Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 41
The sky is vast, the outlines are gray, and the ground in the empty valley is constantly shaking. Everyone seems to be walking on a night boat, and they have great difficulty even standing. It is no different from a seemingly sturdy ship sailing on the dark and deep sea where the danger is immeasurable.

The giant ship that was drifting blindly was full of passengers, and only made abnormal noises in the shaking and jolting, arousing the tense nerves of the passengers.What is frightening is not only the crazy and paradoxical "captain", but also the huge indescribable shadow lurking under the abyss of the huge sea...

The dragon chant that terrifies the mountain people in Chong'an County day and night is spreading up and down, suddenly falling like nine heavens, and suddenly coming like nine springs, from whimpering to roaring, it seems to be just a moment It seemed to have been waiting for thousands of years.

The power of heaven and earth has always been mysterious, but who would have imagined that tonight, he would be repeatedly manipulated by a lama who was riddled with murderous karma. The demon monk Keba held the Gabala bowl in his hand, and squeezed the entangled and filthy heart from the beating heart. Streams of poisonous blood flowed out, seeped into the countless cracks between the bones of the human head bowl, and also flowed into the heart of the demon monk Keba.

The situation was grim, Chen Jinnan tried to take the lama directly with his sword, but was blocked by groups of chiseled people.There were sobs from the mouths of those monsters, and the chanting of the demon monk Keba was so vague that it was only sobs, but there was a wonderful resonance between the two, as if they were having a dialogue that others could not understand.

Seeing that Chen Jinnan's hands were entangled, Hong Xiguan's silver spear quickly struck, knocking down the trees with a speed that surpassed ordinary people, and swung away the siege from another direction. Behind him, the Heaven and Earth Society formed a formation to support them, and the remaining martial arts practitioners also joined in the attack.

During the fierce battle, when no one noticed, the cracks in the ground had quietly spread, spreading from the foot of the mountain, stretching and breaking like a spider's web, starting from a distance with rolling stones and fallen trees, igniting the boiling of the ground.

"Helmsman be careful!"

The moment he sounded the reminder, a fallen tree fell, the roots were still sticking to the wet soil, and it had already slammed into Chen Jinnan who was fighting against the enemy with his sword.

The three members of the Iron-Blooded Youth League of the Tiandihui rushed forward with all their strength, and before they could drop the big knives in their hands, they blocked in front of the giant tree like a cart with mantis arms.

The blood stained the white robes, and the weak flesh and blood of the three teenagers were crushed into the soil, finally changing the trajectory of the giant tree rolling down, passing by Chen Jinnan's side, under his frightened and angry eyes.

The same situation has happened more than once, and it has repeatedly appeared in the old stories of the same robes of the Tiandihui and the martial arts people. The senior of the Plum Blossom Boxing School is also dying at this moment, and he was supported by the junior to not fall down.

A huge boulder rolled down and crushed the ruins of the ancient city of Minyue. The dust flew through the sky and broke through the fog, cutting the team trekking in the southern shallows into two sections, and they could not look at each other at the end.

What's more serious is that the land where the boulders slipped has also cracked, and the chasm is slowly getting too large. If they can't get over the obstacles of the boulders and rolling logs, they will be submerged in the ranks of the chisel-tooth people.

"Retreat quickly! Go to the edge of the mountain!"

The voice of urging suddenly sounded, pointing out the way for this lost team. Those trekking in front rushed out of the city first, and escaped from the crumbling ancient city gate.

The ground dragon turned around more and more intensely, and the building seemed to be suffering from malaria and kept swaying.

Chen Jinnan was heartbroken to gather up the remnants of the Jagged Youth League, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Jiang Daochang! Why are you back!"

Jiang Wen deliberately masked his face and mixed in the crowd, and was very surprised when he yelled: "Chief lord, are you still alive?"

Chen Jinnan's face instantly looked as if he had eaten a fly. How could anyone say hello and say that he was still alive, as if he should have died a long time ago?

