Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 132 Bloody Sword

The people on the iron bridge are all experienced martial arts tycoons, well-informed, battle-tested, and all kinds of bloody scenes are not a problem.

But the "people" coming up on the bridge right now have dull expressions, like zombies, but they walk as if they don't touch the ground, and they are surprisingly fast.

Ding Ping's face was gloomy, and he pulled out the Kunwu Excalibur on his back with his backhand. The cold glow flickered, and the lightning flashed coldly. With a move of "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun", he galloped up and cut off the head of the first female zombie. .

At the same time shouted:
"The terrain here is unfavorable, quick battle and quick decision, hurry up!"

Only then did the crowd wake up, each holding his own weapon, and started fighting the zombies on the iron bridge.

A melee.

Although in terms of martial arts, these zombies are far inferior to the martial arts masters on the bridge, but their bodies are hard, their movements are extremely fast, and they are not afraid of the pain of life and death. Sometimes their limbs are cut off, but they are still wriggling around with their bloody mouths open , with thick white teeth bared, biting up and down and colliding non-stop, making a rattling sound, which made people's faces change.

But Qunhao are all well-known figures in the Jianghu, and there are two top masters, Ding Ping and Hu Shixiu, in command. Although they were a little confused at the beginning, they finally gained the upper hand.

After a meal, these zombies were killed with mutilated limbs and blood.

"boom!"

Hu Shixiu swung a vigorous and powerful palm, and the body of the last zombie was sent flying more than two feet away. It exploded in mid-air, and the blood rained horizontally.

With a livid face, he brushed off the splattered flesh, turned around and asked:

"How is Nephew Fang?"

Not far away, his follower Mao Houer squatted next to a bloody body, shook his head this way, and said:
"The intestines and stomach are all rotten, and I can't survive."

"Nephew Fang" is named Fang Shulong, he is the apprentice of Situ Kong, the deceased owner of Xiaoyao, and also a young master of the Lotus School. This time, Hu Shixiu asked him to come to the ancient tomb for Situ Kong's sake. Thinking about letting him make some contributions and promote him in the future.

Who knew that in the fierce battle just now, this kid was so excited that he was attacked by a zombie, his stomach was ripped out, and he died miserably on the spot.

Besides him, several other people in the team were injured, but none of them were serious.

On the Lotus Sect's side, Liu Yuanzhang's capable general, Ye Daqi, had two cuts on his arm, and Yang Shengquan, an elder of the Nine Bags of the Beggars' Clan, had a finger bitten off, bleeding profusely.

On the Tianshu Pavilion side, Ding Yanru, a female disciple of the Doumu Sect, was bitten off a large piece of flesh on her calf, and her skirt was covered in blood.

Although the rest were not injured, they were covered in blood and still in shock.

Looking at the broken limbs and wreckage on the ground, and the painful expression of the proud disciple, Fairy Jin Ling was furious from the heart, and wanted to have another attack, but just now, seeing Ding Ping's attack, his swordsmanship is so high and his skill is strong, he is even better than himself , or abruptly swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Hu Shixiu gritted his teeth and said:
"There's a lot of evil here, let's put the corpse of Martial Nephew Fang here temporarily, and let's move on quickly."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the pool of blood under the bridge.

The viscous pool water turned quickly, as if there was a huge beast at the bottom of the pool, opening its bloody mouth to swallow the filthy blood.

The martial arts heroes on the bridge were just about to leave when they saw this miraculous scene. They were all startled and looked down one after another.

I saw that the vortex turned faster and faster, and even the air above was sucked in. Suddenly, the surrounding wind was strong, and the clothes of the people around the audience were rattling.

It didn't take long for the huge blood-colored pond to be sucked clean, revealing a brilliant brilliance from the mud at the bottom.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Ding Ping was the first to fly down and jump into the bottom of the pond.

Hu Shixiu wanted to jump off after him, but was pulled back by a woman behind him with a slight pull of his arm.

He looked back and saw that the woman shook her head imperceptibly at him, and immediately froze her body and stopped moving.

Ding Ping took the luminous object under the bridge in his hand and took a closer look. It turned out to be a scarlet long sword with only a blade but no hilt, but it exuded a bloody aura, surging like the Styx in the sky, Fall into the mortal world.

This blood sword is just a shadow, not a real thing, but it is still cold to the touch, and the cold air is refreshing. There are a few simple and ugly seal characters engraved on it, and there is a vicissitudes of life.

