Chapter 263 The Disaster of Tibetan Sword Villa

In the tomb of the emperor, there is a villa at the foot of the rolling mountains called "hidden sword", which was built by the first generals under the emperor.

However, with the passage of time, the general has also returned to dust, and the rest of the villa is naturally taken care of by the descendants of the general.

However, today, the Tibetan Sword Villa, which has been calm for many years, has finally ushered in a catastrophe. Countless children of the villa are corpses outside the villa, and there are blood everywhere.

"Da Damn, damn, who are these people and what magic skills are they doing? They are so powerful." Before the villa, a voice scolded resentfully.

Moo dodges. This master of the Tibetan Sword Villa has a name. People who know him call him burial, because he is the only swordsman who came out of the sword mound alive.

Sword mound, the tomb of ten thousand swords, I don't know how many powerful swords have been buried throughout the ages. It is full of shocking sword spirit and sword spirit, and the horror in it is unimaginable.

" miso~~~~"

The gray sword spirit swept by, and the void fluctuated in an instant. Several figures not far away suddenly dodged and retreated like lightning to avoid the sword.

"Who the hell are you?" Standing with a sword, he was buried and danced wildly. His cold eyes were like electricity, with a little blood and damage on his body, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

With gasping for breath, the funeral was already shocked beyond any other. This group of people suddenly appeared at the Tibetan Sword Villa and attacked the villa without saying a word.

Until now, when I recall the first scene, there is still a chilling feeling of burial, fierce, cold and ruthless, which is the impression left by this group of people on the burial.

One face-to-face, just one-to-face. The children of the guarding villa have been seven. If it hadn't been for the funeral, I'm afraid that the guards outside would have been completely destroyed.

The fierce battle has been endless. Until now, the concept of burial has blurred the concept of time. I only remember that it is dark and bright, bright and dark, at least three days and three nights have passed!

After such a long fierce battle, even if his burial was iron, he was almost unbearable. The only thing that made him lucky was that the swordsmen in the villa had gone out one after another, which temporarily resisted the other party's offensive.

"~~~~"

As if rehearsed tens of millions of times, several attackers in black robes stood in two rows in an instant, leaving a channel in the middle and standing solemnly.

Seeing this scene, the funeral looked cold and my heart tightened. Judging from the actions of these people just now, their organizational discipline must be extremely strict. At the same time, the burial also knew that the main owner should appear.

Sure enough, under the gaze of the burial, two figures appeared in front of him. When he saw one of them, his pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand holding the sword trembled gently.

He is too familiar with this person, because he is the leader of all the rebels, which disturbs the whole emperor's tomb, and even let several emperors die tragically.

This is such a person, but at this moment, he follows others respectfully. Looking at him like that, he seems to be extremely respectful and worshiping the one in front of him.

He frowned and stared at the man in front of him. He was very young and a little too young. He was handsome and full of masculinity, which made people feel good at a glance.

A pair of bright eyes flashed with wisdom, which seemed to have an insight into everything in the world. No one can escape these eyes.

"Boom~~~~"

At the moment of facing these eyes, the heart of returning to the grave was shocked. Dong Dong stepped back a few steps, his face turned white, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, and his face showed a shocked look.

What kind of eyes are, as vast as the starry sky, as dazzling as stars, but these eyes have an indescribable ghost.

Just now, the spirit of the funeral almost grabbed the body and was sucked into those eyes and lost in it. If it hadn't been for years of hard practice, Kendo had gone deep into the bone marrow, and there was no doubt that it would become a puppet without a mind at this moment.

"It's not good!"

In an instant, an idea flashed from his mind, and his face suddenly changed and became extremely ugly. He hurriedly turned around and looked at the people around him. Sure enough, several of them were empty and numb, and some people obviously had a struggle on their faces, as if they had fallen into a terrible nightmare.

"~~~~"

The next moment, the funeral roared up to the sky, and the roar was sharp and harsh, piercing the minds of these people. They only saw these people looking painful, holding their heads in their hands and squatting to the ground.

"Why don't you wake me up yet!"

Suddenly, a violent shout, like a bolt from the blue, bombarded into the minds of these people. At the moment of shock, these people opened their mouths and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and their faces were yellow, looking at the two people in front of them with in great horror.

As for those people with empty eyes, they fell down one after another, and the vitality on their bodies quickly dissipated, and their bodies decayed in a blink of an eye, leaving only white bones.

"Magic skill!"

