Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Fifth: Ten-Zhang High Platform Hundred Thousand Swords!
Xianwu.
"Hey, Zi Lin, are you still guarding here?" The companion was a little surprised. He glanced at the Wushuang list and said with a smile: "There is no movement. It seems that no new Wushuang skills have been released for a long time."
"Six months and nine days." Chen Zilin gave the accurate answer. He was extremely familiar with every name on the unparalleled list.
"It took a long time." My companion couldn't help but sigh: "Is there something wrong with the Wushuang Slate?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Chen Zilin said: "There is going to be a problem with Wushuang Slate. We, Xianwu, don't know how big of a disturbance we are going to make. Why is it your turn to make noise here?"
"That's true." The companion murmured, then waved: "I'm leaving. I won't be on duty tonight. Oh my, I don't know why you are so interested in the Wushuang List. Anyway, I look at the slate every day and think about it.
Vomited."
"Let's go, let's go." Chen Zilin waved his hand: "I'll be late for a while."
Chen Zilin continued to invest in the study of stone slabs.
The huge thirty-foot-high stone slab in front of him is the Sacred Treasure of Cassiopeia, the Peerless Stone Slab. This stone slab can capture the fluctuations of various martial arts in the entire Heavenly Road. It will capture the fluctuations of every martial skill.
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The names of some martial arts will appear on the slate. At first, people didn't know what they meant. But when people gradually discovered that the martial arts that appeared on the Wushuang slate were extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary martial arts. Ordinary martial arts
Divided into equal levels, it has been difficult to accurately assess their power.
Therefore, people have a special name for this type of martial arts - unparalleled martial arts.
Unparalleled martial arts, each one is a unique skill, each one is unique.
There are a total of 19,986 martial arts on the current Wushuang List. Chen Zilin is extremely familiar with every data on the Wushuang Slate.
There are 19,980 unparalleled martial arts, and the names of 16,743 martial arts are dark gray. These are all unparalleled martial arts that have appeared in history, but have been lost now. When a certain
The name of the gray unparalleled martial arts turns to gold, which means that this unparalleled martial arts has been found and passed down again.
The Peerless Stone Slate has a very long history. It has not yet been discovered in Cassiopeia. It stands upright here. Its history is even older than the history of mankind. How the Peerless Stone Slab was formed is still a mystery.
When the first generation of fairy queens discovered that this stone slab that could not be moved at all was actually the sacred treasure of Cassiopeia, they were very frustrated. In their view, this large stone slab that could not be used in battle had no value at all.
It was not until Cepheus and Cassiopeia were integrated to form Xianwu that this stone slab became the real foundation of Xianwu. It and the Yingwu Bronze Mirror of Cepheus are the foundation for the growth of Xianwu.
There are a total of 3237 types of unparalleled martial arts lit up today. And there are 1029 types found and confirmed by Xianwu.
The sky is vast, the stars are countless, and 1029 unparalleled martial arts can be found. Xianwu does not know how much manpower, material and financial resources have been spent. As the influence of Xianwu continues to increase, the Wushuang List has received close attention from all parties.
The powerful power of unparalleled martial arts makes it a unique skill that all forces want to acquire. Any unparalleled martial arts is priceless.
There has been no new unparalleled martial arts for six months, which is very rare. Generally speaking, at least three or five unparalleled martial arts appear every year.
Chen Zilin shook his head. Could it be that the weather has been too hot recently and everyone is too lazy to innovate martial arts?
He took out an ice bucket with a few pieces of watermelon frozen in it. He took out a piece and ate it without any image. A cold feeling went straight into his body, which made him feel indescribably comfortable. He ate even more immersed in it.
Suddenly, a flash of golden light came into his field of vision.
Chen Zilin's body trembled, and red watermelon juice smeared all over his face, but he ignored it and raised his head sharply.
On the unparalleled stone slab, a line of golden characters appeared.
NO.19981: Fire Scythe and Ghost Claw, one star. Killing move: Ghost King Firefly.
The wind whistled in his ears, and the mountain road in the night was so rugged. The fierce fighting at the bottom of the mountain would occasionally light up with brilliant lights like fireworks, illuminating the mountain road in front of him. He did not dare to look back, he was afraid of seeing blood, seeing
Those scenes you don’t want to see.
No matter what... you must not die!
Xie Qing bit her lip tightly and clenched her fists tightly.
The calls from the mountains became stronger and clearer. A vague thought came from afar, soothing his heart. Unknowingly, his pace slowed down.
He has reached the highest point on the top of the mountain. The highest point on the top of the mountain is a small flat land two meters square.
Xie Qing looked around, but there was nothing around him.
how come……
How come there is nothing?
The light shining from time to time at the bottom of the mountain, and the sound of energy explosions from time to time, made the top of the mountain look so peaceful.
Huge loss shocked Xie Qing's heart. Could it be... could it be just his own hallucination?