Ding Ping felt the strong sword intent coming from the sword, which was unparalleled and unstoppable, and he was ecstatic in his heart.

At this moment, the bloody sword shadow suddenly turned into an incomparably pure qi, which slid into his palm.

This time Ding Ping was very surprised, but before he could react, a huge energy exploded in his body, like a river of blood rewinding, and it was out of control.

He only felt that he was like a skin bag full of air, his body had grown countless times, and the meridians and skin all over his body were about to explode at any time, the pain in it was heart-piercing, and it was not humane.

The severe pain made him open his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but the breath in his body surged and twisted into a ball, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

In the eyes of the heroes on the bridge, Ding Ping just stood there with his hands down, motionless, his breath was gone, and he seemed lifeless, except for bursts of dark red halos on his body.

At this time, Ding Ping was suddenly as blessed as his soul, and he pulled out the Kunwu sword behind his back with his right hand.

At this moment, the real qi boiling all over his body seemed to suddenly find a vent, and poured towards Kunwu sword like an overwhelming sea.

All of a sudden, in this blessed land, the wind and clouds met, and the vegetation was startled.

A huge crimson purple light surrounded Ding Ping under the bridge, and a majestic aura soared into the sky, accompanied by a frightening bloody aura, spreading in all directions.

The high-ranking green forest guests standing on the bridge almost felt lost at this moment, and those with lower martial arts concentration trembled even more, feeling hesitant in their hearts, as if the end was coming, and the gods descended to interrogate all living beings.

The dazzling light lasted for half a stick of incense before it slowly dissipated, revealing Ding Ping's figure on the dry land under the bridge.

At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, his clothes were in tatters, his upper body was naked, his strong chest was exposed, and his muscles were knotted like twisted old vines.

In his hand, he held the Kunwu sword impressively, but the blades on both sides were dark red with a slight purple color, like dried blood, with a fierce gleam, which was shocking.

Not only that, but the red bloodstains spread from the sword to his arms, body and even his face.

A series of twisted and ferocious purple-red lines formed complex and mysterious runes on Ding Ping's upper body, wriggling slightly, exuding a hazy glow, like living snakes, strange and inexplicable.

The most frightening thing is that his face is covered with thin dense lines like a spider web, as if cut into countless small pieces by the sharp sword intent, and reassembled, it is daunting.

When everyone was wondering, Ding Ping opened his eyes.

His eyeballs had disappeared, leaving only two needlepoint-thin purple pupils embedded in the whites of his eyes. He glanced at the people on the bridge, as indifferent as ice in the polar region for thousands of years.

No matter who it was, they couldn't help shivering after looking at him, and a strong sense of fear rose in their hearts.

Suddenly, Ding Ping revealed a strange grin, he swung his body in half a circle, he straightened the sword in his hand, and suddenly a chi-long crimson light appeared on the tip of the sword, hesitating like a snake letter.

Qunhao was shocked. They had all heard that when someone's internal strength swordsmanship reached its peak, a stretching sword glow would appear on the sword. .

But no matter how powerful a master is, he can at most produce half a foot of green light, which is the limit.

But the red sword light displayed by Ding Ping was not only more than one foot long, but also twisted and wriggled like a poisonous snake, which seemed to have spirituality.

No one would believe this kind of spectacle unless they saw it with their own eyes.

In the Tianshu Pavilion, some disciples of the Kunlun School couldn't help cheering up and cheering for them.

Ding Ping let out a long whistle, and danced the bloody Kunwu sword, seemingly slow but really fast, the sword was full of light.

Between reality and reality, afterimages flashed one after another, as if thousands of arms were using swords at the same time, the speed was dizzying.

After a while, Ding Ping's sword danced faster and faster, his true qi seemed to be more and more full, and the light on the sword became longer and longer.

One foot, two feet, four feet...

In the end, the sword light on the sword actually covered a distance of four to five feet, like a long whip, and became a huge ball of light, enveloping Ding Ping in it.

Everyone on the bridge was terrified when they saw this shocking swordsmanship and internal strength.

After half a stick of incense time, Ding Ping's sword slashed fiercely, and the move was fixed.

I saw mud splashing everywhere under the bridge, and a deep ravine more than two feet long and one foot wide appeared at the bottom of the empty lotus pond, which was as straight as an ax chisel.

This skill is simply unimaginable, and it is definitely beyond the reach of mortals.

……

Hu Shixiu stood at the end of the bridge, looking at the deep ravine cut by Ding Ping, his face flashed with astonishment, and he clapped his hands and laughed:
"Congratulations to Great Swordsman Ding for harvesting the treasures, great progress!"

