick up the flying sword on the ground, but his lips moved in the dark: "Su curtain cover, magpie stepping on branches, Bodhisattva barbarian." ”

A few black shadows flew out, fighting with the cold light, and the darkness was dyed with a cold and clear light. An Qing took a step back and shrank behind Zhao Wu'an, only hearing the symphony of sharp weapons in the void, but there was complete darkness in front of her.

Fear starts from the heart, and the fear of the unknown is always an instinct that human beings cannot get rid of.

Zhao Wu'an resolutely gritted his teeth and carried the box, not retreating, but advancing, stepping forward, and the light and shadow around him flowed. On the contrary, it was the huge black shadow that fought and retreated, and several brazen attacks could not get close to Zhao Wu'an's side.

The sound of the other party's panicked breathing could be heard in the darkness, but Zhao Wu'an did not let his guard down. In absolute darkness, not moving is the best defense, and once you move your body in a panic, you are likely to be chased to death by the sound of the voice. But Zhao Wu'an moved forward, obviously committing a big taboo.

A heavy hammer slammed into the wind. Zhao Wu'an stepped to the right as expected, and his body slid out half a foot sideways, watching the heavy hammer sweep in front of him. However, avoiding the hammer that should have smashed his head into pieces, Zhao Wu'an was hit in the chest with an iron rod, and immediately rolled and slid on the ground, retreating more than a foot away.

Far from over.

The giant shadow took a step forward, stomped on the ground, and made a loud noise, and the green bricks suddenly sank and shattered. This was the very end of the magnetic field, and the tomb guard beast in the stiff corridor immediately flew upside down, crashing into the body of the giant shadow, as if hitting an iron wall. The giant shadow was very impatient, and when he turned around, the green-skinned ghost was smashed in an instant. A magnetic fish in the body bounced out and flew into An Qing's feet, still spinning.

An Qing's heart was in her throat. The countless broken green bricks in front of him must have been ambushed here by this giant all the way.

Zhao Wu'an took advantage of the situation, and had already retreated into the depths of the road, at this moment, he was relieved to stay alone with An Qing, quickly retreated and opened the distance, and asked in a homely manner: "How do you know that it must be me?"

"You're always coming. The giant shadow spoke, and the voice turned out to be a teenager, "I've been waiting for more than ten years, and I don't care about killing a few more lives." ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned, "You didn't kill those people. ”

The boy smiled: "It's me." ”

While talking, Zhao Wu'an quickly retreated, and the giant shadow pursued with thunderous steps. The two of them had left An Qing far behind. An Qing was originally frightened and hesitant, but as they walked away, the pitch-black corridor instantly quieted down, and she could hear her heartbeat. An Qing, who couldn't bear it, took a deep breath and chased after them.

Zhao Wu'an quickly retreated, and the giant shadow boy was proud: "Without the pulsatilla, even if you can control the sword with five handles, what if you can't see the structure of my giant can't see clearly, all you can do is just survive." ”

Zhao Wu'an's tone remained unchanged: "Just want me to die like that?"

"yes. The Shadow Boy gritted his teeth, but couldn't hide the smile in his voice, "You're going crazy to think about it." ”

Zhao Wu'an sighed and shook his head: "How do you know that I didn't take a pulsatilla?"

The young man was stunned, and even the giant he was driving was in a stagnant shape. He muttered: "Impossible, the flying sword lost control after it was taken off, and you are not a master of the world, how can you control the sword again?"

"Why do you need to control it? Zhao Wu'an sighed again, "Can't I hold it in my hand?"

The young man suddenly remembered that Zhao Wu'an deliberately suffered a blow to his chest, and slid straight out more than a foot away. The direction in which it rolled was the same place where the Flood Flying Sword had fallen before.

"You're scheming against me again?!" the young man was furious, and manipulated the giant to slash his face.

The blue light slowly lit up from the palm of the hand, like a candle in the middle of the night. Zhao Wu'an stood a zhang away, his expression was indifferent, the big box was pressed in front of him with another hand, and there were four swords hanging behind him.

The teenager was shocked.

He really wielded five swords.

The fifth sword was only hanging in the air before, but at this moment, the blue light lit up, and it also illuminated the boy. He was a little more immature than Zhao Wu'an, but he was older than An Qing, and it was no surprise that he rode on a giant nine-foot-tall machine. The machine was made of brass, with legs that resembled human shapes, and its upper body was surrounded by various murder weapons, swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

Zhao Wu'an opened his lips lightly: "Picking mulberries." ”

A flying sword moved in response to the sound and sped out. With thunder and purple lightning, the weather is thousands.

