Chapter 317 How Is It so Strong

The Yan God-like shadow was cast on the ground, and everything in the field of vision seemed to disappear immediately, leaving only the shining blade light in his eyes, which rapidly enlarged like a sickle blade swung down by black and white impermanence.

--will die.

——I can’t take it.

——This is not something any of them can face now.

The cold sharpness pierced the soul like an arrow, and Jiang Ling's thoughts froze at that moment. With a blank mind, she just stretched out her hand without thinking, and pushed it aside with all her strength.

That was her last bit of instinct. Han Jiangchen was still by her side, if he pushed him away this time, he might be able to narrowly avoid the blow. This was the last thing she could do.

But she pushed back. At this time, there was no one on her side, but at the same time, a figure had already appeared in front of her, blocking her like an open banner.

No one could clearly see his movements at that moment, but all the sword light instantly turned into one, and all the blue-white cold air flowed into the long sword in his hand, polishing the blade as bright as thousands of years of ice. He stood up with his sword towards the row of mountains and seas, and he swung a slash against the opponent's sword light, just in time to catch the knife that broke the world!

For a moment, even the face of the golden man seemed to move.

With this knife, he once split mountains and smashed six kingdoms. When he made Kyushu tremble, he would never have imagined that one day after a thousand years, a 19-year-old boy would stand in front of this sharp edge and swing a sword!

Just like the handover of wind and fire, no one can describe the murderous intent and courage contained in that moment. Jiang Ling's exclamation got stuck in her throat, but before she could make a sound, the sound of clashing gold and iron had already rang out.

clang.

In the feeling, that iron sound seemed extremely light. The lingering sound just started, but it was already blown away by the sharp wind.

The wind swept past, and the stone pillar thicker than a person behind them suddenly trembled, breaking into two pieces out of thin air. The strength passed through it and slapped on the stone wall a few meters away, and the hard wall skin cracked instantly, and the cracks were like spider webs, and there were pieces of dazzling scarlet between the mesh.

The sound of the breaking of the spirit sword was like a tearing silk, and several fragments fell to the ground, soaked in a pool of blood.

In the wind, Han Jiangchen was swept straight out like a piece of rag. He hit the wall with great force, and a shocking huge wound cut across his chest, and blood droplets splashed open.

Until his figure fell to the wall,

The spirit sword that swirled out fell to the ground immediately, and only half of the blood-stained blade remained.

 …

On the chessboard, the man's horse was about to jump, but suddenly stopped.

Once the horse jumped out, he could eat another pawn from Xie Tianyang's side, but at this time, a pawn somehow appeared one space before the horse and "pinned" his horse, making it unable to go any further.

"They are all soldiers, but you want to use one son to protect the other?"

The man smiled. Looking at the overall situation, he certainly knew that it was futile.

The sudden appearance of the minion blocks the horse's progress, preventing it from jumping over to eat the one in front of it. But at the same time, he himself was thus exposed in front of the car buried on the other side.

A car jumped out, directly eating the little soldiers who stepped forward to intercept, and dissipated instantly like before.

"No matter how it is removed, soldiers are just soldiers, and they will never have the potential of hadrons."

The man withdrew his hand and said to Xie Tian on the other side of the chessboard.

"At the beginning of the game, this pawn is doomed to move only for Qiangzi; sacrificing pawns for the sake of saving horses and horses is the most sensible method, because no matter how brave the pawn is, only Qiangzi can really decide the outcome. All of this, It’s all for the overall situation, for the ultimate victory.”

When he said this, his tone was quiet: "Do you think it should be like this?"

Xie Tianyang twisted it tightly, almost crushing it with strength.

Reason tells him that he must be calm at this time, but his patience has reached its limit.

This thing didn't play cards according to common sense from the beginning, and now he understood that the opponent wanted to use this game to express his speech, and wanted to conquer them psychologically through these few moves.

...and many more.

Not playing cards according to common sense?

He raised his eyes to look at the man opposite, his face remained calm, and the squares of the chessboard were reflected in his eyes.

It can be seen that this person is really serious about this game of chess.

Given the poor strength of the two sides, there was no need to humiliate them for psychological warfare, and he knew this well.

Could it be that this man is not provoking, but really asking questions seriously?

