Chapter 298

Endless darkness swept like a tide, followed by a feeling of dizziness in my heart.

The dazzling light scattered down to the sky. Su Bai and others slowly opened their narrow eyes and looked at the strange space in front of them. Their shocking color slowly climbed onto the faces of the people. They are now on a huge stone platform of nearly ten thousand feet. At this time, there is a huge, thick, ancient and simple Pavilion standing on the stone platform.

Su Bai glanced slowly across the ancient pavilion, slightly surprised.

Far away, Su Bai could feel the massiness of the pavilion in front of him.

The sense of desolation and vicissitudes pervaded the whole pavilion. The whole pavilion had nine floors. The most striking thing was the ancient plaque hanging on the pavilion, which had incomparable characters of wild grass. Su Bai looked up and saw that these characters were impressively outlined by Dao and Dao sword marks. Sometimes they went straight like dragons and snakes. The rising sun on the left and right surprised the electricity. They were magnificent: "sword stele Tower!"

The ancient handwriting has experienced endless years, but it contains a terrible sword meaning. It wants to break the card and surpass the sky.

"This is the sword stele tower. According to the past rules, although you are qualified to enter the sword stele tower, once you leave the sword stele tower, you must forget everything here. If anyone dares to divulge the news of the sword stele tower, it will connect the nine nationalities." Li Muchen's calm and cold voice sounded in everyone's ears and took the lead in walking slowly to the sword stele tower.

Su Bai, scholars and others were slightly worried. Obviously, the sword stele tower was very important to the sect. I'm afraid 90% of the disciples of Langya sect would not know the existence of the sword stele tower. Su Bai's eyes swept over the edge of the stone platform, and he could vaguely detect the breath in the dark. All these breath were obscure and powerful, Even more powerful than the breath filled Li Muchen: "is this the strength of Langya sect?"

Li Muchen took ten people to the sword stele building slowly. When Su Bai entered the sword stele building for more than ten feet, his eyes suddenly shrunk, and suddenly two figures appeared slowly in front of the vicissitudes of the bronze gate of the sword stele building.

Everything around the world seems to be centered on these two figures at this moment, and there is a stone table in the middle of the two people, which is engraved with dense straight lines horizontally and vertically. Dozens of black and white are only placed on it, which has a somewhat natural charm.

"Li Muchen, the first one in the penalty hall, came to the sword stele tower with the underachievers to worship the ancestors. The two ancestors, tired chess, Crazy Chess and magic, opened the door of the sword stele." Li Muchen held his fists and said to the two elderly figures.

Li Muchen's voice echoed quietly over the stone platform, but the two figures in front of him were like an old monk sitting in meditation. They seemed unheard of and had no sound.

Li Muchen closed his eyes slightly. It was obvious that he had long been accustomed to this scene. Su Bai and others are even more silent. Li Muchen's position in Langya is at the height of the sun. However, even people like him are polite to future generations in front of these two figures. It can be seen that these two people have a high generation in Langya sect.

Suddenly, Su Bai's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the scholar and Xu Huang. They saw that their faces became pale and bloodless in vain, and even had ferocious green veins appearing slowly, as if they were encountering some terrible thing. His eyes were looking straight at the stone table in the center of the two old people.

This game of chess is weird!

Su Bai stared at the disordered chessboard in front of him. The black and white stones were scattered like stars in the night sky, so he couldn't see why. However, at this time, bursts of loud golden iron horses suddenly rippled around Su Bai's ears, and then a sense of Xiao Sha rushed out of the chessboard.

Su Bai only felt that the stars were changing and the world was turning around. Soon, he found that he was in a sea of blood, with tens of thousands of iron riders running through the door on both sides, waving the cold horizontal knife in his hand and seizing the air towards his body.

But his body could not move and stood still.

The cold blade ran across his body, and the broken arms and limbs threw up, and the hot blood spilled on his face. Su Bai looked at the scene indifferently, and his face was calm. Even if the sword shadow shrouded his whole body, his eyelids did not move. Faintly, Su Bai sensed a fierce breath, and wanted to break out of his body and cut off the thousands of troops in front of him.

