General Zhao fell in one step, surpassed everyone, reached the front, and stabbed Wang Er with his sword.
"How brave!" Wang Er was shocked and angry. He saw how terrifying the other party was, but this sword was thrust into his face, which was extremely insulting. He, Wang Er, was a proud man of heaven, and he had never been humiliated like Gao, even if the opponent was a senior in the martial arts world.
The sword light exploded, like fireworks on the fifteenth day of the Lantern Festival, shooting at General Zhao with sparks, and every spark was full of destructive power. When the masters who followed saw this, they were frightened and stopped quickly.
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The slight sound was the sound of a sword piercing flesh, and the sparks in the sky disappeared. Wang Er kept fencing, but his expression was in disbelief, and his eyes were frightened and helpless.
"How could you..."
With a twist of his neck, he died of anger.
General Zhao slowly pulled out the sword that was stabbing his heart, and a stream of blood spurted out.
"Don't come here -" a master shouted. Before he finished speaking, his body felt cold. He had been hit by a sword, and his heart was hit by a sword. His expression was a little dazed, but his eyes had dimmed.
"you--"
A master fell far away from General Zhao. He thought it had nothing to do with him, but when death came, everything was over. General Zhao struck out with his sword in the east and west, and killed six people with his sword six times.
Everyone behind felt a chill in their hearts. Every sword strike by General Zhao could be seen clearly, but those masters took the initiative to send them to the door as if they were possessed by evil spirits. Liu Wei'an naturally knew that this was not true, but he was afraid that he would not be able to find out what exactly happened unless he faced it directly. But when he was about to confront it, he was afraid that he would not have the chance again.
"Father Zhang Daoxian——" Zhang Yibu's expression changed drastically when he saw General Zhao looking at him.
"It's useless to fight dad here." General Zhao grinned and stabbed out with his sword.
The sword was stabbed flatly, and no strength could be seen. Every trace of the trajectory could be seen clearly, as if an old man was practicing his sword dance in the early morning, slowly and gently. Outsiders could see nothing unusual, only Zhang Yibu, who was locked, let out a cry of despair.
"ah--"
He stood still and let the sharp arrow pierce his heart, his face full of fear and helplessness.
Whoosh——
Ji Wushen, Zhang Yangjin, Zhang Wuhe, Liu Wei'an, Huang Baifu... and other masters all gathered together and looked at General Zhao warily. General Zhao glanced at them, showed an indifferent smile, and walked towards the mummy.
After the mummy sat up, it remained in this position, motionless, with its palms facing up. The animal skin was not placed on the hands, but suspended in the air. It was very magical.
General Zhao has already arrived in front of the coffin. Everyone can only watch, not because they don't want to grab it, but because they don't dare. The difference in strength is too big, which means that General Zhao is thinking about the animal skin. If not, he would probably kill them all with one sword.
General Zhao did not go to the animal skin immediately, but stared at the mummy for about half a cup of tea. After confirming that the mummy was harmless, he extended his hand. Liu Wei'an's expression was calm. In fact, he had been secretly communicating with the formation in the cemetery. However, it was strange that he could clearly sense the formation buried underground, but he could not mobilize it. It was like he was scratching the surface and felt extremely uncomfortable.
The corner of his eyes was staring at Ji Wushen and others. He knew that these people would not give up the animal skin like this. The "Immortal Inheritance Sutra" is the top mental method in the world and can create a top family. The reason why the Ji family can pass on forever and be respected by all the aristocratic families is that the Ji family has mastered a top-notch mental method. Most of the ancient mind-dharma scriptures have been lost in the long history. Today's so-called aristocratic families, such as the Liu family, the Zhao family, the Wang family, the Zhang family, etc., all have some fragmented scriptures. Even so, they can still be prosperous and enjoy wealth, which shows the power of the scriptures.
Ji Wushen's clenched fists were glowing, a pale yellow light, very faint, but with a heart-stopping aura emanating from it. Zhang Yangjin and Huang Baifu also made their own moves. Just when these people were about to take action, something changed on General Zhao's side.
There is no doubt about the power of General Zhao, but he was not careless and very cautious. He did not touch the animal skin with his hands rashly, but used his sword. The moment the sword touched the animal skin, the animal skin turned into thousands of rays of light and shot out in all directions. At the same time, the mummy moved. He grabbed the sword with his left hand and cut General Zhao in half from head to toe with his right hand like a knife.
The horrific scene shocked everyone.
"General Zhao!" The ancient survivors exclaimed in unison, their expressions extremely horrified.
The mummy stood up slowly. As it stood up, an extremely terrifying aura filled the air, like a tide or a hurricane. For a moment, everyone, regardless of their strength, was unable to move. It was as if there was a Mount Tai weighing on their shoulders, and their bones It creaked and was about to break.
"After so many years... I have finally arrived... my people..." The mummy opened and closed its mouth, making a clicking noise, and the sound rang directly in everyone's minds.
"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an wanted to ask, but he couldn't. The pressure was too great, he couldn't speak, and even his mental fluctuations couldn't be transmitted, and he was suppressed.
The mummies are just too scary.
A stream of thoughts swept over, paused on a master, and made a sound.
"too weak!"
The master didn't even make a sound and fainted.
His thoughts came to the second master and swept past him.
"Qualifications are too poor!"
The second master rolled his eyes and fell down.
"Not qualified to inherit!"
The third master lost consciousness.
The stream of consciousness scan was extremely fast, and he arrived at Huang Baifu's body in the blink of an eye. Huang Baifu's eyes shone with hope, but unexpectedly, the stream of consciousness did not stop at all. He fainted, and before falling down, he heard faintly.
"Too old!"
Zhang Yangjin was right behind Huang Baifu, and he was the one after Huang Baifu. When the stream of consciousness came to him, his excited heartbeat stopped. The stream of consciousness stayed with him several times longer than others, but it was a pity that it finally left.
"It's barely watchable, but not good enough."
In an instant, Zhang Yangjin was enveloped in huge disappointment and fainted.
"Isn't there anyone qualified?"
Everyone standing fell down, leaving only three people, Ji Wushen, the noble man in black, and Liu Wei'an. Liu Wei'an fell behind because he had lost his skills and was slow. The noble man in black didn't move at all. He was standing at the very back, and Ji Wushen was not scanned. He probably wanted to stay at the end, and the stream of consciousness also felt that he was the best.
When the stream of consciousness came to Ji Wushen, both Liu Wei'an and the noble man in black tightened their bodies. Ji Wushen acted very calmly, but if you look closely, you will find that his capillaries have contracted.
"Liu Wei'an!"
"Liu Wei'an!"
"Liu Wei'an!"
The three calls, each louder and grander than the last, seemed to be transmitted from the depths of the universe, expanding layer by layer, and finally filled the entire world like a bell.
Liu Wei'an woke up suddenly, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The mountains of rare treasures were gone, the coffin was gone, the mummy was gone, everything was gone. He stood in the dim tomb passage, and could only see Within five meters, a little crow appeared out of nowhere. It was the crow that had called just now.
Still in the door!
Liu Wei'an broke into a cold sweat.
