On the Containment Procedures of the Foundation in Meiman

Gently pulling out the long sword, the icy cold light appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Even after thousands of years of precipitation, it was still brand new, without any rust.

The long sword was raised high towards Jackie Chan, and swung downward.

The bow and crossbow troops behind them shot three waves of arrows in unison.

The dense rain of arrows blocked the light source above the underground palace, and the entire underground palace was darkened.

Jackie Chan stomped a few times with all his strength.

The tiles are inherently fragile, and in addition to being in disrepair for a long time, the beams supporting the tiles broke.

He and Jackie Chan fell into the room below and fell heavily on the ground.

At this time, the sound of arrows flying at high speed piercing the air could be heard, Jackie Chan didn't care about getting up, he rolled and hid at the base of the wall.

This mud wall is strong enough to withstand the impact of arrows.

Just as Jackie Chan hid, the arrows roared towards him.

Roof tiles cracked and were thrown through the roof.

It was just that everything in the house was shot through by the arrow in an instant.

Jackie Chan escaped by hiding in a blind corner.

After observing the items around him, his eyes suddenly brightened.

There is actually a bronze umbrella here.

Immediately put it on his head to block the rain of arrows, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

However, bronze ware is more fragile than steel, and an arrow passing through the bronze umbrella can pass in front of Jackie Chan.

Almost took Jackie Chan's life, and scared Jackie Chan smartly.

The mercenary general waved his hand and signaled the guards to collect Jackie Chan's body. Although Jackie Chan could not be seen, the possibility of surviving this kind of arrow rain was not high. The general didn't think Jackie Chan could survive.

Turning his head to point at Lao Die and Xiao Yu, a group of servants immediately stepped forward and surrounded them.

"Uncle Long! Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu looked at the house that was inserted into a hedgehog, and her eyes were red, as if tears were swirling in it.

Wiping his eye sockets with his little hand, the determined old man said, "Father, you go first, I'll cover you!"

Hua Luo made an attacking gesture and kicked the servant.

But before Xiaoyu attacked the servant, the father grabbed Xiaoyu by the collar and lifted him up, saying, "Xiaoyu, Jackie Chan is fine!"

"really?"

"Yeah!" Dad nodded, he didn't feel the defensive magic was triggered, which meant Jackie Chan was fine.

But now it was the two of them who should worry.

The old man squeezed the pufferfish tightly in his hand, his whole body tensed up, the potion had been poured into the puffer fish, ready to cast spells at any time.

Thinking of the information I checked just now, my father's face was a little ugly.

This is a double-layer ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty, or an underground palace of the Han Dynasty.

The upper layer is the ancient tomb, where Wei Qing and Princess Pingyang are buried.

Everything on the next floor is decorated according to the configuration of the barracks. There are more than [-] soldiers, but they are all stationed in various regions.

And the image of this general is very similar to the costume of the buried person on the previous level.

Marquis of Changping!Wei Qing!

With the sound of horseshoes, Wei Qing gradually approached.

Every step forward felt like an invisible big hand was holding his heart, gradually shrinking, making it difficult to breathe.

A trace of panic flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes, but she didn't dare to make a sound, she leaned tightly beside her father, holding her breath.

"Ghosts, goblins, go away! Goblins, goblins, go away!"

The dried puffer fish in the old man's hand gradually lit up, and the green light shot out from the puffer fish and entered Wei Qing's body.

Wei Qing also noticed this anomaly, and waved his long sword to block the oncoming green light.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Wei Qing's face, which was originally made of dirt.

Without further hesitation, he slashed at his father with a sword.

Suddenly, a bronze umbrella flew out from the side and interrupted Wei Qing's attack.

Wei Qing turned his head to look, and saw Jackie Chan sitting like a monkey acting strangely.

Shouting: "Come and catch me! Come and catch me!"

Wei Qing nodded slightly, and the servants around him immediately got out of a small team and went to encircle Jackie Chan.

These are not ordinary soldiers, they are all Wei Qing's personal guards.

They were more agile, and they came to Jackie Chan in a single charge.

Several people cooperated closely, wielding long knives vigorously.

Jackie Chan knew he was invincible, so he fought and retreated.

He has entered the room behind him, relying on the complex terrain and the furniture in the house.

Jackie Chan is like a different person.

He was able to fight evenly with several personal guards.

Furniture such as benches and chairs have become extremely practical weapons in the hands of Jackie Chan.

