final catastrophe

Chapter 333 17. This is what they call me now
Xia Ji was stunned, and shook his head with a smile, but there was some bitterness in his smile: "The five legends of the old era have all left."

Xia Mo was dumbfounded when she heard the words, but she couldn't make her feel that there was something wrong with the brother about the five legends, so she asked tentatively: "Brother, are you sad?"

Xia Ji shook his head, obviously not wanting to answer this question, "I'm sleepy."

Xia Mo frowned slightly, and didn't ask any more questions. Leaning next to this brother who was much older than herself, she carefully moved towards his direction, but she didn't dare to approach him.

And the snoring started on his side, it could be seen that he was recovering well.

Xia Mo took a deep breath, and suddenly moved to the side. The black tights touched his snow-white clothes, and the thin girl felt like an electric shock. The rabbit straightened slowly, slowly, and then rested on the calf of the swordsman in white.

After doing all this, she closed her eyes with satisfaction.

But in the distance, Fang Dinggang in the darkness had a cold expression, and the fire of jealousy was burning.

All this fell into Wu Shanyun's eyes, who seemed to be smiling but not thinking, thinking.

The next day, day after day.

There is no difference every day, just immersed in the darkness, dragging out an existence.

During the period, Xia Mo chatted with Xia Ji who was "injured and lying down", and secretly told a lot of secrets obtained in Xintian Palace.

Xia Ji also had the idea of ​​directly absorbing the memories in her mind, but the weak soul-hunting technique can only capture the target's memories within a few days, so the gain outweighs the gain.

The young girl admired him so much that she almost knew everything she could say, so he gave up this thought, and if there was anything unclear, he could just ask.

And since this gathering place of hundreds of human survivors was discovered by him, it is a personal property.

After the "rehabilitation" is over, he will take the group of people to the hut he built.

a few days later.

Xia Ji sat cross-legged in meditation, white mist was evaporating from his body, like boiling water vapor, his whole body was drenched quickly, his snow-white clothes stuck to his skin, revealing a wild and strong figure like a cheetah.

Eyes closed, eyebrows lowered, the knife lying across the knee, without sheath.

Such an appearance made the survivors gathered here a little stunned.

"Pretentious!" Fang Dinggang looked at this place coldly.

With such a majestic internal force, could it be that he was insane.

The rest of the survivors looked at this place, each thinking.

After a long time, Xia Ji slowly opened his eyes amidst the water vapor.

Those unfeeling eyes, like gods, make people fearful, and give birth to the meaning of looking up.

And in an instant, a strong wind blew up and surrounded the wet man in white. He stood up and tore off his shirt, revealing a lean body like a leopard.

"My injury is healed." He said the first words.

Then, throwing away the white clothes casually, Xia Mo hurriedly caught them.

Wu Yunshan asked, "Where are you going?"

Xia Ji smiled faintly: "Naturally go to the earth, the underground is not where we should live."

Wu Yunshan frowned, and was about to say something more.

The naked man was already holding a knife, standing in the passageway where he fell before, and looked up at the black hole above his head where ghosts were rampant.

Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and meditated.

In an instant, he had quietly taken out the Ant Heizhu from the Silent Coin warehouse secretly like a dream.

But in the eyes of the survivors, the mysterious swordsman seemed to be comprehending something.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, he was in the shape of a white harrier, flying upwards, the blade was like a silver moon rushing against it, carrying wind and clouds, and a fairy spirit from the sky.

The aura of more than a dozen ghosts blocking the hole was not weak, but when he flew over, he retreated unconsciously, allowing the man to rush through the hole and head straight for the place of evil spirits.

"Obviously we have the door to the secret underground passage"

"Yeah. Why don't we go through the door?"

"You don't understand, this is a strong man!!"

Someone sneered and said: "A strong man? This strong man with a knife. No matter how powerful he is, he can't beat the most ordinary evil spirits."

Fang Dinggang said coldly: "That's right, even an expert like my master can't survive a round in front of the evil spirits, let alone an unknown kid like him?"

Xia Mo smiled slightly, she was still holding the wet clothes on her arms, it was his clothes, and there was his heat.

And he can definitely do it.

Xia Ji was in a rough corridor more than ten meters away, stepping left and right, making rattling sounds one after another. In this "pipe" connecting survivors and evil spirits, there was a dull and rhythmic sound.

Like a drumbeat!
It's a strong man beating the drum!
Finally, he stepped out of the hole in one step, and everyone hurriedly raised their heads to look at the first human who dared to step out of this place.

The man took the knife.

Holding the handle with both hands, he didn't cut the sky or the ground, but his whole body exuded a turbulent and violent breath, and the tip of the knife followed his wrist and was inserted into the ground.

Knife fall!
Suddenly, a bright platinum halo, accompanied by a melodious soft sound, centered on his body, rapidly spread out in all directions!

He stands proudly, with his head held high, his black hair is like a devil's hand, like wildfire, dancing in the wind.

The surrounding evil spirits seemed to have noticed something, and retreated frantically to the four sides, and immediately dissipated from the place that could be detected by sight and hearing.

Xia Ji sighed secretly, the effect of this ant black bead is really good.

However, everyone underground was dumbfounded.

"Come up!" Xia Ji looked indifferent, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Wu Yunshan motioned for a few people to go up and have a look, and a few people who leaned on the exit quickly climbed up. They were martial arts masters, and now they had the power of Ghost Carving even more powerful. The more than ten meters deep tunnel, It is also impossible to stop.

After those people landed on land, they looked around. They were vigilant at first, but soon showed ecstasy.

Then he turned his head to look at Xia Ji, his gaze was like looking at a fairy.

Then he lowered his head, waved his hands and said, "The evil spirits have really dispersed, really dispersed!"

The people in the gathering place, who are used to the rat-like underground life, couldn't believe it at this moment. They didn't wake up until the person waving from above their heads shouted several times, and then they used their kung fu to climb to the top one by one.

The few people who lacked strength found a soft ladder and hung it down from the edge of the hole, allowing the people under it to climb up slowly.

Naturally, Wu Yunshan came out of the cellar early, looking at the naked man who looked like a god, he couldn't help saying: "Who are you?

I have also heard the name of 'Heavenly Sword' Xia Ji, but he will definitely not be able to do it to your level.

Before Tianzhongzhou became a ghost, I was also very famous in the Jianghu, so I can see that your knife just now
Whether it is skill, mind, or Tao, they are all flawless, flawless to the point of frightening, making people feel that you are not human.
Such a knife, not to mention the master swordsman in Longzangzhou, even my Tianzhongzhou Jianghu, there are not many people who can use it. "

Xia Ji smiled lightly, and at this time Xia Mo landed beside him deftly.

"I am indeed Xia Ji."

This powerful and mysterious swordsman uttered the first sentence.

Wu Yunshan looked at him with a frown.

Then, he heard the second sentence.

"It's just that I'm no longer a 'Heavenly Sword'."

Wu Yunshan asked in astonishment, "Then what are you now?"

Xia Ji seemed to reveal the color of memory, and then suddenly said calmly: "The number one sword god, people in Longzangzhou seem to call me that now."

(End of this chapter)