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The god-like shadow cast on the ground, everything in the field of vision seemed to disappear immediately, leaving only the gleaming blade of a sword in his eyes, rapidly zooming in like a sickle blade swung down by black and white impermanence.

--will die.

——Can't take it down.

——This is not something that any of them can face now.

The cold spirit passed through the soul like an arrow, and Jiang Ling's thoughts froze in that instant. In the blank space of her brain, she just stretched out her hand without thinking, spelling out all her strength, and pushing to the side.

That was her last bit of instinct. Han Jiangchen is still by her side, and if he pushes him away this time, he might be able to avoid the blow dangerously. This is the last thing she can do.

But she shoved it empty. At this moment, there was no one on her side, and at the same time, a figure had appeared in front of her, like an open flag, right in front of her.

No one could see his movements clearly at that moment, only that all the sword light was instantly unified, and all the blue and white cold air flowed into the long sword in his hand, wiping the blade as bright as a thousand-year-old ice. He stood up at the row of swords like the mountains and the sea, and swung a slash against the opponent's sword, and he was receiving the sword that smashed the world!

For a moment, even the golden man's face seemed to move.

With this knife, he once smashed the mountains and broke the six kingdoms. When he made Kyushu tremble, he would never have thought that one day after a thousand years, a nineteen-year-old boy would stand in front of this edge and swing his sword!

Just like the handover of wind and fire, no one can describe the murder and courage contained in that moment. Jiang Ling's scream was stuck in her throat, and before she could make a sound, the clanging clash of gold and iron rang.

clang.

In the feeling, the iron sound seemed extremely soft. The remaining sound just started, and it has been blown away in the sharp wind.

The wind swept across, and the thick stone pillar behind them suddenly trembled, breaking into two pieces out of thin air. The force went over it, and slapped it on the stone wall a few meters away, and saw that the hard wall cracked instantaneously. The cracks were like spider webs, and the eyes were sprinkled with dazzling scarlet.

The breaking sound of the spirit sword was like cracking silk, and several fragments fell to the ground, immersed in a pool of blood.

In the wind, Han Jiangchen was swept straight out like a piece of rag, and Juli hit the wall, a shocking huge wound cut across his chest, and patches of blood spattered openly.

It wasn't until his figure fell off the wall that the spirit sword that spun out of the sky fell to the ground, and only half of the **** blade remained.

......

On the chessboard, the man's horse was about to jump up, but suddenly stopped.

This horse jumped out, and he could take another soldier from Xie Tianyang's side, but at this time, a small soldier did not know how to appear in front of the horse, and "stopped" his horse so that he could no longer do it.

"They are all soldiers, but you want to protect the other with this one?"

The man smiled. He looked at the big picture, of course he knew it was futile.

The small soldier who appeared suddenly blocked the horse's advancement, making it impossible to jump over and eat the one in front of him. But at the same time, he himself was exposed in front of the car buried on the other side.

A car jumped out and directly ate the soldiers who had intercepted them, and dissipated instantly as if they had just been before.

"No matter how you move away, the soldiers are always just soldiers, and they can never have the potential of a hadron."

The man retracted his hand, facing Xie Tianyang on the other side of the chessboard.

"At the beginning of the game, this **** was destined to move only for the hadrons; it would be wiser to sacrifice pawns to protect the horses and cannons, because no matter how brave the pawns are, only the hadrons can truly decide the outcome. All this, It's all for the overall situation, for the ultimate win."

He said this in a quiet tone: "You said, should this be the case?"

Xie Tianyang twisted it tightly, almost crushing it with strength.

Reason tells him that he must be calm at this time, but his patience has reached its limit.

This thing didn't play cards according to common sense from the beginning, and now he has understood that the opponent simply wants to use this game to express his speech, and wants to use these few moves to psychologically conquer them.

...etc.

Do not play cards according to common sense?

He raised his eyes to look at the man opposite, his face still remained flat, and the checkerboard squares were reflected in his eyes.

It can be seen that this person is really taking this game of chess seriously.

Given the poor strength of the two sides, there is no need to humiliate them in a psychological warfare, which he himself knew well.

Could it be that this man is not provoking, but really asking questions?

——In order to win the final victory, is it really the best way to save the carts, horses and artillery and sacrifice the soldiers? Is the soldiers born to sacrifice for the carts, horses and artillery?