At this moment, the burial finally remembered this skill that has been buried deep in memory. It is rumored that this skill is the supreme unique learning of the magic religion, which is almost comparable to the 'sky-eating magic skill' of the leader of the magic religion.

It is said that this sky-eating magic skill is transformed from the sky-eating magic skill, and its power to practice to the extreme is only slightly worse than that of the sky-eating magic skill.

There is an old saying: "When the rotational burial appears, the heaven and the earth changes; when the sky comes out, the heaven and the earth cry."

The power of the skill that can make heaven and earth cry is self-evident.

At the thought of this, his face turned pale. He looked at the young and excessive man in front of him with a smile and stood still, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"You are from the magic religion!"

Thinking of the previous things, and then looking at the young man in front of him, he returned to the funeral coldly, his breathing gradually calmed down, and adjusted himself to a peak state.

"You are very smart! This seat is under the command of the Patriarch - the archbishop!" The archbishop said lightly and stared at the people in the Sword Villa in front of him, "You have two ways to submit or die!"

The burial was stunned when he heard the words and looked carefully at the young man who claimed to be the archbishop. His face was uncertain, as if he was considering the other party's words.

"I~~~I~~~ submit!"

At this moment, a voice said tremblingly, suddenly turned around and looked at the place where the sound came, and his face was instantly black like the bottom of the pot.

It was not someone else who spoke, but the arrogance of the young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa, but the arrogance at this time had already disappeared from the previous arrogance. His whole face was pale, his body trembled, and his face was full of fear.

His face was a little dull and his face was gray, and the bodies on the ground reminded him all the time that this was reality rather than a nightmare.

Looking at the friends and brothers who have a good relationship with him being killed effortlessly by each other, Aowei has long been scared.

Since he was a child, he has never thought that the current situation would happen. To put it badly, he is a guy who eats around and waits to die.

This is the impression of the owner of the villa. If the owner had only one son, he would not have taken the position of the owner.

Everyone knows that the young master is timid, timid, and doesn't expect much from him, but when he said this, every strong man loyal to the Tibetan Sword Villa inevitably showed a trace of disappointment.

Is this the person they have been trying their best to assist? Is it really the successor of the future villa? With his posture, are brothers willing to work hard for him?

Disappointed, unparalleled disappointment, everyone looked at the arrogance with indisappreciation, sighing in their hearts, thinking about how there was such a useless son as the hero of the old master.

At this moment, everyone misses the back of the past, the man who fought with his brothers and the enemy, who is their eldest brother, who is willing to entrust their lives.

It's a pity that the old farmer is no longer in this world. Otherwise, how can the old farmer allow his son to become such a soft egg?

"Brother, you!"

Aomei, the arrogant sister, covered her little mouth and looked at her brother incredulously, with shock and undisguised disappointment in her eyes.

"Archbishop, this is the young owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa - arrogance!" Behind the archbishop, the rebel leader Xu Guang said respectfully.

"Oh!" The archbishop smiled softly when he heard the words, looked at the pale arrogance with considerable interest, and waved, "Come here!"

The arrogance of walking towards the archbishop could feel the contemptuous eyes behind him, which made him creepy and even walked with some instability.

"Are you willing to submit to me?" He looked at the arrogance with great interest, and the archbishop asked with a smile.

"I do!" Ao Mi didn't even want to answer, as if he was very worried about his life.

"Very good!" Reaching out and patting his arrogant shoulder, the archbishop looked at the people of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, "So, now, how about kneel down for me?"

"Puff!"

The two legs landed neatly, faster than the archbishop's own imagination. Originally, he thought that the other party would at least hesitate and struggle for a while before kneeling unwillingly. This guy simply made people speechless.

"Very good, very good!" The laughing archbishop has never met such a timid person. Although it's a little boring, isn't that what he wants?

"Get out of here!" Suddenly, the archbishop stretched out a foot, kicked his arrogant belly like lightning, and said coldly, "The boneless thing, take you down, it's simply dirty my hand."

"Puff~~~~~"

A long blood line cut through the void and was kicked away by the archbishop like a chicken. If it hadn't been for the archbishop's mercy, he would have died at this time.

This sudden change exceeded everyone's expectations. No one expected that the archbishop would suddenly change his face. He nodded with a smile the moment before, and the next moment he had already kicked away.

Although everyone's heart is sad, the previous act of arrogance has made everyone despise, and even some people show a sarcastic smile when they see this scene.

Only Aomei's face suddenly changed tragically. No matter what that person did, it was her own brother!