Wutong last night the west wind was urgent, the light moon was hazy, the good dreams were frightening, where was the high-rise geese?

The flying sword pierced through the chest, cutting straight through the brass fuselage. The boy twisted the trap in embarrassment, swung a sledgehammer and smashed through the wall, fleeing in a hurry.

The mulberry picker completely pierced the mechanism, and at this moment it was still hovering in the air, standing in the middle of the corridor.

Zhao Wu'an's eyebrows were full of murderous anger.

An Qing came from afar, and her red clothes were like blood. Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, and quickly put away his sword. The five flying swords were put into the sword box one by one, and only the blue-glowing pulsatilla was left spinning in the palm of his hand, as dexterous as the pet he had raised for many years. Zhao Wu'an picked up the box, wiped the haze between his eyebrows, and barely squeezed out a smile at An Qing.

An Qing's eyes were concerned: "Ran away, are you okay?"

Zhao Wu'an shook his head, his brows inevitably tightened. The three teenagers who died tragically in Qingdi Township were undoubtedly not killed by the person just now, so why did he just kill someone?

"Will he ever come back? It's scary. Thinking about the huge black shadow just now, An Qing's heart palpitated.

Although I don't know how Zhao Wu'an will defeat him, at least he is safe and sound now.

"It's for sure, but it's not necessarily going to happen again in this tomb. ”

An Qing was still puzzled, but Zhao Wu'an decided not to explain any more, tightened his back rope, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the box on his body, and Zhao Wu'an walked straight forward. An Qing pouted behind her, but still hurried to catch up. There is a flying sword named Pulsatilla illumination, although the road is deep, but it is not much terrifying, An Qing also followed behind Zhao Wu'an, and his mind was also clear.

This guy is really a disgraceful master, and he actually has a flying sword. An Qing vaguely remembered that in her grandfather's story, there was such a person with a flying sword in the rivers and lakes decades ago, and he was indeed a master at that time, and he did not fall behind with one enemy and ten enemies, but unfortunately it was not very clear what happened later.

Zhao Wu'an has no such distractions.

Fortunately, An Qing had always been intuition dull, and she didn't notice that the light of the pulsatilla was as much as half dimmer compared to before, otherwise she would have already noticed the injury covered up by Zhao Wu'an. The young man who sat on the machine man was probably not inferior to him in heart. The broken blue bricks should have been a big flaw in the exposed shape, but the young man turned the disadvantages into advantages, so the most terrifying place lies in his endurance, of course, the young man knows Zhao Wu'an's method of controlling the sword with qi, if the pulsatilla is long, it will inevitably have to invest more strength, and the more vulnerable Zhao Wu'an will be.

The young man gave up attacking when the pulsatilla was a foot long, but when the light was about to fall slightly, Zhao Wu'an suddenly became troubled. This opportunity was grasped impeccably, Zhao Wu'an's old anger was exhausted, and he was caught off guard, and he really took a solid blow.

What's more, the attack that the young man had been planning for several years was unsuccessful, and even if he retreated decisively, he was not reluctant at all. This will is beyond even his own recognition. Zhao Wu'an knew that although he turned defeat into victory this time, the next time they met, it would definitely be more dangerous, and it was still unpredictable.

Imperceptibly, Zhao Wu'an sighed.

After walking for about half a pillar of incense, the two stopped in front of a stone door, which was as tight as the wooden door of the Land Temple, and it was a posture that could not be pushed away. Zhao Wuan stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, a little helpless.

An Qing disagreed: "What's the use of knocking on the door, it won't open by itself." ”

Zhao Wu'an pondered for a while: "This, not necessarily-"

Before the words fell, I saw that the stone gate suddenly trembled and opened a crack inward. The two looked at each other, and Zhao Wu'an took the first step to stand by the crack of the door and looked in. The sand behind the door was quite heavy, and he couldn't see the situation clearly, he frowned, stepped into the stone door, his body was frozen for an instant, and his face was full of shock.

His big box was on his back, blocking An Qing behind. The girl, who couldn't see the real situation, shook her fist and knocked on his box with dissatisfaction: "Let me go, I can't see it." ”

The person who opened the door was dying at the moment, and the yellow sand overflowing behind the door was shocking.

Zhao Wu'an did not retreat but advanced, endured the pain and lowered his eyebrows, and silently recited the diamond scriptures in his heart.

An hour ago, this gentle man had seriously taught his daughter not to speak ill of Zhao Wu'an.

has traveled 3,000 miles, Zhao Wu'an has never been ashamed of his heart, but at this moment, he has guilt in his heart, and he can't stop it.