Chapter 527

"Keng"

a sword light cut through the void and fell on Tang Chuan. The sword light didn't break through Tang Chuan's skin, but destroyed his ragged clothes further.

"Your body is no worse than that of ancient times. It's a good seedling." The guard exclaimed, and the sword returned to its scabbard.

He looked at Tang Chuan and got up hard. He had no time to wipe the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He picked up the Euphorbia and was on guard.

"There's no need to do that. I don't want to stifle Tianjiao." He said, watching countless bronze chariots rampant, rolling, plain as water.

Tang Chuan also looked at them and said nothing.

The bodyguard sighed: "we have been waiting for thousands of years, only waiting for such a group Garbage. In the past thousand years, it may still be so. "

"Wait, wait, I don't know how long it's going to take or not." He is confused, has been repeated for thousands of years, watching countless Tianjiao come in and die.

He was not low in status and was one of several people with spirits in the tomb. When he entered the tomb, he was not only for the sake of keeping the spirit.

"I don't know." Tang Chuan replied.

"I didn't ask you!" The guard drank, and his eyes flashed with fierce light, like a wounded beast.

"Forget it." He waved, speechless desolation, "thank you for chatting with me. Next time I want to see a living person, I want to come for thousands of years."

The bodyguard finally left, with a trace of regret, with unknown number of bronze chariots back to the original place.

The spear regained its original flavor and was clenched.

Time seems to flow backward, everything returns to its original position, except for the blood drained corpse, the frightened survivors and Xu Hanshan who just broke through.

"There are shouts inside. Go and have a look!" There's humanity. It's coming from the graveway.

A group of people came in a flash, covered their eyes and inhaled cold air.

"It's a tomb of unparalleled ferocity!" A white haired old man with bright eyes walked quickly to Tang Chuan, slapped him on the shoulder and said, "little friend, I don't know what's going on here. Your Euphorbia seems to have known each other before..."

"It was left in the tomb of our master. Please return it." Before the old man finished, someone came to cut the beard.

There are many corpses in the tomb, and there are many outstanding young heroes they know. Frightened, they did not dare to step forward easily. Seeing that Tang Chuan was in rags, such as Xiaoer huaibao, they were greedy.

"Go away..." Tang Chuan did not raise his head, thinking about the first battle just now.

"Little friend!" White beard old road smiles and shouts, looks at Tang Chuan claps his hand, the smile stops suddenly.

"I don't want to say it again!" Tang Chuan's tone was chilly, but his eyes fell on the wary and thief like steward Tang. He seemed to have found something.

Hundreds of meters away, Xu Hanshan stands out in the world. It's like a sword coming out of its sheath. It's more than bullying.

"Ha ha, little friend, why is it so?" The old white bearded Taoist priest did not feel ashamed or angry, but stepped back slowly and gave way to his fellow travelers.

As the saying goes, once the expert hands, there is No. Just a hand-in-hand Kung Fu, white beard Laodao knew that this young man was not easy to provoke. Let the road open and give the stubble to others.

The white beard Taoist priest retreated in the face of difficulties, and it is inconceivable for anyone familiar with him. We should know that the Taoist priest with white beard is clean and clean, but his nature is not as pure as that given by his master. He's not mean, but he's not Santa Claus with a white beard.

There are hundreds of people who can stop there. Among them, there is no lack of Su laotianjiao from other big regions, and few of them intersect with the old white beard road. After sneering, more people crowded forward to seize the opportunity to snatch the Euphorbia in Tang Chuan's hands.

Some people also said that the man who came to cut the Hu said, "fallen leaves, it's not the ghost halberd of your school, so let an outsider get it? Not afraid to go back and get guilty? "

Fallen leaves, born in autumn, was taken away by the present master when he was a boy. He embarked on a path of cultivation. Today, the cultivation of sabre is quite outstanding, and the huge cultivation world also has a great reputation. However, this fame is not brought about by strength, but by his greed.

"Give me face, my friend." Deciduous smile, very proud of a few steps forward, want to take the Euphorbia from the hands of Tang Chuan.

There is no nonsense. Just when the big palm with crystal clear leaves covers the Euphorbia, and his smile is in full bloom, Tang Chuan is no longer wordy. When the Euphorbia is overturned, the spirit of killing and cutting goes up to the top of the tomb, shaking off some dust, which attracts many strong people's attention.

"A little bit of work!" The leaves are not in a hurry. The runes in the palm flash. They don't change their original intention. They want to take the Euphorbia by force.

"Poof!"

The Euphorbia still kept its momentum through the fallen leaves and slid into his chest. Rune burst, unable to block the Euphorbia, a halberd two segments.

"I've killed a lot of people like you!" Tang Chuan looked back and sneered. I don't know how many people are staring at his ghost Fangtian painting halberd. They want to seize the halberd and take his name by the way during his successive wars.

"I seem to know that man. Is it him?" There are people in the crowd to see Tang Chuan's face, watching him turn around, and gradually overlap him with the person in memory, and draw a conclusion.

