Chapter 536 Facing
“Huh...”
Tang Jiao let out a long breath, closed her hands, and opened her eyes.
"Jiaojiao, you..." Tang Min looked a little surprised: "Have you broken through the fifth realm?"
Tang Jiao nodded hard and smiled at her uncle.
"Actually, it's not that easy."
She said softly: "But now, every extra point of fighting power means more vitality, and the big brother will also have less pressure. All he has to do is push himself hard. , you can always..."
As she said that, Tang Jiao turned to look at Qiu Chan.
Qiu Chan's appearance was clearly more strenuous. After all, the Sixth Realm was a big level. She closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips. The sweat on her forehead had actually stopped under the influence of the cold breath around her. A thin layer of frost formed on her forehead.
“I hope everything goes well for Sister Qiuchan.”
Tang Jiao got up as she spoke, raised her hand, and the spiritual sword flew out of her sleeve and was held in her right hand.
The next moment, she saw her left hand brushing against the spiritual sword, and there was actually a sword in her left hand!
“Oh?” Tang Min was surprised.
"The higher the level of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Forging Technique, the more spirit swords can be controlled at the same time."
Tang Jiao smiled and said: "When I forged the sword, I asked Master Feng asked me if I could forge a spiritual sword that is more suitable for my martial arts. That’s why I came up with this nested spiritual sword. It seems to be just one sword, but in fact, it’s more than that at all~"
Tang Min clicked his tongue in surprise, and even Wu Yan on the side was a little curious: "So, how many swords are these?"
"Don't tell."
Tang Jiao hasn't spoken yet, Qiu Chan's voice came from the corner: "This is your secret. Only Master Feng and you can know it. Other than that, you can't tell anyone."
I saw Qiu Chan. He opened his eyes and let out a long, tired breath. There were ice crystals in his breath, and his whole temperament seemed to have become a bit colder.
As she said that, she slowly stood up: "The Sixth Realm is indeed more difficult than imagined. Master always asks me to put more pressure on it and accumulate more knowledge. It really makes sense."
Tang Min sighed and shook his head: "If it were so easy to break through the Sixth Realm, I wouldn't be able to do it again after decades..."
Qiu Chan smiled at him: "Old man Tang, don't worry, just follow me. It won't take long for him to break through even if he is with the dead thief."
"Huh?" Tang Min was startled: "What does this mean?"
"He will always be Fengyun. "The center." Qiu Chan smiled and said: "If we follow him, we will either die suddenly one day, or we will break through quickly in the constant danger and battle."
Tang Min's pupils trembled. .
Is that so?
Is this why Qianlong Fu Qingzhou is so powerful?
Growing up in the constant danger and battle, you can either choose to continue to force yourself to become stronger, or... you can only die?
What kind of danger would it take? I have done so many things and walked in the dark for so many years. Isn’t it dangerous enough?
Thinking of this, Tang Min suddenly covered his heart. There was the injury he received when he first approached Wuli Village...
It was because of this injury that he chose not to adjust the matter for the time being, and he was not willing to let Tang Jiao investigate.
But if it was the boy named Fu... I'm afraid he wouldn't care at all, right?
After he learned about Wuli Village, he decided to come without any hesitation... In comparison, he did seem timid.
Tang Min was thinking about it. On the other side, Qiu Chan had strode to the stone gate.
She took a deep breath, raised both hands at the same time, and pressed lightly on the stone door.
Immediately afterwards, a cold frost mist appeared between her hands and the stone door.
She had just broken through the Sixth Realm, and her newly born true energy was not very strong, so it was still a bit difficult to condense the ice. Soon, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
But Ziqi Xianfengguan is after all the top sect in the world, and the Zixiao Nine Yin Kung Fu that the sect relies on is also one of the top sects in the world.
Within a moment, the ice crystals quickly connected and proliferated, freezing her hand and the stone door together!