——For the ultimate chance of winning, is it really the best way to save the chariots and cannons and sacrifice the pawns? Should the pawns be sacrificed for the chariots and cannons by nature?

He looked into those deep eyes, and saw the look of "thinking" in them.

This man from the Qin Dynasty, who followed the first emperor all his life, retired bravely in his later years and entered the "University" to teach. What he wants to ask is the answer to this question.

He was questioning the emperor he was following.

And now, he throws this question to this student a thousand years later.

Xie Tianyang let out a long breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and twisted the pieces on the chessboard, his eyes darkened.

At the same time, the man moved another cannon, and slowly placed it on the plate, facing the plate with a pawn separated.

"General."

.....

In front of the inner hall.

Wang Ben withdrew his saber and turned to the side, his golden body stood upright, but he didn't move anymore.

Directly in front of him, Han Jiangchen leaned against the cracked stone wall, spitting out blood from his mouth.

The wound was deep enough to reach the bone, making his arms hang limply by his side as if they were broken, and he couldn't use any more strength, so he could only sit there and let a large amount of blood flow out from under his body, without any effort. Pass the broken sword in front of you.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but his vision was filled with bright red, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

At that moment, he didn't even feel too much pain, but felt that the surroundings suddenly became very cold, and he couldn't hear or touch anything, as if the world suddenly left him.

This time, did he keep what he said?

He thought this with his last consciousness, and before he could figure it out, his sanity flowed away with the blood.

On the other side, Jiang Ling and Su Yuzhu, who witnessed this scene, were already like clay sculptures.

A Foundation Establishment, dare to take that knife?

As if an electric current flowed through his whole body, Su Yuzhu felt his whole body tremble, and an unprecedented excitement filled his limbs and bones, making his blood flow seem to speed up.

He used to think that he had enough understanding of the potential of spirit people, and he himself was the best among spirit people. But now, he suddenly realized his arrogance.

This person is much stronger than all the spirits he has ever seen, but he came out of the mortal crowd, and he didn't even know his identity before.

Where did he learn all this?

Su Yuzhu sat there thinking so, trembling all over.

Beside him, Jiang Ling was also trembling.

But she didn't have blood speeding up. On the contrary, she looked at the figure soaked in blood and felt that her heart stopped beating instantly.

——she was going to kill someone again.

Huge fear grabbed her like a giant palm, and at this moment she suddenly became as fragile as a child, as if her most beloved doll was about to be torn apart and taken away.

The footsteps of the surrounding Yin soldiers suddenly stopped, as if they had hit an invisible wall. Su Yuzhu in front of him suddenly turned his head, and the moment his vision focused, he seemed to see a ghost from purgatory crawling out of the ground.

The black awn that looked like a demon and a ghost was burning like fire, and within a few breaths, the fire-turned black giant rose from the center, and the mysterious aura drifted away, causing the Yin soldiers in front of them to take half a step back.

After all, the power of this method is unknown. She has been deliberately not using this method in front of people before, but now, she wants to hold her doll tightly.

...No one can take it away!

Jiang Ling raised her face slowly, and slowly stretched out her hand towards the soldiers in front. The giant behind her followed her to make the same movement, and saw that giant black palm stretched out, pointing at the soldiers in front. Grab it.

From the perspective of others, this is like taking things from a distance, a bit abrupt, even a bit funny.

But as soon as she grabbed it, the movement of a Yin soldier in front of her stopped immediately, and the refined soul inside was pulled out of her body, and then crushed into pieces in the black palm.

The soul drifted away, and the eyes of the Yin soldier in front dimmed, and immediately turned into broken stones and fell to the ground. It's like killing chickens to warn monkeys, gathering soldiers who want to encircle and suppress them and then retreating half a step. Those stone faces seem to show human panic.

They start to lose their judgment. Obviously this girl should have been overdrawn, and she was so injured that she couldn't stand up, but whoever took a step towards the dying boy, she would go up and cut the other's neck.

Jiang Ling sat on her knees and swung her arms across, doing the same thing, crushing several Yin soldiers who came forward one after another, leaving debris like severed limbs scattered in front of her. Under the power of the black giant, the team of Yin soldiers moved back a foot, as if standing there was really some kind of cruel demon god.

Behind that, Su Yuzhu was already completely out of his body with a dull face.

He never thought that mortals could have such power. In the face of the power from history, a "person" can actually make such a roar.

