Chapter 104 Inside the Tomb

Jian Fengliu nodded: "Everyone also lights up the fire folds. Be careful." As soon as Jianfeng's words fell, the sound of flint suddenly sounded behind Jianfengliu.

The tomb road looks very dark. Someone threw out a fire fold casually, and the fire fold rolled several times on the ground, and the firelight disappeared in the depths of the tomb. There is no end to this tomb in the dark.

A cold wind blew, and I suddenly shivered. At the age of 16, he couldn't help grasping the corner of the sword clan: "Brother of the sword clan, I'm afraid." After saying that, her body couldn't help shaking a few times.

A robe gently covered Shun'er's body, and the sword clan gently patted Shun'er's shoulder: "It's okay, there's a bunch of people."

"But I'm still afraid." Shun'er tightened her hand, put her head on the swordsman's clothes, and wrapped her hands tighter.

The swordsman stroked Shun'er's head: "It's okay. Isn't there still me?"

"Yes, yes, and me." Dugu Caihua rushed to the front of the sword clan, and the fire fold in his hand swayed left and right.

In an instant, her eyes stared, and her eyes were white again. The fire fold in the hand of the sword flute in front of him shook: "Be careful, this wall is hollow." After saying that, Jian Xiao knocked on the wall next to him, and the crisp and empty sound came. Sure enough, as Jian Xiao said, the wall was a hollow wall.

The sword also stopped and ordered, "Be careful, there is indeed a mechanism in this secret road."

"Organ? What institution?" Bian 13 squeezed into the front and looked at the depths of the distant and empty dark tomb.

With a "sw" in the darkness, a sharp arrow broke through the air. The cheap 13 flashed quickly and directly flashed his waist, which really bitter the two brothers behind him. The sharp arrow passed through the chest and fixed the two warriors behind the bitch 13 together. With a normal sound in the dark, the two warriors fell to the ground. 13 was scared out of white hair and sweat.

Jian Fengliu exclaimed, "All the warriors above six floors of the Shuntian realm come to the front."

"Why?"

"Is it, are you going to die?"

As soon as they heard the sound of the sword, many warriors shouted dissatisfiedly. Are these low-level martial artists allowed to block the arrows for us so-called martial arts masters? Hearing this, Jianxiao's anger went straight to the sky. The voice of anger echoed in the dark tomb.

Many warriors above the sixth floor of Shuntianjing heard the sound and had to walk forward with the rest of the middle-level masters.

"We should leave some people behind." Seeing the middle-level masters constantly accumulating around him, Jian Xiao looked behind the long team.

Jian Fengliu nodded to the charming master and the purple sword Wuya: "Heads of the sect, please take a group of people to break the back."

"Please rest assured." Zijian Wuya and Yijianchen are both benevolent and don't give way.

"Amitabha, how long will it take for the team to go down the mountain safely?"

Hearing the charming superior's words, the sword style waved his hand: "Xiaoer, take a look at the structure of this tomb." Hearing this, Jian Xiao squatted down, and his right hand became a bow. His finger bones knocked on the ground a few times and said, "In my uncle's words, this tomb path is in the shape. I guess it will take at least a day to pass through such a long tomb path."

"Have all the people behind come in?" The sword has been sank for a while.

"There are about 300 people left." Some guys in the back shouted.

After listening to the voice behind, Jian Fengliu calculated in his heart: "Let's all accelerate forward, and the people behind are ready to close the door of the tomb."

"All the people polished the knives in their hands and were ready to fight." Jian Xiao roared at the warriors next to him. As soon as the sword flute's voice fell, more than a dozen weapons were pulled out of the sheath, and the white flowers under the firelight looked particularly dazzling.

Shuner clung to the sword clan and pulled the sword clan's clothes tightly: "Brother of the sword clan, it's so crowded here." After saying that, she took a few breaths and coughed a few times.

The swordsman listened to the uncomfortable voice behind him and searched the crowd: "Your Highness."

A white hand pulled out of the crowd: "Miss Shun'er, please give me your hand."

The swordsman grabbed Shun'er's shoulder and sent it to Menghua Xianping. Menghua Xianping was indeed more spacious than the swordsman, and the royal guards guarded Menghua Xianping in the middle hand in hand. In an instant, the weak body squeezed in the crowd. Soon he squeezed into the empty circle beside Meng Hua Xianping.

"Be careful, everyone." Jian Fengliu also took a long sword from Jian Xiao's hand and protected it on his chest. After saying that, Jianfengliu walked at the front with Jian Xiao and the sword clan. At this time, the big guy's footsteps slowed down a lot. The sharp arrow that just broke through the air made the big guy's nerves nervous for a long time.

At this time, there was a sound in the tomb. The big guy's heart came to his throat again. Many warriors stopped, and the weapons in their hands shook from time to time. One by one, they seemed to be nervous to death, and their hearts were full of white sweat.

