Chapter 1370: The sword in the tomb (13)

Chapter 1370 The Sword in the Tomb (13)

At this moment, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are trapped.

Under the intimidation of the Nine Egrets, Huang Jun and the others no longer dared to provoke Xiao Hei and the others easily.

Because of Xiao Hei's special bloodline, the team of Xiao Hei and others rushed to the front, far away from the two alliances of Xuan Ming Shengzi and Huang Jun.

Xiao Hei repaired the large and small deep visible bone scars on his body in the center of the team, and then took turns with the Nine Egrets at the front again.

Under this rotation, Xiao Hei and others have gradually seen the end of the pit.

The surrounding terracotta warriors and horses were shattered and then restored within two breaths of time.

Nowadays, Ye Qiubai and Tan Zongzhao are even more lethargic. Even Xiao Hei, who has strong self-healing ability, is still breathing heavily.

Although his physical injuries can be recovered, Xiao Hei will be extremely mentally exhausted after experiencing several days of continuous high-intensity fighting.

However, Xiao Hei's realm has been completely stabilized these days, and his strength has improved a lot.

At this point alone, it looks like nothing more than a well-crafted mundane sword.

In the center of the sword body, there is a cyan line running from top to bottom!

This sword just stood quietly on the throne, but did not release any breath.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiao Hei and the others. After looking at each other, they simultaneously opened the black iron door in front of them and walked in.

But when Ye Qiubai saw this sword, he could no longer look away!

The shape of the throne is very strange, and its edges are very sharp. The higher the throne goes up, the sharper it becomes, just like an upright long sword!

There is nothing else above the throne, only a sword suspended in the air.

Huang Jun roared angrily: "Speed ​​up! Follow me!"

Only Jiu Egret, as before, seemed to be a fairy uncontaminated by the mundane world. His breath was still full, and his body was not stained with any dust or powder.

Even Tan Zongzhao frowned and said: "It looks very ordinary. Could it be a chance?"

It’s just that there is no coffin or corpse on this high platform, just a huge throne.

The sword is three feet long, and the sword grid is between the hilt and the blade. The sword grid is like a cloud.

There is a high platform in front of you. This high platform is exactly the same as the tomb chamber on the other side of the square dome.

After walking through that door.

The prince also had a puzzled expression: "Something's wrong, there must be a secret hidden there, otherwise there would be no way that this sword would be placed in such a large tomb, but we can't discover the mystery."

On the other hand, Holy Son Xuanming and Huang Jun have already lost more than half of their people.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai had stepped onto the stairs without any hindrance and arrived in front of the throne.

Looking at the sword in front of him, Ye Qiubai raised his hand and grasped the hilt.

At the moment when he held the hilt of the sword, the sword began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful sword intent rushed into Ye Qiubai's body along the palm of his hand!

That huge sword intent didn’t even give Ye Qiubai any chance to react.

The bones of Ye Qiubai's right arm were directly crushed, followed by his chest, until his limbs were all broken.

...

The sound of bone-breaking explosions continued to sound.

Ye Qiubai's face turned pale, and cold sweat continued to flow out. He wanted to roar in pain but could not make a sound.

“How can such a weak body handle my return?”

A disembodied sigh sounded.

But this sentence was not heard by others, but echoed in Ye Qiubai's mind.

“I will reshape the sword bones for you...”

With these words, Ye Qiubai originally wanted to question but was interrupted by severe pain!

When three days have passed.

Huangjun and Holy Son Xuanming also arrived one after another.

It's just less than half the original number.

When Huang Jun and Xuanming Shengzi looked at Ye Qiubai holding a sword on the high platform, and the body kept making cracking and popping sounds, they were also slightly stunned.

obviously.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai is accepting inheritance and other matters.

Huang Jun snorted coldly: "What? Are you planning to monopolize the opportunity?"

Holy Son Xuanming walked up directly and said, "You really don't want to give us a sip of soup? That's so unreasonable."

Xiao Hei stood directly in front of Holy Son Xuanming, while Prince Tan Zongzhao came to Huang Jun.

“What do you want to do?” Xiao Hei asked.

Holy Son Xuanming sneered: "Of course I want to interrupt him, but you can't really leave us something, right?"

Xiao Hei nodded and took a step forward, "It seems that we still owed a battle at the banquet. It seems that we should solve it now."