"He is Tang Chuan, the great demon king!" After seeing Tang xuanjing, he would like to kill a monk, and he would like to kill him."Yes, it's really him!" Some people heard, observed carefully, and came to the same conclusion. Looking at him and looking at the corpses all over the ground, they were terrified: "can't it be that he slaughtered so many strong men?"

As soon as this was said, there was no sound. If this corpse is really what Tang Chuan said, his name as the great devil would be taboo. No one would like to mention the name of a powerful man who did not walk a long way.

Void a shock, Zhao Xiaoyun hide among them, at this moment unavoidably fear, whole body shiver. He was very glad that he had not been killed by Tang Chuan.

"Those puppets!" A blood covered Su Lao said that if Tang Chuan had not killed him and destroyed many bronze chariots, he would have been a member of the ground now.

A familiar monk helped him, recuperated him with pills, and inquired about what happened in the tomb. After the old man sighed with emotion, he still traced back what happened one by one and told them the strength of the bronze chariots. Any one of them could easily kill the so-called "strong men in the xuanming area". Even Tang Chuan was almost killed.

"You stay here and look for opportunities. You should not support each other and guard against the resurrection of flesh and blood puppets." Tang Chuan plans to move on, bypass the flesh and blood puppets, and enter the tomb passage which can be paralleled by ten chariots.

"No!" Chamberlain Tang nodded. He was in danger just now. He didn't dare to move on. He was ready to study the exposed array.

Xu Hanshan hesitated. Finally, he could not find any reason to stop Tang Chuan. He nodded his head, dripping blood on a thousand paper cranes and said, "boss, this tomb is extremely dangerous. God knows what else is ahead. It's better to be cautious. This paper crane has my blood. If something happens, you can crush it and call me to come

Tang Chuan nodded away and looked at the golden puppet. He had not made a move, nor did he let his own bodyguards attack. He just hit him without the power of runes, so he almost killed himself. This shows how strong he is.

He bypasses the puppets and strides into the tomb road. Behind him, there are a group of heroes who want to continue to advance and win the nature of heaven and earth.

"Let him go like this?" Some people set their eyes on Xu Hanshan and Butler Tang, trying to kill them.

"Since he's gone, let's take his old servant and help him to sacrifice to my poor apprentice first!" A strong man sharpened his knife, rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to shed crystal clear tears.

"We still don't take part in this matter!" Many humanitarians had no enmity with Tang Chuan, nor with Tang housekeeper Xu Hanshan. I want to find treasure among the dead, so as not to enter the treasure mountain.

"You want to do something to us?" Tang housekeeper pretended to be alarmed. He stepped back to Xu Hanshan and looked at them grinning grimly.

"I'll kill the new swordsman of my family first..." Butler Tang simply set up a defensive array and hid in it. He didn't dare to show up again.

"Xu Hanshan, I heard that you learned from Chang Hu, but I don't know how many times you have learned Chang Hu's sword technique." A sword is a middle-aged man. He learned from the Shenjian sect and had an old feud with Chang Hu. When he was a boy, he had several hands and all of them were defeated. From then on, he hated Penglai.

Now when he meets Chang Hu's apprentice, he has prepared a long sword and white silk. He doesn't want to do it for nothing.

"Meet for the first time, goodbye, no see, garbage..." Xu Hanshan stepped on the golden lotus, the potential was like lightning. He appeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye, and the middle-aged man with the sword had already died.

"The strong in the dark sky!" Some people are surprised that such a young man has broken through into the dark space, and may be able to move forward in the future. Such strong people dare to offend.

"I know a lot of people don't like the owner and me, so what?" His eyes were burning and his voice was as loud as a bell, which made the monks shiver.

"If you don't want to fight!" With only four words, he said that he was resolute and powerful, and only his eyes would defeat everyone.

No one dares to answer!

"After today, my shenjianmen will be shameful!" Some people swore in their hearts, but they could not hide from Xu Hanshan. They saw a cold light. The monk of the divine sword sect who swore just now and the one who bowed his head were killed together.

"Some people say, I am a man!" Xu Hanshan took back his sword and said with a smile, "you must know that when a man is angry, his blood splashes ten steps."

Xu Hanshan is far away. He doesn't intend to pursue tangchuan, but he wants to obtain the legacy of his predecessors.

He was not far away from the ordinary people who had no hatred or resentment in Tang Chuan. He was also shocked by Xu Hanshan's realm and words. When he came, no one dared to confront him and retreated one after another. What's more, he left the treasure, spirit and even fairyland that he had just found, so he didn't dare to hide it.

He gladly accepted them and selected some fine works, leaving the rest to other monks. The most taboo in the practice world is to eat alone. Such a large tomb is just a node, and there are so many foreign bodies falling off, leaving many treasures, not to mention the burial objects of the tomb itself and the treasures collected by ancient great powers.

At that time, the aura of heaven and earth was not exhausted. The monks who became immortals did not know how many of them used immortal tools beyond spiritual instruments. However, spiritual instruments have become luxury goods, which are rare in the realm of practice.

"You are terrible!" Some people said to Xu Hanshan that they did not intend to give in. "If you go on like this, you will provoke a lot of large-scale joint expedition!""So what?" Xu Hanshan didn't care about the big area of strong outside but strong in the middle.

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