I Have a Doomsday City

Song Jian entered a narrow aisle. The stone walls on both sides were full of scratches and cracks, full of the mottled feeling of time.

It didn't take long for Song Jian to see a pile of scattered bones on the slate ground in front of him. It looked as if a skeleton had been split into pieces.

Song Jian stepped forward and looked carefully. The skeleton seemed to be fragmented from the inside, but its skull was divided into two, and it was clearly a sharp sword split, and the incision was smooth like a mirror.

Touching the smooth incision, Song Jian's fingers felt a numbness, as if there was a current at the incision.

"The breath of the Evergreen River, like his name, has a voluptuous feeling like the Yangtze River, thick and deeply restrained. This sword qi should be released by Jian Qi, only he can have such a dreadful sword qi!" Secretly, he rubbed his fingers, stood up, looked forward, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Continue to walk forward, and soon there was a fork in front of Song Jian, without any hesitation, Song Jian chose the left channel, and walked more than ten meters away, another fork appeared, Song Jian expressionless , Continue to walk towards the left passage;

In more than ten minutes, Song Jian encountered dozens of forks. Although he chose the channel on the left, at this time, Song Jian also noticed anomalies;

"Maze? Or has the space changed?" Song Jian frowned slightly. "Although the hall covers a large area, it is not possible to be so spacious ..."

The length of the passage that Song Jian walked was enough to surround the whole hall for more than a week. Obviously, these passages are not as simple as previously thought.

Looking back, the meandering passage corridor became blurred, as if there was a thin layer of gauze fog covering behind him.

Song Jian tried to walk backwards. Just two steps later, he found that even the air became sticky and hindered him from going back. The more he walked back, the greater the resistance. Song Jian felt like he was wrapped in turpentine. Little bugs, no matter how struggling, can't escape the fate condensed in turpentine.

After a moment of hesitation, Song Jian turned around and continued to walk forward. This time, the resistance and viscosity of the air suddenly dropped. As Song Jian continued to move forward, the air quickly recovered.

"Strange place!" Song Jian was consciously alert.

At this moment, a pale-haired head suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes were poked blindly, and he kept blood, looking very miserable;

"The 17th stroke of Fei Yan's sword method. Fei Yan looked back. What should be used to crack?"

"If you want to practice the spirit snake swordsmanship, you must practice that swordsmanship to the full?"

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This head stared at Song Jian with blinded eyes.

Song Jian's face sank, his sword in his hand swept forward, and a bright golden sword filled the entire passage;

Bright cut!

Bright Sword has such a strong restraint ability against this dark monster, the golden sword swiftly passed, the old skull that kept questioning disappeared.

With a somber face, Song Jian continued to move forward. He didn't receive the prompt to kill the monster, nor did he gain combat experience. The scene just now was either an illusion or his own attack, which did not hurt the opponent at all.

"This hall is even more dangerous than imagined!" Song Jian secretly said.

He continued to walk forward for more than half an hour. Song Jian always walked in the same stone wall passageway, feeling even numb.

But it can't go back, it can only go forward.

Finally, Song Jian walked to the end of the passage. A small room appeared in front of it. The room was only over twenty square meters in size. The layout was very simple. There was only one stone platform. There was a monster with a height of more than two meters.

Song Jian's eyes narrowed, his gaze was first fixed on the standing monster, and then he was attracted by the items on the stone platform behind the monster.

It was a volume of golden light;

"Skill Book?" Song Jian felt a joy in his heart, but in order to get it, he had to defeat the boss who guarded it.

Song Jian's eyes fell on the monster in front of Shitai again.

This monster looks like a woodcarving, covered with thousands of pieces of wood. It holds a long sword about seven feet long and glows with cold light. It seems that no matter how long it has eroded , There is still no trace of rust.

"This sword looks like a treasure too!" Song Jian's eyes brightened. Although he already has the Red Fire Heart Ape Sword Set, he still likes one-handed sword weapons very much.

"Here, I don't need to conceal anything, I can open up my strength!" Song Jian closed the long sword in his hand, and with a thought, a long red sword with a dark red light appeared in his hand. .

On his body, a whole set of equipment emitting dark gold light also emerged, no matter from the style or the style, it can be clearly seen that this is a complete set of equipment.

The ant ancestor suit appeared for the first time in this world;

Song Jian was wrapped in dark golden leather with only two eyes exposed. The whole man looked mighty and domineering, like a human beast.

"Thirty-fifth level, the sword wood 傀儡 BOSS with first-order combat power, let me see, how big is the gap between my current strength and first-order combat power!" Song Jian said to himself.

Dance of Folding Wings!

Song Jianying flashed, and a lunge rushed towards the sword wood boss BOSS;

Originally resembling a sword-shaped wooden sword, he felt the hostility of Song Jian and opened a pair of eyes with scarlet light.

"Oh!"

The Red Fire Heart Ape sword fiercely chopped down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the sword in the hands of Jian Muzhen fiercely collided with each other, the two blades fought, and a bright Mars was shot;

Clang, clang ~

Two more slashes on the sword in the hands of Jian Muyi. With the attack of the Red Fire Heart Ape Sword, the shadows of the two swords also danced, one with a light golden light and one with a light With the green glazed light;

With a sword in front, Song Jian's pattern remained motionless, Jian Muzhen took a moment to take a step back, two steps back, Song Jian's eyes brightened, and his confidence increased suddenly.

"With the bonus of the ancestor ancestor suit, my strength is at least doubled compared to the previous one, and I already have the strength to compete with the first-order combat boss BOSS!" Song Jian was pleasantly surprised, knowing that now Without the immortal sword body, the previous Song Jian, only after the immortal sword body was cast, would be qualified to face the first-level combat boss.

"I want to fix this skill book!" Song Jian glanced at Shitai with a firm look in his eyes.

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