But these can't cause any harm to the soldiers.

As long as it is consumed, Jackie Chan's physical strength will definitely not be able to hold on, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.

After a few breaths, Jackie Chan's movements slowed down, and the soldiers caught Jackie Chan's mistake.

The handle of the knife hit Jackie Chan's chest hard, with such force that Jackie Chan almost lost his breath.

Several servants quickly pressed on Jackie Chan's shoulders with two knives and escorted him to Wei Qing.

Jackie Chan shook his head at his father with a wry smile.

"Dad!"

However, to Jackie Chan's surprise, the father didn't have any expression of fear, instead he looked calm, and even had time to give Jackie Chan a dunk.

Wei Qing reached out and grabbed Jackie Chan's backpack, took out the Tiger Talisman and checked it, then nodded with satisfaction.

Get on the horse and walk out of the underground palace.

He raised his right hand slightly and swung it down fiercely.

Jackie Chan felt a "thump" in his heart.

He knew that this meant silence.

Sure enough, the servants around him chopped off Jackie Chan and the others with a knife.

A cold light flashed across.

Several people were in despair.

Only the corner of Dad's mouth curled up in an unknown arc.

Chapter 278 The Purpose of the Underground Palace

The servant's long knife sliced ​​across.

Cut it empty!

The three of them were surrounded by a green light.

Like an afterimage, the body seems to be nothing but reality.

Jackie Chan lost his restraint, and immediately kicked towards the servant behind him.

Not only did Ling Lie's kick not hit the servant, but he almost hit his waist.

Jackie Chan rubbed his waist in a daze and stood up.

Looking at the old man with a face full of surprise, he said, "What kind of magic is this?"

He could clearly see his legs passing through the servant's body without touching anything.

The old man pushed his glasses and said: "Mirror mirror magic! We are phantoms now, they can't hit it."

"Father, you have used useful magic for the first time!" Jackie Chan looked thoughtfully at the green covering his whole body.

"Uncle Long, you are green!"

"Oh! It hurts!" Jackie Chan rubbed his head wonderingly: "Isn't it a mirror image? Dad, why can you still hit me?"

The old man pointed to the distance and said, "Only magic can fight against magic, let's end it quickly! I want to eat a bean sandwich!"

Jackie Chan followed his father's gaze and saw a faint light shining from the entrance in the distance.

It's the Foundation reinforcements arriving!

The most important thing now is to get back the Tiger Talisman. Since Wei Qing came to snatch the Tiger Talisman, it means it is a very important thing.

There are many storage objects in this underground palace, and it is very likely that the tiger charm is also one of the storage objects.

Jackie Chan put away his thoughts and rushed towards Wei Qing.

The magical green light flooding his body also quietly faded away.

Wei Qing, who was riding on the mud servant's horse, turned his head slightly.

Leaking a very humane disdain, he flipped a nearly three-meter-long Crescent Knife into his hand.

Just a flick!

A cold light passed by!

Jackie Chan's heart was full of alarm bells, and he immediately stood on tiptoe to stop his figure.

The clothes on his chest were broken, and a faint pain came.

Bits of blood spilled out.

Even though he didn't touch the tip of the knife, his chest was still cut by the knife gang.

Jackie Chan wiped off his cold sweat!

Only then did he realize that the magic covering his body had dissipated.

"Almost died!"

Wei Qing didn't care so much, he slashed at the head with the Yanyue knife.

The wind blown by the blade made Jackie Chan's scalp tingle!

Jackie Chan hastened to dodge, taking advantage of Wei Qing's attack to get closer, he stretched out his hand to touch Wei Qing.

The Tiger Talisman was hanging on Wei Qing's waist.

When you are about to touch the Tiger Talisman.

Wei Qing clamped his legs, and the front hooves of the horse under his seat were raised high, and he stepped down suddenly.

In an instant, the dust splashed!

Jackie Chan stepped back a few meters away, coughed a few times, and fanned the dust.

With a long handle, Jackie Chan, a war horse, can't even get close.

Moreover, this place is relatively empty. As the god of war in the furniture city, it is difficult to have nothing to use around him.

For a while, looking at Wei Qing in front of him was a bit difficult.

"Uncle Long, continue!"

A backpack was thrown from a distance.

Jackie Chan was overjoyed and said, "Xiaoyu, well done!"

There are thermal weapons in the backpack.

A pistol and three grenades.