In contrast, everything he has come into contact with in the past, the world where he thinks he is above all living beings...is ridiculously cowardly.

He felt the blood all over his body flow back, his breathing quickened, and his whole body was quickly wet with sweat.

As humble soldiers, they dare to face the power of chariots and horses, but can this change the outcome?

The answer soon appeared: while the leading Yin soldiers were retreating, another shadow had moved out of the formation.

Jiang Ling raised her head, watching the shadow slowly climb up and standing in front of her.

It was Wang Ben who was dressed in gold, standing in front of them holding the half-human long sword, and there seemed to be special emotions in those will-o'-the-wisp eyes.

After a moment of silence, he raised the saber again, raising his hand as if lifting a huge mountain. He lifted the mountain-like weight with the long knife, and the blade fell, just like taking the enemy's head on the battlefield.

Before the arrival of the blade, the overwhelming power of Mount Tai blocked all directions, and he could not escape or escape. Jiang Ling just raised her head and looked at the knife light coming from the sky, which looked like a golden god of death in her eyes.

It really was a sword that shocked the world. It was difficult for her to even stand up before the knife. She wondered how Han Jiangchen, whose cultivation was not as good as hers just now, was able to charge forward.

She could already imagine how her head would be cut off. To Wang Ben, this was probably similar to killing a wild dog. But since she is a wild dog, she still wants to bite the God of War in the end.

She raised her hand, and the arms of the black giant rose up, wanting to make a final fight. But at that moment, she heard a strange wind roar from outside.

The hurricane rises from it, and the invisible space unfolds underground, causing the palace with a size of hundreds of acres to rise suddenly. Terrifying vibrations swept across the entire area, making this magnificent hall tremble like a sampan in the waves for an instant.

On the tens of meters of sealed soil, the archaeologists guarding around the mausoleum jumped up in surprise. The shaking from under their feet made them unsteady for a while, and the surrounding iron frames and sunshields all fell over, as if a miniature earthquake was happening here.

"A strong spiritual power reaction was detected underground! The strength is suspected to appear in a blessed place!"

Beside the instrument, the operator staring at the curve had a distorted expression: "No... No! This intensity has already exceeded the highest standard of the current monitor! This is not an ordinary blessed land!"

This sentence rang like thunder in the entire archaeological camp, and the people scattered around moved like activated ant colonies, and were anxious like an ant colony.

"what happened?"

"The fluctuations come from the ground. Did something happen to the students in the mausoleum?"

"Can you still contact them?"

They asked each other anxiously, but in the end, they were collectively suppressed by an order.

"Get out of here first! Don't take anything with you! Everyone get out of here by car!"

A man with a toolbox ran forward, yelling with a thick neck, and veins throbbing on his forehead.

"According to existing calculations, the center of the spiritual power explosion this time is at least five kilometers away. This is a serious matter. Hurry up and notify all the surrounding backup to enter an emergency standby state!"

"Five kilometers?" This number really surprised people.

Usually, even when a blessed land appears, the reaction of the spiritual power is point-like, and the range is at most a hundred meters. Calculated according to the exponential growth rate of the strength of the spiritual power, if the usual strength of the blessed land is a match, then the power this time is at least RPG.

This result exceeded everyone's imagination. If this is the case, when Fudi's interference with reality is fully released, this mausoleum area will become a spiritual version of the nuclear bomb test site on the spot.

Everyone present obviously understood this, and the moment the order was issued, they had already begun to retreat quickly. The only good thing is that they have all undergone considerable professional training, and they are still orderly in the face of such a dangerous situation.

In just a few minutes, the interior of the cemetery has been emptied, which is extremely fast compared to the previous amount of work.

But within a few minutes, the sky quickly darkened.

When people looked up, they saw that the clear sky darkened in an instant, and the thick dark clouds pressed down as if they were summoned, and they rushed in all directions like a flood that broke a bank, spreading out of the countryside, into the urban area, and into the whole city. In the heart of the Central Plains, until the clouds cover the top, the gust of wind suddenly rises, and the wind and rain are about to come on the mountains.

And at the same moment, in the Kunlun University campus, the white light that had been surrounding Houdeshuge since the Fairy Games suddenly converged, and all gathered behind a certain small window.

In the inner room filled with white light, Wei Ze, who was sitting upright, opened his eyes.