Chapter 293: Keep a low profile and feel lonely

At this time, more than ten fleshy tendrils suddenly came out like a shower.

Ji Que flicked his left arm, and the Tai Chi force roared and spun with the flying ancient sword, turning into a Bagua pattern, and he withstood the blow with a bang.

The masonry on the ground turned into powder in an instant, rising like smoke, showing that the force of this blow was very powerful.

Ji Que didn't feel much pain, because Ning Hongyu was under him, giving him a huge cushion.

Ning Hongyu frowned slightly and wanted to push Ji Que out, but couldn't do it for the moment.

The Bagua pattern formed by the sword body is condensed and unbreakable, like the strongest shield in the world, protecting Ji Que's head.

The wood continued to press down, and more than a dozen flesh tendrils smashed down, making a rolling sound like muffled thunder.

Almost at the same time, the water poured into the pool fell, making a roar like thousands of horses galloping.

Everything around them became majestic at this moment, as if they were about to swallow everything, and Ji Que and Ning Hongyu were among them, becoming the only gap between them.

In other words, a man and a woman are fighting against everything.

"Go up to the peak and help me reach the top." Ji Que couldn't help but say.

Ning Hongyu said with a pained face: "Okay, but you have to move away first."

Ji Que moved up, but soon said awkwardly: "Sorry, it's stuck."

The next moment, he took a deep breath, moved his body, broke away from Shangfeng's towering chest, and slid out.

At the same time, Ning Hongyu's red demon knife moved upwards and merged with the Bagua pattern.

Seen from here, the demon sword and the group of swords are like jacks, holding up the terrifying tide of wood.

The moment Ji Que slipped out, Qian Ji Sword was already buzzing.

Qunjian responded immediately.

Regardless of whether they were good, bad, dead, alive, not completely rotten, or rotten to the point of leaving only a hilt, they all made a buzzing sound at this time.

It's like a desperate struggle, but also like a cry of excitement?

"bring it on!"

At this moment, Ji Que's whole body's true energy surged, and his hair moved automatically without any wind.

Wan Jian returns to the clan!

Ever since, there was an extra river in the deep pool.

A river of swords.

The water in the pool was broken open, the waves were like snow, and the swords surged straight towards the wood, colliding with those fleshy whiskers.

Naturally, many swords were sacrificed along the way. After all, most of these swords were decayed and old.

Their swords were shattered and turned into fragments, floating like crumbs, and soon disappeared. However, each sword seemed very excited at this last moment and disappeared with a buzz.

It's like a person who has been humiliated and finally burned his life and found his own dignity.

They have also shown their sharpness with their masters in bright clothes and angry horses; they have also been unsheathed in the cold and drank hot blood.

They are trapped in this rotten wood, rotting away and losing their light.

But they are swords and a gentleman among soldiers. Even when they are old, they still have their own dignity!

Ji Que felt the intention of these swords, and his eyebrows were filled with sword intentions.

The surging Jian River was like a school of fish in the deep sea, spinning around Ji Que.

Ji Que leaned over.

The ancient sword buzzed, and the decaying sword edge collided with these tough fleshy whiskers with an aura that would have killed tens of thousands of people.

They were once trapped in these things and suffered terribly, but now, they chose the most decisive way to end things with each other.

Rather than living a rotten life like this and being consumed to death by this ghost, it is better to die proudly!

Each broken sword was like a brilliant firework, and the tough tendrils could not withstand such a decisive sword intent and broke one after another.

The fleshy whiskers on the body of the "Three Generations of Emperors" were retracted at this time, stacked one on top of another and squirming, as if they had an extra layer of terrifying armor.

Ji Que stood where he was and raised his head.

The group of swords wandered around him, cold and orderly, like the most solid barrier.

Qian Ji Sword once again emitted a faint blue light at this time, ready to move, and the same was true for those swords.

Because at this time, they also felt Ji Que's feelings.

Ji Que's intention is to make this thing in front of him disappear completely!

In the next moment, Ji Que took the lead and rushed forward, followed by a group of swords buzzing as they rushed forward.

The cold sword river began to swing, from round to straight, like a dragon waving its tail.

Those sword lights that flash from time to time look like bright dragon scales.

When Old Long, who was hiding in the distance, saw this scene, his pupils turned dim.

This Stegosaurus is enough to make it lose its color.

The next moment, Ji Que raised his sword, and the sword intent on his body suddenly rose from the ground, and the river of swords under him also roared out and rushed towards the "Three Generations Emperor".

The sword flies and shocks the sky, that's all.

The moment he approached the "Three Generations of Emperors", the hundreds of ancient swords led by him suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the dark water.

The sword swung in Ji Que's hand was a sword, the burning sword river was a sword, and the aura lingering around him was also a sword!

He has a close connection with Qian Ji Sword, and Qian Ji Sword leads the group of swordsmen.

At this moment, the entire space was filled with swords.

He has become a well-deserved king of swords. This ancient tomb has been completely taken over by the sword at this moment.

The roaring sword river first enveloped the body of the "Three Generations Emperor", rushed forward, and fell.

The fleshy whiskers that originally protected the huge body of the "Three Generations Emperor" began to squirm at this moment, trying to glue it together again.

But the burning ancient sword didn't give it such a chance.

Rumble, like the sound of a waterfall falling and scouring the river.

This is a torrent of steel composed of swords!

The group of burning ancient swords hit the "wood" and then bloomed, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The pools of water were still around, but in an instant they turned into mist and dispersed in all directions.

In the sword fire, those fleshy whiskers were trembling continuously, curled up as they were burned, and made a crackling sound.

Ji Que stood in front of him, with the Qian Ji Sword in his hand stabbing in continuously.

The firelight illuminated his face, which was still full of sword energy.

After dozens of breaths, only a roar was heard, and the fleshy whiskers on the body of the "Three Generations of Emperors" suddenly collapsed and fell down, revealing its true appearance.

There really is a "person" inside those pieces of wood.

This man's face and body were covered with moss, like a damp old object, but his eyes were gleaming, giving people a sense of majesty that he dared not look directly into.

However, Ji Que couldn't control this. When he saw the other party's true appearance, especially his head, he became energetic.

Qian Jijian rushed forward with him and had already arrived beside this "real body".

Immediately afterwards, there was only a crisp sound, and the head of the emperor, who seemed to have not yet woken up, sank into his chest, shaking off countless moss.

As soon as the face on the chest appeared, Ji Que's "Righteous Strike" was activated again.

With a snap, the head sank and fell into the belly, and the belly button was squeezed open.

This "real body" has lost the protection of the fleshy whiskers outside and looks quite fragile.

With a bang, when its majestic head popped out of its butt, steaming white smoke was coming out of Ji Que's hands, and his skin was almost burnt.

At the same time, the swords that had been inserted into the body became more and more violent, tearing the body apart in an instant.

The burning sword fire spread, and these swords sublimated the wood with life.

As the green pond water poured in, these charcoal residues suddenly turned into countless black flakes and scattered in the water.

At this moment, Ji Que even smelled the smell of grilled squid.

Ning Hongyu swam up and stood with Ji Que.

Ji Que, on the other hand, shook his palms that were burned due to the backlash from the righteous attack, and looked in a certain direction.

The true energy surrounded him, isolating him from the pouring water.

Ji Que walked through the pond, followed by a group of swords, like an elegant swordsman.

This kind of elegance became the great fear in the eyes of the seriously injured old dragon.

In so many years, this is the second human being that has frightened him so much.
To be continued...