Invincible little uncle

Chapter 264 36. The Heavenly Divine Soldiers Fall Like Rain (Fifth Change)
Yu Xiaoxiao rode a little red horse, stepping on the ancient road at the end of deep winter in the south of the Yangtze River.

A heartbroken sword is still hanging on the waist.

Hearing the loud noise behind her, she thought she had arrived in Xichuan, because only the mountains in central Sichuan were in winter, and the flash floods that erupted would be so frightening that she couldn't help but her heart trembled, and she wanted to crawl to the temple to turn the wheel , the sound of praying for the blessing of gods and Buddhas.

Huge, majestic and eternal, it is not like the softness of small bridges and flowing water at all.

This thin girl who could be blown away by the wind at any time suddenly turned her head, and in the direction of Jianling, Cui Wei's peak broke from it.

"That's where the dead wood is?"

Yu Xiaoxiao was stunned, she turned the horse's head hastily, pinched the horse's belly, and headed in the direction she came from, and quickly returned to the original road.

What on earth happened?

As the walker got closer, she looked up, peering through the gray branches.

The heavenly soldiers are like colorful auspicious clouds.

Famous swords, demon knives, all kinds of weapons exuding evil spirits covered the not-so-warm sunshine in the end of winter.

One by one they fell like meteors.

The ground shook.

As if to overthrow the world.

"Could it be that the sword tomb has been opened? He's waiting here?" Yu Xiaoxiao frowned slightly.

"But why is there such a big movement? There are so many magical soldiers all over the sky, how about picking up a few?"

Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she urged the horse under her crotch.

Da da da.
The little red horse seemed to sense the rush of its master, and spread its hooves, running fast.

For a radius of ten miles, hundreds of miles, or even thousands of miles, one can see the magic soldiers in the distance like a cover, and those farther away can only see the outline, but the power and influence can be felt.

The old servant stood at the entrance of the Jianling Mountain Gate, with his head raised, his fierce eyes reflected the figure of a god descending from heaven.

The divine soldiers all over the sky turned into a halberd that could never be reproduced again.

With such a light swipe between the heaven and the earth, thousands of people will be wiped out. Blood blooms like flowers in the deep winter but it heralds the arrival of spring, scalding and burning people's hearts.

how warm.

The old servant's body trembled, and the unsheathed Shan Feng he was holding suddenly plunged heavily into the ground.

At this moment, he felt the need to kneel down.

So, he knelt down on one knee, facing the godlike figure.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the conversation he had had before he took his young master to the highest peak of Waihan Mountain in Gusu a few months ago.

"Two months later, I will go to Jianling. If I get a chance. And this chance is big enough to support me, and I practice this God-Fear Wushuang openly, then you are really not allowed to kill Huang Puxiang, how about it?"

"My lord, Lu Shaoji is not a fifth-rank warrior."

"But I'm just a first-rank martial artist."

"That will be as you wish. When you go to Jianling, Lao Huang will stand at the foot of the mountain, watch, and wait for you to be favored by the fate of that day, shocking the world."

"Man conquers nature."

Lao Huang laughed lowly: "The old servant is wrong, outrageously wrong, the son's destiny belongs to him, where is there any need to be afraid, and live carefully like an ant?"

"It's the old servant who made a mistake, wrong! This old servant is willing to make such a mistake ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, just to see with your own eyes that you are holding a long halberd, climbing to the top of the world, and looking at the world. Small!
At that time, even if the old servant is dead, he will be happy.

Great Zhou, especially not destroyed! ! "

As if shouting his faith, the old servant ignored the single-edged long sword that fell between the stone slabs, and opened his hands to meet the sky. It began to tear the space like a meteor, roaring and roaring and roaring to the falling magic soldier.

"Master, Wushuang!! Old servant, it's time!! Hahahahaha!!"

"Hahaha!"

Although she had a shrill voice that was a little girly, it didn't hinder her high spirits.