He looked at those deep eyes and saw the look of "thinking" in them.

This man from the Qin Dynasty, who followed the first emperor's life, retired in a rapid rush and entered the "university" teaching in his later years. What he wanted to ask was the answer to this question.

He was questioning the emperor he followed.

And now, he threw this question to the student after a thousand years.

Xie Tianyang let out a sigh of relief, extinguishing the irritability in his heart, twisting the chess pieces against the chessboard, his eyes dull.

At the same time, the man moved another cannon and slowly placed it in the plate, facing the plate with a soldier behind.

"General."

.....

In front of the inner hall.

Wang Ben withdrew the knife and turned back to his side, his golden body stood upright, but he stopped moving.

Right in front of him, Han Jiangchen leaned against the cracked stone wall, spitting out blood.

The wound was so deep that it made him lay his arms softly on his side as if it were broken. Without any more effort, he could only sit there, letting a large amount of blood flow under him. The broken sword in front of me.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but his vision was filled with bright red and he couldn't see anything.

At that moment, he didn't even feel too deep pain. He just felt that the surrounding area suddenly became very cold, he could not hear the sound or touch anything, as if the world had suddenly left him.

This time, did he hold onto what he said?

He thought this way with his last consciousness, before he could figure it out, his sanity ran away with the blood.

On the other side, Jiang Ling and Su Yuzhu who have witnessed this scene are already like clay sculptures of wood.

A building foundation, how dare to pick up that knife?

Like electricity flowing through his body, Su Yuzhu felt his whole body tremble, and his unprecedented excitement permeated his limbs, making his blood flow seem to accelerate.

He once thought that he already knew enough about the potential of the spirit man, and he himself was the leader of the spirit man. But now, he suddenly realized his arrogance.

This person is much stronger than all the spirit people he has ever seen, but he came out of a crowd of ordinary people, and he didn't even know his identity before.

Where did he learn this?

Su Yuzhu sat there thinking like this, trembling all over.

Beside him, Jiang Ling was also shaking.

But her blood didn't accelerate. On the contrary, she looked at the figure soaked in blood and felt that her heart stopped beating for an instant.

——She is going to kill people again.

A huge fear gripped her like a giant palm. At this moment, she suddenly became as fragile as a child, as if her most beloved doll was about to be torn and taken away.

The surrounding Yin soldiers suddenly stopped, as if they had hit an invisible wall. Su Yuzhu in the front suddenly turned his head, and the moment his vision focused, he seemed to see a purgatory evil spirit crawling out of the ground.

The black light that looked like a devil and a ghost burned like a fire, and within a few breaths, the giant that turned into black from the fire rose from the center, and the mysterious aura drifted away, causing the Yin Soldiers nearby to retreat half a step.

After all, the power of this method is unknown. She had been deliberately not using this method in front of others before, but now, she wants to hug her rag doll tightly.

...No one would want to take it away!

Jiang Ling slowly raised her face, and then slowly stretched out her hand to the army in front of her. The giant behind her made the same movement with her, and she saw the giant black palm sticking out towards the army in front of her. Squeeze.

From the perspective of others, it's like fetching something from the air, a bit abrupt and even a bit funny.

But just as she grabbed it, the action of a yin soldier was stopped immediately, and the soul refined in it was pulled out of the body, and it was crushed in the black palm.

The soul drifted away, and the ghost fire in the eyes of the Yin Soldier in front of him dimmed, and it immediately turned into shattered stones and fell to the ground. It was like killing chickens and monkeys, gathering soldiers who wanted to encircle and suppress them and then withdrew half a step. Those stone faces seemed to show humanized panic.

They began to lose judgment. Obviously, this girl should have been overdrawn long ago and was so seriously injured that she couldn't stand up, but whoever took a step towards the dying teenager would go up and choke the other person's neck.

Jiang Ling sat on her knees and swept her arms, doing the same thing, crushing several Yin soldiers who came forward, and she was covered with fragments like broken limbs in front of her. Under the power of the black giant, the Yin Bing team moved back a foot alive, as if standing there really was a cruel demon god.

Behind that, Su Yuzhu was already sluggish and completely out of his body.

