Chapter 581 Corridor

In front of you, there is a fracture!

Yes, a fracture, a fracture in the middle of the tunnel.

The fracture is in the middle of the tunnel, eight meters long, but deep... Looking down, I can't see the bottom...

No one knows how big this ancient tomb is, whose tomb it is, and who built it. According to rumors, it is something left by the immortals.

The walls on both sides of the fracture are full of attack and killing arrays. Obviously, this is a hurdle. If you can't get through, then you can't continue.

Qin Qin, who controls the white deer, stands quietly in front of the fault. Opposite it is a flat tunnel, and behind it is the way to come.

If you want to go on, you must skip this fault.

In fact, with Qinqin himself, or Bai Lu, the eight-meter distance is actually not long, and it is very simple to go there.

Just...

The irritable and faint attack and killing array on the walls on both sides made her stammer.

She believes that as long as she jumps casually, those magic arrays can bombard her without even scum.

"Brother Yi, what should we do?"

"Wait!"

Yi Han's deep voice sounded in Qin Qin's ear.

"Wait?" Qin Qin was slightly stunned and very puzzled. The hurdle in front of her should not be anything for a master like Yi Han, right? What are you waiting for?

"At the opposite landing, there are two top masters lurking. Once you jump over, even if the magic array on the left and right walls is not launched, if you jump to the opposite bank, you will be dismembered at the first time, and the soul may not be able to be preserved, so you have to wait!"

Yi Han said in a low voice.

When Qin Qiner heard this, she immediately understood, but her eyes were full of surprise and looked at the other side.

The other side is empty, how can you see anyone? Is it an assassin again?

Just as Qin Qiner was thinking, in the void beside her, a strong black smoke suddenly shot out. The black smoke, like a bow and arrow, flew straight to the other side.

The cold and domineering breath instantly filled this corridor. The black smoke appeared extremely suddenly, like a poisonous snake rushing out in an instant, ready to go...

The void opposite could not help trembling because of the appearance of the black smoke. Then, a sword man holding a long sword and a man holding a feather fan flashed out of the void. They hid here early and seemed to be waiting for the rabbit. If someone came on the other side, I'm afraid they would be dismembered by the two.

Without saying a word, each of them hit an air blade with their bare hands and hit the black smoke.

However, the air blade penetrated the black smoke and hit the top plate of the back.

The two people were slightly shocked and retreated together, but they saw that the approaching black smoke suddenly materialized. They condensed inch by inch and formed an extremely vigorous dragon.

The dragon's eyes are like copper bells, the scales stand up, and there is a charm flowing all over the body. The black gas penetrates out of the cracks in its scales, looking sacred, with a few strange...

As soon as Jiaolong appeared, he went straight to the man with the fan. It opened its mouth, and a cold suction began to pull the fan-holding man, as if countless big hands appeared out of thin air and grasped him tightly.

In the face of the sudden appearance of Jiaolong, the two were also shocked. The man holding the fan quickly danced the folding fan in his hand, and a light wind blew up, and the evil spirit and suction from the resister's little black mat.

"Is it this dragon?"

Seeing Jiaolong appear, but there are no other figures. Suddenly, another swordsman whispered. If it was just Jiaolong and the doctor, it would not be too difficult to solve it.

But, just as his idea had just taken shape, and he was ready to kill Jiaolong first and then solve the doctor opposite, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

The swordsman was shocked, and his figure flashed and fell behind, but before he stood still, he felt a pain in his waist and his body was out of control. He staggered and was kicked to the ground.

Speed?? The swordsman always thought that his speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect that the other party's speed was faster, and the speed made people shudder.

Is this the speed a person should have?

However, it is enough to see from the fact that the other party did not intend to kill himself with his foot, not with a weapon.

The swordsman quickly turned around, but saw a unique and sharp blade on his neck.

"Don't move!"

Yi Han said lightly.

At this time, Xiaohei relied on Longwei and successfully pressed the fan-holding man under his claws and could not move.

At the sight of the swordsman, his eyes under the mask suddenly flashed with anxiety, but he still did not dare to act rashly...

He felt that as long as he had the intention to resist, the other party would definitely remove his head from his neck.

"Tell me which force you belong to and whether you are in the same group as the assassin who died before!"

Yi Han asked in a low voice.

As soon as the swordsman heard this, he thought about it and immediately said, "We don't belong to any force. As for the assassin you mentioned... I don't think we know each other!"

"Do you think it's interesting to say this kind of words? Since I ask you, it is natural to get a satisfactory answer. This answer is not satisfactory!"

Yi Han brought the Canghuai soul-eating knife a little closer to his neck. Then, the blade cut the skin, and a little blood flowed out along the cold blade.

The swordsman only felt as if it was ice against his neck. It was not cold. His neck was numb, and there was not much pain. The goose bumps were all erected, and the protective strength of the neck was also torn by the dagger and collapsed.

"This is my answer. You are not satisfied. That's your business. We are not as good as others. If we are subdued by you, we are desperate. If you want to kill, then do it quickly! Otherwise, we will not die, so the dead person will be you.

The swordsman said coldly, and his words were full of unyieldingness and coldness.

Yi Han smiled softly, raised his left hand, and slightly sacrificed a trace of breath in front of the swordsman.

"This is..."

Looking at the breath on Yi Han's palm, the swordsman's eyes were full of horror.

"This is... Reiki?? You have opened the spiritual root!"

The swordsman was shocked.

"It seems that your master has also opened the spiritual root."

Yi Han snorted.

"You know that my master has opened the spiritual root. Don't you think that the whole Shenzhou is the strongest only when the spiritual root is opened. The history is so long, how many spiritual roots exist?"

"I don't have much time. If you are sure you don't say what I want to know, then your soul will become the nourishment of the dagger blade in my hand!"

Yi Han has lost his patience. If these two people refuse to say it, then he can only kill him.

Maybe he didn't know that when he did this, he was staring at this side in the dark with a pair of eyes.