A flash of pride flashed in Qiu Chan's beautiful eyes, and she slowly backed away. Under her tug, the stone door really moved little by little, and opened inward with a rumble!
"Although I couldn't get it right before, this door isn't heavy either..."
While tugging on the stone door, she said, "But you guys should also help me!"
"Oh." Tang Jiao hurriedly stepped forward to help - the stone door was pulled, so naturally she had to use her strength. She quickly picked up the edge of the stone door and helped push it open.
But Tang Min and Wu Yan drew their weapons one after another.
They didn’t know if there was anyone guarding the door. They were said to be weapons, but they were just two pitiful short sticks and a twisted iron rod.
Wu Yan glanced at the short stick in Tang Min's hand and couldn't help but ask: "Killer, why do you use this?"
"After my brother died, I will no longer take care of him. "
Tang Min said calmly: "If you don't want to kill people, there is no need to use a sword. The short stick is just for self-protection."
The two of them guarded the edge of the stone door and stared at the crack. The darkness gradually overflowed, and the eyes could not turn clear.
But... no one came to kill him.
Until Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao pushed the stone door completely open, no one came to kill them.
Wu Yan was familiar with Xiaoyu Pavilion, so he naturally took the lead and took a few steps forward.
Outside the room, there is a long corridor.
A familiar place.
He turned to look at the meaningless murals on the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, sniffed the familiar cold and heavy breath in the air, and tilted his head.
“No one.”
Wu Yan said softly: “But they can’t let us leave like this.”
“I just didn’t expect us to come out of the stone room. Tang Min followed closely behind him and said quietly: "You are familiar with it. You lead the way."
Wu Yan nodded and took the lead.
The four of them walked slowly in the corridor. Qiu Chan looked at the paintings on the wall curiously: "These things seem to depict the life of an official? What does this have to do with Xiaoyu Pavilion?"
"This place is an ancient tomb."
Wu Yan walked in front and said without looking back: "As for who the owner of the tomb is, I don't know."
Qiu Chan clicked her tongue. A voice said: "Xiyu Pavilion is very unscrupulous, occupying other people's tombs as a nest? Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
"What they do is kill people for a living, and what they do is turn people into ghosts." Tang Min smiled half-heartedly and said, "How can a killer be afraid of ghosts?"
Several people were talking and soon passed through the corridor and came to an open area and a huge underground cave.
The river flows gently and the wooden bridge creaks.
A meandering stream flows quietly at the bottom of the cave, with a faint blue light glowing on the water.
Across the stream is a simple wooden bridge. The bridge body is made of thick logs. The bridge deck is covered with thick moss. There are no railings on both sides of the bridge, only a few Thick hemp ropes serve as handrails, which looks rather crude.
On the wooden bridge, there was a person they knew well.
Jiang Qi held the thin sword in his hand and said calmly: "Go back, and if you go forward, you will kill him."
Wu Yan's eyes flashed slightly, but he did not respond to him. Instead, he turned to his current companion and said: " There will be a lot of people."
Tang Min smiled in relief: "We are here, what else can we do? There is no other way... And the little girl named Qiu is right, sometimes you have to do it. Face it."
Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao didn't say anything nonsense. They both narrowed their eyes slightly and prepared for battle.
Although their previous injuries have not fully recovered,... they cannot retreat.
There is only one battle.
Jiang Qi glanced at them and understood everything.
So, he raised his rapier and swiped it gently in the air.
A soft swish sound is like a signal.
In the shadows of the cave, one shadow after another began to "split". They were clearly wearing conspicuous red clothes, and they had no idea how they could hide in the shadows so perfectly.
Three, five, ten, twenty...
The killers stood up one by one. They seemed to be carved from the same mold, with expressionless faces and indifferent eyes. They didn't care about other people's lives, and they didn't care about other people's lives. Don't care about your own life.
The thin swords were raised one after another, pointing at the four people.
(End of this chapter)