Sword meaning!

Only lonely sword!

Su Bai pursed his lips slightly, and his fierce and uncut sword appeared, tearing the galloping army and horses in front of him in an instant.

The two old men sitting in front of the bronze gate trembled slightly, and the two pairs of Gu Jing's eyes looked up slightly. Their eyes were like electricity and fell on Su Bai. Their hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "sword meaning?"

There was a little surprise in his hoarse voice. At this time, the scholar and Xu Huang and others were like being hit hard, their bodies trembled, their whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and their eyes moved away from the chessboard like a ghost.

Su Bai's drooping eyebrows stirred up slightly. Su Bai only felt that the former's eyes were sharp, penetrating his body like a real sword, and there was a chilly feeling.

Those who are quiet are elegant, and those who are moving are soaring into the sky!

The eyes of the two old men were frozen in Su Bai's dark eyes. With their old and hot eyes, they could vaguely detect the fierce and sharp surging in the quiet eyes like a deep pool, and Su Bai's evil handsome face made them have an inexplicable familiarity. The old man with a snow-white frost eyebrow whispered: "who are you, Su Ying?"

Su Bai hugged his fist and said respectfully, "it's my father."

At the same time, Su Bai glanced at Li Muchen and asked if these two guys were my old enemies?

"He has understood the meaning of sword at such an age. He is really gifted. Compared with Su Ying in the past, he is better than the blue. If he knows it under the spring, he should also be pleased. Little guy, what's your name?" with a little praise and regret in his hoarse voice, the old man sitting on the other side slowly raised his head and saw that his pupils were heavy, Shining.

"Su Bai," Su Bai whispered.

"Defeat." Zhong Tong smiled on the old man's face: "in the past, Su Ying won all the heroes in the wasteland with one sword, which frightened countless strong men in the end sword domain. Now your father gives you a name for defeat. I'm afraid he wants you to defeat all the strong men in the end sword domain. Don't let Su Ying down."

"Congealing Qi is nine heavy. Compared with Su Ying's cultivation in the past, there is still a gap, but the victory lies in understanding the meaning of the sword." the old man with snow-white sword eyebrow also expressed appreciation in his voice. His eyes turned to the scholar and Xu Huang and others. The eyes like examination made Xu Huang and scholars feel a little nervous. After half a ring, the old man frowned at Li Muchen and said: "The cultivation of this rising star, except Su Bai and these two people, the strength of others seems too shabby."

Lin Jinxuan, Yang Xiu and others were slightly red. They had the chance to go to the sword stele tower because of Su Bai's light.

Simon asked to be drunk, his eyes turned slightly, looked at the old man who made a noise, and muttered in his heart, "grandma, even if it's the truth, there's no need to say it face to face."

The old man with white eyebrows happened to see Ximen's drunken eyes. His eyes coagulated in vain and two pure lights burst out.

Simon begged to be drunk. His legs trembled and he was sweating. Shit, this old guy can't be the legendary heart expert.

Until Ximen asked to get drunk, the old man with white eyebrows whispered, "come here, little fat man."

Ximen begged to get drunk and stared. Could this white browed old man be so narrow-minded that I just scolded grandma. Ximen walked forward with a hard head, hugged his fists and said, "Yuheng Pavilion Ximen begged to get drunk. I've seen two predecessors!"

At this moment, the old man with white eyebrows slowly poked out his dry palm from his sleeve robe, and immediately his hands fell on Ximen's shoulders in vain. Ximen's eyes stared straight, and even felt some cold: "Master, the disciple is the only male in the family. There is a hundred year old mother waiting for the disciple to inherit his family, and there is a beautiful wife waiting for the disciple to return home. It's really not a habit to break one's sleeves. I hope you will let the disciple go."

Pop!

Ximen's words about getting drunk didn't fall. His fat figure was directly thrown out by the white eyebrow old man. The white eyebrow old man angrily picked: "nonsense."