Listening to this sound, the heart of the sword clan also hung up, and some memories of their previous lives were also recalled. When they were on the earth, these tombs were full of so-called zombie dumplings. I don't know what will happen in the tomb in this world.?

Jian Xiao looked around: "These tombs are full of all kinds of dried dumplings."

"Dried rice dumplings?" A warrior asked nervously.

"It's the white bone." A warrior interface.

"How many of these dried dumplings will there be?" A warrior asked.

"It's all good to dry zongzi, but I'm afraid of wet zongzi." After saying that, the fire fold in his hand was thrown into the tomb again. Unfortunately, the fire of the fire fold was quite small. After a few cooing, the fire fold was thrown into the tomb, and nothing could be illuminated at all.

"We can't see it at all." As soon as the sword flute's voice fell, a few thongs came back. The sword clan couldn't help but feel a little hairy at this time: "What the hell is this sound?" After saying that, the cold ice blade raised the blade above his head and scratched through the air. A white sword spirit shot from the cold blade and crossed the dark tomb. Ding came from the end of the tomb.

The swordsman's heart is a little low: "Let's go."

After listening to the words of the sword clan, the sword wind took the people of Jimo Villa to the tomb, and there were several thong and thong in the darkness. Everyone's heart was full of hair again.

"Why do I feel that someone is knocking on the wooden fish?" Jian Xiao pinched the saber in his hand. After saying that, Jian Xiao looked at the monks around him. The bald donkeys were pale one by one, and they all stared at Jian Xiao, and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction. But they dare not say anything. Because the sound of wood fish from the tomb is really like.

The sword wind flow took a few steps forward: "All the crossbow warriors rushed over and put a few sharp arrows on the tomb first."

More than a dozen crossbow machine warriors squeezed forward with the * machine in their hands, picked up the crossbow machine and shot into the dark depths of the tomb, and countless arrow feathers shot from this end of the sword clan. There were countless tinkers at the end of the tomb, obviously the sound of those crossbows falling to the ground.

"Let's go." Jian Fengliu no longer hesitated this time. The long sword in his hand stabbed two swords one left and one right, and his body bow flew forward like an ape. The sword style really deserves to be a master in the world. The speed is indeed not ordinary fast. It is no different from those arrow feathers. The sword clan and Jian Xiao looked at each other, and both of them flew forward with light skills under their feet. Of course, the speed of the people in Mo Villa was not slow, and several ups and downs followed.

As soon as they saw the people of Jimo Villa moving, countless martial arts warriors also followed the people of Jimo Villa. Menghua Xianping picked up Shun'er and followed. The royal martial arts were indeed not weak, and several ups and downs followed.

The sword is flowing and the long sword is on the ground, and there is another tomb road in front of him. Countless fire folds come from the sword wind, and the situation of the tomb road in front of him is gradually becoming clear.

"It's the tomb road again. When will it come to an end?" Jian Xiao muttered that he couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

"Don't worry." The sword wind archer knocked on the wall casually: "This wall is solid. The wall of the tomb just now is hollow. I didn't see any mechanism. This tomb is a little strange."

The swordsman groped on the wall, and the touch of his fingers immediately felt a small hole: "Grandfather, the arrow feathers that just shot the two warriors were probably shot out of this hole." As soon as the swords's voice fell, a fire fold came up and saw that there was a hole in the wall. The position and height just reach the position of the human chest.

"Master Jianzhuang, do we still have to go forward?" Lianyou looked at the tomb in front of him and felt a little worried.

The sword in his hand is drawn against the wall behind him, which is a sword spirit. Although there are many warriors behind him, this sword is indeed a coincidence. No one was hurt.

The milky sword spirit broke out of the wall, revealing some voids. The swordsman casually passed a fire fold and threw it into it. Countless sparks came from the hole in the broken wall. All of a sudden, the fire fold fell to the ground and was visible to the naked eye.

The bold warrior came up with a fire fold and looked at it: Jian Xiao also felt a little curious, squeezed over and immediately shouted, "Damn it, it, it's full of large beds and crossbows, and a sharp arrow is enough to kill a six-layer warrior in the realm of the sky."

Jian Xiao's words were not loud, which really made the warriors in the tomb breathe coldly. The bed crossbow, this thing is really cruel. For a moment, countless cruel eyes floated to the bald donkeys in the tomb.

"Are those bed crossbows all out of work?" The sword style said to the sword flute.

"The owner is really clever. The hemp ropes on these bed crossbows are rotten, and the iron arrows on them are even more rusty." After saying that, Jian Xiao squeezed out: "How did uncle know?"

Jian Fengliu coughed: "Let's go. These bed crossbows have been history for hundreds of years. How can they not fail?"

"Will the mechanism below also be invalid?" The swordsman asked