final catastrophe

Chapter 307 130. Cub Tiger
Biluo's newly woven hanging baskets were lowered vertically from the cliff, and there were eighteen baskets in total.

Zhang Wei looked up and watched a group of people follow them into the clouds, and their figures disappeared.

The mountain peak is as steep as a sword, and the chill is pressing. Even though it is midsummer, it still makes people feel cold and lonely.

This should be a way to climb mountains.

At this time, some knights in line began to question: "Why didn't you arrange for us to walk along the main road? Did you look down on us, or what?"

After all, the person with a fiery temper was also on fire, reaching for the weapon at his waist, but he dared not pull it out, but cursed and grumbled.

The knife waiter in coarse linen smiled and pointed to the mountain road not far away: "Those who want to walk on the main road, please do it yourself."

The hot-tempered knight-errant snorted coldly: "It should have been like this a long time ago."

Then he ran towards the mountain road in a swift motion.

After a while, the knight-errant came back again, cursing: "That narrow path is only for apes to climb, can it be regarded as the main path? Could it be that you are teasing me? This first sword god is so big."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp knife wind hit him and slapped his face with a "slap", causing his face to lift back like a wave, and then it turned red.

"I fought with you!"

Being insulted in front of so many people, the knight-errant drew his sword angrily and wanted to do his best.

"It's the authentic starting move of Guanzhong Qingtan Knife. This person is not ignorant, but has some skills."

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

That chivalrous man's temper is fiery and fiery, but his saber technique is very impressive.

However, the coarse linen sword waiter who was guiding him on the opposite side of him had a cold face: "Fighting is forbidden on Dao Shen Shan, the road I will point out for you is the main road."

"Let the ghost go!"

The sword waiter didn't say much, his hands were like a poisonous snake hiding his head, he suddenly grabbed the knife at his waist, and the next moment, he took two steps forward, the knife came with the wind, and it was placed between the knight's neck.

The knife that the latter slashed out at the same time was pierced by the knife waiter, and he ignored it.

"Unleash the knife, let's go down the mountain." The knife servant said coldly.

The knight wanted to say more, but he had no choice but to rest the knife on his neck. Seeing the cold expression of the knife waiter, he couldn't say a word, so he could only drop the knife in embarrassment, and then ran back in a desperate manner .

Only then did the knife attendant explain: "Everyone continue to climb the mountain. The road I mentioned before is indeed the main road, but this mountain climbing road is extremely rugged, and the first sword god likes quietness, so there is no well-paved road at all. The road goes to Daolu.

At this time, people came from all directions, and we were also worried that walking from such a steep place would cause accidents, so we arranged paths such as hanging baskets and wooden boats. "

When everyone heard it, it suddenly dawned on them.

And Zhang Wei's heart was also trembling, because he discovered a rather terrible thing. In just a few months, the sword servant here seemed to have been brainwashed, and he was extremely loyal to the number one sword god.

They always feel great honor when they mention "Number One Sword God", as if that is their belief.

And if anyone dares to say that the first sword god is not at all, then they are their enemies.

Zhang Wei thought: If the number one sword god wants to rebel, will this group of sword servants follow without hesitation?
Or in other words, which is more important, the words of the emperor or the words of the first sword god?

After thinking about it, it was his turn to get on the gondola.

The thick rope was wrapped around the green vines, and began to shrink slowly, and there was a vast sea of ​​clouds above.

Zhang Wei leaned over, just in time to see the eyes of the sword servant who was maintaining order at the foot of the mountain.

So quiet, so frenetic.
He has found the answer.

This Sword God Mountain is a country within a country.

The houses all over the mountains and plains are all the people of the first knife god.

When you get to the top of the cliff, walk along a road without stone steps, and the waterfall will fly down from the highest place, hitting the fog and making you clear.

And a natural mountain path under the waterfall can just go to another mountain peak.

Led by several sword servants, Zhang Wei and his group finally came to an open space similar to a square.

This square is extremely large and can accommodate more than [-] people. It is a natural platform.

Further up, you can vaguely see the lone peak piercing into the sky.

Originally, this high platform was already between the clouds and mist, like a thin white gauze drifting across the body from time to time.

But the solitary peak is completely in the sea of ​​clouds, making it impossible to see when one looks up. Only a cold wooden house can be vaguely identified on the cliff.

Under the wooden house, it seems like an endless sea that beats and roars day and night.

And that wooden house should be the famous Dao Hut.

"You can climb the mountain in the morning tomorrow. Before dusk, the three apprentices of the first sword god, his old man, will be settled." You Dao waiter said.

"Before that, I hope everyone can spend the night safely on this platform."

A visitor said: "It's so cold at night in the mountains, is this how you treat guests?"

A sword waiter laughed and said: "The way of the sword is extremely difficult, if you can't even sit quietly under the moon, you should go down the mountain as soon as possible.

As for hospitality?

You and I are both guests. If you have come here to disturb the rest of the immortal, if you have no sincerity, then get out early. "

After all, these knife attendants who brought newcomers here didn't care about anything else, they just sat cross-legged, with the knife resting on their knees, closed their eyes and looked at the lonely peak quietly, falling into a state similar to meditation.

There are more and more people on the platform, but the resting places for good and evil are separated.

At night, there are already crowds of people, and the noise can be heard from time to time.

And some Jianghu people who have experience in the world, or those with a calm temperament are lucky to adjust their breath, and have always maintained a good state of body, and they found that all the sword waiters have reached a state similar to "selflessness" at this moment.

They seem to live in groups, but they are actually alone or sitting on boulders, or sitting by the steps, or on the mountain
Everyone is actually practicing their own sword intent.

Dinner is very simple, just a scoop of water and a pecan.

The young, or hot-tempered people from the rivers and lakes want to toss about, or turn their heads away, but thinking that it is already night in the mountains, and there are mixed fish and dragons on this platform, and people from the rivers and lakes of various identities exist, they still quickly give up. thought.

In desperation, he could only suppress his temper and sit down with his head bowed.

But apart from these mediocrity, most of the people in the arena who are not so much looking for opportunities, but rather joining in the fun, also have young, but extremely arrogant faces.

The Wuzhong Tiger stood still on an uninhabited boulder, his face was as pale as water, and the thin knife in his waist calmed down the cold night wind around him.

The Wu family is the number one family in the hidden world.

I didn't even go to the preparatory banquet organized by the Emperor's Academy, just because their heritage is really deep.

And the martial tiger is even more qualified to be arrogant.

Just because he is the son of the contemporary patriarch.

It is also a genius born in the Wu family.

Born to swing a fist, he can draw a sword at the age of three, and at the age of seven, he has mastered the basic sword skills of the martial arts, and can use them like clouds and flowing water from beginning to end.

(End of this chapter)