But Jiang Wen was obviously even more surprised. Sure enough, the chief rudder, who has the temperament of a protagonist, has a vitality comparable to that of a Martian alien when the schedule is sufficient.

"It's too late to explain, get in the car! Take people to evacuate to the foot of the mountain first, the rock formation over there is stronger!"

"understand!"

Chen Jinnan said decisively, just as he was about to command the retreat, a more distinct sobbing sound suddenly wafted from the shadowy shadows of the ancient city of Minyue. It's like a rope is binding the blood vessels of the heart, tightening at different speeds.

This voice came from the ancient city, and the martial arts practitioners walking behind had no power to resist. They clutched their chests and began to cry out in pain, while the chisel-toothed people behind them howled at the sky wolf collectively, echoing the dragon flying out of the sky. Moan.

The long-haired weirdo was also hiding in the crowd, but the stench on his body couldn't be concealed at all. No one approached within three steps of where he was, and his face wrinkled into a bitter melon after hearing the sound.

"It's broken, Jie is going to wake up..."

After finishing speaking, he raised his voice and sang absurd and vulgar tunes. His broken voice was extremely unpleasant, but it made people feel relaxed when the heart was pumping to the extreme.

A big tree fell and was straddling the edge of the city gate. It was about to block the escape route of the follow-up personnel. At this moment, a figure like an iron tower suddenly rushed out, holding up the ancient tree that had grown for hundreds of years in the deep mountain. tree, supporting a passage for martial arts practitioners.

"Thank you for this knight!"

"Thank you hero!"

"Great kindness can never be repaid!"

Grateful voices kept ringing out, but the person holding the giant log was clenching his braids to block his face, his skin color turned sour purple, his feet sank deep into the mud of the water gate wasteland, his shoulder muscles were like steel, and he lifted up his arms with all his heart. Follow this escape route.

Yan Zhendong's breath was nearly suffocated, and he was completely ashamed of failing in the competition, and hid in the team amidst the confusion.He took off his official uniform and left only his tattered underwear. He looked like a coolie carrying bags on the pier, but he escaped the massacre of the chisel-toothed people.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but when he saw the giant tree rolling down, he couldn't help but make a move.

The horizontal training iron cloth shirt was suppressed by heavy objects, which reminded him of the pain of rubbing his body with molten iron and hitting him with steel rods when he was young. The nerves slowly became active, making it seem as if coals were rolling in his lungs.

As time passed, his feet sank into the mud, and his knees were bruised and swollen. There is still a limit to human strength in the face of the mighty power of heaven and earth.

At that moment, Yan Zhendong suddenly understood that he didn't have any ambition to be famous in the world, he just wanted to be worthy of this hard-trained martial arts and the hardships he had endured over the years.The idea of ​​practicing martial arts and selling to the emperor's family is his lingering desire.

But other than this desire, he just wants to do something more.

His eyes gradually became dull, because his lungs could no longer take in a trace of air, his chest and diaphragm were violently expanding and beating, and his heart seemed to be about to pop out.

One hand convulsed suddenly, but luckily the last person had escaped, but he slumped half-kneeling, no longer able to shake off the suppression, a few copper plates stuffed into his belt suddenly rolled down from his waist, and fell into the soil along with the drizzle from the sky There was no sound in the room, but let him hear the clang on the stone road.

The poisonous mist spread out from the crack, and the earthquake seemed to have stirred something deeper. Yan Zhendong saw a child squatting on the ground in a trance, picking up the copper coins one by one, spreading his palms to give it to himself, staggering towards Come by yourself.

A crack in the ground was about to swallow his foothold, Yan Zhendong also showed a smile on his face, as if he saw the child who passed away young, stretching out the hand that had already lost consciousness, but only the raindrops fell on the rough ground. palm.

People other than him could only hear the high-pitched and loud dragon chant, which turned into the sound of raging waves all over the sky.Looking again, the black clouds in the sky are no longer black clouds, but waves as high as the sky. into the ocean...

(End of this chapter)