Tens of thousands of divine soldiers descended from the sky and passed over their cheeks.

Boom boom boom! !

Boom boom boom! ! !

Every time it hits the ground, it is deeply inserted into the ground, causing the ground to vibrate like a giant beast standing up.

Dust is flying, mud and rocks are splashing up, if black clouds are overwhelming the city, armored heavy horses gallop like thunder.

The strong wind followed.

The people in Jianling Villa seemed to have endured this innocent disaster. Zhang Jiuling, along with the rest of the masters, began to evacuate quickly with their clansmen.

But no matter how fast it was, there were still many people who were crucified to death on the icy cold ground by the eyeless famous sword demon knife from behind, with blood and wailing.

Boom! !
Boom boom boom!

Swords all over the sky, blind and unintentional, beheaded and killed the fleeing people in Jianling at will.

Zhang Jiuling saw a blood-red demon sword suddenly falling like lightning, and stabbed at a disciple with good understanding in the door.

His expression moved, his figure was graceful, his palms were covered with rich true energy, he pushed horizontally, and his palms hit the demon knife.

The blade was offset by half a point, and inserted obliquely into the ground.

"go!"

Zhang Jiuling patted the disciple on the shoulder, and the disciple heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master!"

However, as soon as he got up, there was a look of panic in his pupils again.

The eyes reflected several divine soldiers that fell immediately after the blood-red demon knife, one after another, like meteors that would destroy the world, dragging their fierce long tails, falling.

"The owner is careful!!"

The disciple said loudly in horror.

Zhang Jiuling had already noticed that when he dragged the disciple with his right hand, his body moved slightly horizontally abruptly. Suddenly, he felt a coldness around his neck, and a sense of separation from his body came to his heart.

There was no strength in his hand, and what caught his eye was a silver thread, which was also a kind of magic weapon.

Nemesis.
Such a thought flashed through the mind of the last gravekeeper.

There is nothing else in front of me, like falling into an abyss.

Like a divine soldier falling from a natural disaster, mortals are powerless to resist, even the extremely powerful grave guard Zhang Jiuling died in two or three rounds.

Of course, there were also a few lucky women and children who stumbled and fled outside the mountain gate instead.

Apart from this, there is no one alive in the Jianling Zhang family!
On the other side, the old servant knelt down on the ground, his eyes wide open, without blinking, looking at the weapons that fell from the sky.

Even when the sword slashed across his side, chopping off a few strands of his black hair, he did not move.

He opened his hands and pursed his lips.

The young master is favored, and the destiny belongs to him. How can he leave at this moment?He wants to see it with his own eyes, witness it with his own eyes!
All weapons fell.

It was planted all over the ground, just like one after another gloomy tombstones, the dust and mist were flying, followed by the flying waterfall in the distance.

Lao Huang's hands trembled, he grasped the hilt of the single-edged sword tightly, and looked at the familiar figure floating leisurely in mid-air.

The figure fell from the hundreds of feet of cliff and stepped on the longest weapon.

The weapon is also located in the center of the entire Jianling Villa, but at this moment, it looks more like the tallest tombstone.

The boy with black hair was frantic, sitting on the end of the fist-sized weapon, the mountain wind was blowing, and the waterfall in the distance was like a river of stars rushing down for thousands of miles without returning.

"Old Huang, can you give me the second-grade kung fu of Shenfu Wushuang?" The young man raised his voice and asked as usual.

It's like shouting "Old Huang, let's go to the brothel" on weekdays.

Seeing that old servant was silent.

The young man raised his voice and asked again: "Old Huang, is my experience as a martial artist enough?"

The old servant knelt down and responded loudly: "Enough! Enough can't be enough! The old servant has never seen more in his life than today!"

The corners of the young man's lips moved, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his black hair was hanging down, and in the mountain wind, he looked like a ghost like a god.

(End of this chapter)