Ding Ping smiled coldly when he heard the words, the dark red lines on his face were distorted for a while, far from the elegance he had before, instead he had the ferocity of a devil from hell.

He put the sword back into its sheath, flew onto the iron bridge, and said loudly:

"Everyone, I'm not talented, but I have to pass on the magic sword. In fact, it's not that I intend to snatch the treasure, but because there are weirdness everywhere in this tomb, and there is an urgent need for someone to stand up, stabilize the ground, and stabilize the morale of the army. Therefore, I Ding Ping Doing my part, risking the risk of losing my soul and accepting the inheritance of the divine sword, there is no need to elaborate on the dangers in it."

What he said was high-sounding, but everyone was not an idiot. Most of them were envious when they saw that his skills had improved greatly and he had won another divine sword.

They all thought in their hearts: We have suffered a lot of casualties, but you have taken advantage of it. Could it be that everyone is a fool who came here specially to serve as cannon fodder for you?
It's just that under the pressure of Ding Ping's display of force, he dare not say a word.

Ding Ping seemed to see the dissatisfaction of the crowd, and said:

"You don't need to be dejected. We just walked for two or three hours before we discovered the divine sword. It can be seen that there are great treasures everywhere in this mausoleum. As long as you brothers continue to forge ahead, I believe you will gain something.

"The treasure that arrives first may not be the best. Since I, Ding Ping, have obtained this treasure, I will do my best to remove obstacles for you, and if there are treasures in the future, I will not fight for them by force. Please rest assured."

After hearing this, everyone felt that there was some truth in it, so they felt slightly relieved.

Only Fairy Jin Ling has worked with Ding Ping for many years, knowing that he is a sweet-hearted sword, good at talking but not counting, and she can't stop complaining in her heart.

Ganqing Ding Ping brought the elite of Tianshu Pavilion to the Song Dynasty this time, because he wanted to seek treasures for himself.

Finding the law of longevity and the secret of becoming immortal for the emperor of Xixia is all a pretense.

As for whether there are any treasures in this mausoleum in the future, who will know whether Ding Ping will make a move to snatch them again?

It would be a fool to take his promise seriously now.

But even though she was furious in her heart, she didn't dare to say a word. She was not Ding Ping's opponent in the first place, but now seeing the power of the blood sword in his hand, she even sighed to herself, how could she dare to stand out at this time?
Hu Shixiu, on the other hand, kept his secrets hidden. Hearing what Ding Ping said, he immediately gave him a high hat:

"Ding Jianke is really broad-minded and has the spirit of the ancients who sacrificed himself for others. Now that you have reached the pinnacle of magic skills to escort us, we are much more at ease. I don't know what priceless treasures are ahead. Let's follow Ding Jianke to see Look!"

Ding Ping turned a pair of almost pure white eyes, waved his hand and said:
"It's easy to say! Everyone, we have so many masters sitting in the town, and we have lost a few companions. I think the old, weak, sick and disabled who came to Kaifeng Mansion suffered heavy losses. There is nothing to be afraid of. Now this untapped treasure is in our hands. Ding promises that everyone will get a decent baby, please follow me!"

There seemed to be an undeniable magical power in his voice. Encouraged by him, the group of heroes were all gearing up, looking forward to it, and followed him in file, walking towards the other side of the iron bridge.

Hu Shixiu stood at the end of the line and told the hairy monkey:
"Find a piece of cloth and cover Fang Shulong's body. If we can come back the same way, we will take him out for a proper burial. If we can't come back, then it's his fate."

Mao Houer nodded in agreement, and found a piece of red furoshi to cover Fang Shulong's bloody corpse, and read a few words in his mouth, such as "Amitabha", "Infinite Heavenly Venerable", and it doesn't matter if it is Taoism It is still the name of Buddhism, in short, it can be regarded as a super-salvation.

After he dealt with these things, he ran behind Hu Shixiu, and saw a man and a woman beside him, not surprising in appearance, but with the posture of strolling in a leisurely manner.

He could see clearly that the woman among them was the one who held Hu Shixiu on the bridge and prevented him from jumping off to snatch the blood sword.

It was very chaotic at that time, and other people's eyes were focused on Ding Ping, and no one noticed this subtle scene.

But all of this can't be hidden from the exquisite hairy monkey who has been staring at Hu Shixiu.

He couldn't help but wonder secretly, what is the identity of this man and woman?
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(End of this chapter)