Li Muchen pulled a little from the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "chess fool, this is to touch your bones for you!"

Ximen Qiu Zui rubbed his butt and got up. His eyes suddenly looked bright. He also heard of the art of touching bones. It is said that these people are also strong people who are proficient in Feng Shui in the wilderness. Although they have no array skills, they can also trigger heaven and earth visions. Is it that the old man in front of him is a strong person proficient in Feng Shui? Ximen Qiu Zui's voice immediately trembled and said: "Please calm down, master. In the past, the only disadvantage of disciple was that he was not fair in his words. However, the disciple was a little confused. His cultivation was weak and his qualification was stupid. Why did you touch his bones?"

Speaking of this, Simon's drunken look suddenly became excited: "elder, do you see that the younger generation has beautiful bones and wise roots? As long as you sneak and practice, you will become a great weapon in the future?"

The old man with white eyebrows looked at the boastful Simon in amazement, as if he had forgotten what to say next.

Seeing the old man's shocked look, Simon begged to get drunk and felt more and more gifted. He said nervously: "Master, if you have any special talents, I hope you can point them out. But I do find that I have some special talents. Master, you don't know that I love laziness and doze most in my life, but at that time, I can always detect the flow of Reiki between heaven and earth, and even dream a lot of dreams. The strangest thing is these dreams The environment sometimes appears in real life. At that time, the disciple remembered that he had experienced it in his dream. Elder, do you think the disciple can predict the future? "

The old man's eyes were slightly frozen, and his right hand, which fell in the air, trembled slightly. He had never seen such a thick skinned younger generation in his life.

The old man ChongTong shook his head slightly, got up and looked at the ancient bronze gate behind him. With a flick of his fingers, the overbearing sword came out, vaguely forming a mysterious mark and integrating into the bronze gate. He saw that the bronze gate slowly emitted a bright light and then opened.

"This sword stele tower contains the inheritance of the strong of Langya sect in the past dynasties, but these inheritance can also be divided into strong and weak. The sword stele tower has nine layers. According to the inheritance strength, the nine layers are the most, and the first layer is the second. Although whether you can obtain the inheritance of the strong depends on chance, it is not without trace. If you want to obtain the strongest inheritance, you should go up." The hoarse voice of the old man with heavy pupil rose again. The withered and yellow fingers like bark pointed directly at the bronze gate with colorful light. The breath of vicissitudes was filled in it.

Yang Xiu, Mo Yunfeng and others showed excitement in their eyes and held their fists. Even Su Bai's quiet eyes showed some excitement.

"The sword stele tower has been opened, so don't linger. Go in!" Li Muchen said with a smile. "Remember, sometimes you have to learn to know the choice. It's not that the more you inherit, the better. On the contrary, the more suitable your inheritance is, the better."

Su Bai and others nodded slightly, and immediately they couldn't wait to shoot at the sword stele tower, passed two elders and disappeared into the bronze gate.

Simon asked to get drunk and rubbed his hands excitedly. Grandma's, we must meet the inheritance of the strong this time.

But when it was Ximen's turn to get drunk, the old man with white eyebrows grabbed Ximen's neck with one hand and lifted it like a chicken. He said faintly: "you don't have to go in. All the inheritance inside can be inherited without great perseverance. You stay here to inherit my Feng Shui skill."

Hearing the speech, Simon begged to be drunk, and his face showed a look of ecstasy: "Sir, are you serious?"

"Bluff you to play!" the white browed old man showed a cruel smile and directly kicked Ximen qiuzui in: "if you really have the qualification of feng shui master, you should meet that inheritance. In that case, I don't mind letting you inherit the mantle of feng shui master."

Dang! Dang!

The bronze gate slammed shut, and the deafening sound of the intersection of gold and iron rippled between the heaven and earth.

Li Muchen looked at the bronze gate and murmured, "I don't know if these little guys can go to the third tower. It's not so easy to get the inheritance in the sword stele tower."