Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

The night is low, and the stars are dotted in the deep night sky, like countless twinkling gems. The moon hung high, casting soft silver light, reflecting the earth as brightly as day.

The night breeze blows, bringing a bit of coolness. In the darkness, countless torches swayed in the night wind, lighting up the road ahead. This is the second batch of villagers arriving. Uncle Nygma is counting the number of people. After counting the number of people, he nodded and said: "Miss Wilding, the number is correct."

"Okay." Wilding said, "You all go down."

The villagers followed Sharja into the tunnel. The torches stretched their shadows long and narrow, shining on the earth-yellow walls. At the end of the tunnel, there was a gray-yellow stone door. On the stone door, there was a stone elephant holding its front feet high. Like a guardian.

"When I was young, I used countless methods to try to open this door, and without exception, they all failed." Mane Gravel looked up at the stone elephant and sighed, "Maybe what my father said is Really, "Only leaders who are trusted by their people can open the door"... To be honest, I don't have the will to be a leader, which is one of the reasons why I rebelled before... Secondly, those old people don't want me to be leader."

Jaravana glanced at the old people gathered together. They were huddled together, with resentment and sarcasm in their eyes.

Karavana said, "Can you break down the door?"

"Are you sure?" Mane Gravel looked at Jaravana in surprise, "Can I take this as a joke?"

"Is there no other way?" said Karavana.

Mane Gravel crossed his hands on his chest and frowned, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

The bright moon hung high in the center of the night sky. As the last group of villagers successfully entered the tunnel, everyone felt relieved.

But Wei Mingye still had a sad look on his face. Vertin stepped forward and patted his shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine." Wei Mingye said, "I just think everything went too smoothly. There was no enemy interception or ambush, and the evacuation plan was almost complete. I was a little worried whether this was a scam."

The strong wind howled and swept across, presenting a fierce natural picture. The wind was so strong that Vertin had to hold his hat down with his hands to prevent it from blowing away. The strong wind blew across the earth, raising dust all over the sky, forming a blurry scene, like a psychedelic curtain covering the scenery not far away.

Wei Mingye narrowed his eyes and unfolded his consciousness. Even if his vision is blocked, he can still "see clearly" the surrounding scene using his spiritual consciousness.

The sound of wind was mixed with the sound of stones rubbing against the ground. Wei Mingye popped out his hidden sword and said to Vertin: "You evacuate to the entrance of the tunnel first, and leave this place to me."

Vertin immediately knew what was happening, and she called Sonnet and the other lingering villagers to the tunnel entrance. "Sonnet, we are staying here." Vertin said, "There seems to be something coming from the dust."

Sonnet looked around and found nothing, but Si Chen's order was greater than anything else, and the magic staff in his hand lit up with a little silver light.

"Back away!" Wei Mingye yelled, and the spiritual power in his body exploded to form a whirlwind that scattered the dust all around. Countless earth-yellow statues appeared in everyone's sight, holding weapons in their hands and with red eyes.

"Go and inform Mane Gravel and the others that the gate must be opened immediately." Wilding said to a villager.

The villagers nodded and ran into the tunnel.

There was a hint of madness and anger in the eyes of the statues, and the weapons in their hands made a harsh buzzing sound, as if to express a challenge to Wei Mingye.

Wei Mingye took the lead. He was extremely fast and arrived in front of the statue closest to him in the blink of an eye. He waved the hidden sword in his hand and the statue's head fell to the ground.

The signal to start the battle was sounded, and all the statues rushed over together. Wei Mingye was agile. He easily avoided the attacks of the statues, and at the same time displayed his unique swordsmanship skills and quickly counterattacked.

Swinging his hidden blade, he cut off the arm of one statue, then turned around and split the chest of another statue with his hidden blade. His figure followed him like a shadow, quickly shuttled through the battlefield, and every swing carried unparalleled precision and power.

The sound of metal colliding could be heard endlessly, and the battle between Wei Mingye and the statues was like a gorgeous dance. The targets of the statues were the villagers hiding in the tunnel. Facing the flood of statues, Wei Mingye showed his unparalleled fighting ability - his attacks were extremely fast and violent, within a five-meter range centered on the tunnel entrance. Within, no statue can step into this range.

Vertin and Sonnet were once again impressed by Wei Mingye's fighting ability. They assisted Wei Mingye from behind and blocked wave after wave of attacks.

At the same time, Mane Gravel in the tunnel received a notification from the villagers. For a while, panic began to appear among the villagers. The old people cursed, and the slightly younger children were frightened and began to scream and cry.

Mane Gravel has tried dozens of spells, but the door still doesn't move, and the noisy crowd makes him even more irritable.

Some were praying to the gods to protect them, while others were cursing.

An old villager said disdainfully: "Huh... The boy from the Sharma family can't even protect his own family members, so why should he care about the life and death of others?"

"Look, we might as well go out. The door can't be opened anyway. Instead of staying here and dying, it's better to resist heroically! Even if we die here."

"I just said it's okay to stay with humans every day..."

"Have you said enough?" the girl shouted, her voice almost drowning out the noise of the crowd.

Kanjila pointed at the group of people, the anger in her eyes seemed to turn into flames, and she cursed: "You guys know these things every day! Are you annoying?!"

"And you!" The girl looked up at the mane gravel with anger.

"Me?" Mane Gravel pointed at himself.

"Yes! It's you!" Kanjila said, "If you act like I just did, you can shut them up!"

Mane Sha Rui looked at the countless people in Ya Que. They lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to look at him.

Kanjila said earnestly: "We need to focus on the most important thing now - how to open this door, so we have to shut up those irrelevant people so that the matter can be solved."

"Little guy, how do you think this door should be opened?" Mane Gravel asked.

"Don't ask me, my opinion is not important, and neither are other people's opinions. That's why I told them to shut up." Kanjila said, "This is your door, only you can open it. .”

Then she added: "There will always be a story to prepare a door for me... When the time comes, I will open it in my own way! The only person who can decide how to open the door is myself, and my spell is definitely better than "Open Sesame" Longer—cooler.”

The child's words didn't make much sense, but they still woke up the mane gravel.

This door has been there for a long time. His grandfather had opened it before, and his father had opened it, but it was their door, not his own. Now, the figure standing in front of the door was taller than his relatives.

"The little guy is right." Mane Gravel clenched his fists, "I'm tired of your old rhetoric."

He punched the door with all his strength and punched a deep hole. Mane Gravel looked surprised. The door that had previously blocked him like an insurmountable mountain was so fragile.

Every swing of the punch broke more than just rocks. When the last punch was thrown, the door was completely shattered and turned into a pile of rubble.

Mane Gravel laughed. He had never felt so happy. It seemed that all the baggage was disappearing as the door shattered. What stood here now was not a new Sharma, but Mane Gravel. , he is who he is, different fireworks.