"Come out!" Xie Qing suddenly roared, his bloodshot eyes widened, like a beast on the verge of extinction. The flickering light shone on his face, making him even more desperate and angry. The battle at the foot of the mountain,
What happened...
Bastard! Damn it!
"Come out! Why don't you come out? Why?"
"Are you toying with me?"
The angry roar was carried far and wide by the night wind, and the popping sounds that sounded from time to time under the mountain became a footnote to the sound of the wind.
"come out!"
"Come out!"
"Please, come out! Come out quickly!"
The roar turned into a plea, and the plea contained a strong cry. Xie Qing's knees weakened and he fell to the ground.
Are you really playing with me?
I'm protecting you, the village is protecting you, they're helping you, why don't you come out?
Why?
If you don’t come out, everyone will die...
Xie Qing couldn't bear it anymore and tears fell down.
Damn it! It’s all because I’m too weak!
Bang! Xie Qing’s clenched fist hit the ground hard.
Click!
The mountain below Xie Qing suddenly shook, like the sound of rocks cracking.
Click, click, click!
The crack was like a big dragon, rumbling along Xie Qing's feet, snaking down the mountain like lightning. The whole mountain was trembling, trembling violently.
Dozens of cracks, like dozens of fierce black dragons, made loud rumbling noises, flying sand and rocks, and exploded from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain with a terrifying momentum!
Everyone who was fighting was startled by the sudden loud noise and couldn't help but stop.
Xie Qing was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the cracks that were constantly breaking and spreading in front of him. The ground beneath his feet was shaking, and he could hardly keep his balance.
A faint sigh suddenly sounded in Xie Qing's mind.
This sigh is like the fog in the dark night, elusive and elusive.
Xie Qing was startled, and he suddenly realized, it, it woke up!
Crack, crash, crash.
The rocks on Shijian Peak are like broken biscuits, falling down like raindrops.
The falling rocks were like peeling off the shell, and the unspeakable dangerous atmosphere was like gathering dark clouds, extremely oppressive. Everyone's expressions became solemn, and the scene in front of them was too shocking.
The rocks on the mountain are peeling off bit by bit.
The mountain is getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Boss!" Bai Hu shouted suddenly, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart.
The Qilin King stared blankly at the peeling mountain. His eyes became more and more intense. He felt it! He really felt it! This terrifying aura, even the colorful Qilin bloodline in his body, was suppressed to death.
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So strong...
Holy treasure! Only a holy treasure can possess such a terrifying aura!
Suddenly, Bai Hu made a gesture.
Bai Hu's shout just now has attracted the attention of several other people. Seeing the boss's gesture, the members of the Five Killers all felt awe in their hearts.
The boss's gesture has only one meaning, prepare to take action!
The members of the Five Killers Group have experienced hundreds of battles. Once the Qilin King makes a decision, they immediately show their ruthless and decisive side. Even the white fox, who was deeply uneasy in his heart, put his uneasiness behind at this time and calmed down.
Half of the mountain is floating in the air, the rocks at the bottom of the mountain are falling continuously, and Xie Qing at the top of the mountain is at a loss.
"The sword is in the middle of the mountain!" White Fox suddenly shouted.
Brush, several people had a tacit understanding and launched it at the same time, like five arrows from the string, they all rushed towards the mountain.
Suddenly, a gray light suddenly exploded from the body of the mountain.
"not good!"
Everyone's expression changed.
The gray light came so fast that it was impossible to react. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone was locked in the gray light.
Except Tang Tian!
Tang Tian suddenly sensed the danger just before the gray light spread. He turned around and ran without hesitation. However, as soon as he took two steps, he was caught up by the gray light and stopped in place.
When Tang Tian was just running away, he heard a soft cry.
But now, Tang Tian found that his whole body was completely locked by a cold aura, and he couldn't even move a finger. His body still maintained a running posture.
Dead silence, dead silence.
The gray void is filled with a faint gray mist, and everyone seems to have been cast into a body-fixing technique, like a sculpture.
A faint sigh sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time.
The boundless gray fog gradually sank. Below Tang Tian and his knees, it was like a sea of gray clouds, but above the sea of gray clouds, it was extremely refreshing.
Everyone's pupils shrank.
On a high platform shrouded in gray mist, a figure stood with his hands behind his back. On the high platform more than ten feet high was a gray flag with a large black character "hidden" written on it.
Could it be...could it be...
A suffocating thought suddenly appeared in everyone's mind involuntarily.
The mist below the high platform gradually dissipated, and the high platform finally revealed its true appearance.
Hundreds of thousands of long swords are inserted all over the high platform, densely packed. The high platform is like a hedgehog, especially on both sides of the steps. The swords are denser. They are like thatch. Every sword is full of gaps and incomplete, and some are even...
Broken sword.
The space for people to put their feet down is only about the size of a palm.
Ten feet high platform, one hundred thousand broken swords!
A solitary figure, standing with hands behind his back, condescending, looking down at the world!