He never thought that mortals could have such power. In front of the power from history, a "person" can actually make such a roar.

In contrast, everything he had come into contact with in the past, the world he thought he was superior to all beings... was ridiculously cowardly.

He felt the blood all over his body flow back, his breathing quickened, and his whole body was quickly wetted with sweat.

As humble soldiers, they dare to face the power of chariots and horses, but can this change the outcome?

The answer soon appeared: while the first Yin Soldier retreated, another shadow had moved out of the array.

Jiang Ling raised her head and watched the shadow slowly climb up, standing in front of her.

It was a golden Wang Ben, holding the half-length giant knife, and standing in front of them, there seemed to be special emotions in those wildfire eyes.

After a moment of silence, he raised the knife again, raising his hand for a moment as if he had lifted a giant mountain. He lifted this mountain-like weight with a long knife, and the blade fell, just like taking the enemy's first level on the battlefield as clean and neat.

Before the blade came, the mighty power of Mount Tai blocked all directions, and there was no way to escape. Jiang Ling just raised her head and watched the sword light volley in the sky, looking like a golden death **** in her eyes.

Sure enough, it's a big hit in the world. It was difficult for her to even stand up before this cut. I don't know how Han Jiangchen, whose cultivation base was not as good as hers just now, could rush up.

She could already imagine how her first level would be cut off. For Wang Ben, this is probably the same as killing a wild dog. But since she was a stray dog, she had to bite the **** of war in the end.

She raised her hand, and the black giant's arms followed, trying to make the final fight. But at that moment, she heard a strange wind roar from outside.

The hurricane rises from it, and the invisible space unfolds underground, causing the palace, which is hundreds of acres in size, to rise suddenly. The terrifying vibration swept across the entire area, making this magnificent hall tremble like a sampan in the waves.

On the tens of meters of sealed soil, the archaeologists guarding the tomb jumped to their feet. The shaking from their feet made them unstable, and the surrounding iron frames and light-shielding panels fell all over, as if a miniature earthquake was taking place here.

"A strong spiritual response is detected underground! The intensity is suspected to be blessed!"

By the side of the instrument, the operator staring at the curve was distorted: "No...No! This intensity has exceeded the highest scale of the current monitor! This is not an ordinary blessed place!"

This sentence sounded like thunder in the entire archaeological camp, and the people scattered around moved like an activated colony of ants, and were anxious and anxious like a colony of ants.

"what happened?"

"The fluctuations come from the underground. Did the students in the mausoleum have something wrong?"

"Can I still contact them?"

They questioned each other anxiously, but in the end, they were collectively suppressed by a command.

"Leave here first! You don't need to bring anything! Everyone leaves here by car!"

The man carrying the toolbox ran forward, roaring with his neck thick, and his forehead bounced.

"According to current calculations, the range of the center point of this spiritual explosion is at least five kilometers. This time the matter is serious, please report it and notify all the surrounding supporters to enter an emergency standby state!"

"Five kilometers?" This number really surprised people.

Even if the blessed land usually appears, the response of the spiritual power is always dotted, and the range is at most 100 meters. Calculated according to the exponential growth rate of the spiritual power intensity, if the usual blessed land intensity is a match, then the power of this time is at least RPG.

This result is beyond everyone's imagination~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If this is the case, when Fudi's interference with reality is completely released, this mausoleum will become a spiritual version of the nuclear bomb test site on the spot.

Everyone present clearly understood this, and at the moment the order was given, they had already begun to retreat quickly. The only thing to be thankful for is that they have all undergone considerable professional training, and they are still in order in the face of such a dangerous situation.

However, within a few minutes, the interior of the cemetery had been emptied, which was a superb speed compared to the previous amount of work.

But in these few minutes, the sky quickly darkened.

People raised their heads and saw that the clear sky dimmed in an instant, the thick dark clouds were pressed down like a call, and flooded in all directions like a flood of a bank, out of the countryside, toward the city, and toward the whole. The heart of the Central Plains, until the clouds cover the top, the wind is violent, and the mountains are about to be stormy.

At the same moment, in Kunlun University, the white light that had been surrounding the Houde Book Pavilion since the Fairy Games suddenly converged, and all converged behind a certain small window.

In the interior room filled with white light, Wei Ze sitting upright opened his eyes.