Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Fifth: Ten-Zhang High Platform Hundred Thousand Swords!(2/2)
Brush, several people had a tacit understanding and launched it at the same time, like five arrows from the string, they all rushed towards the mountain.
Suddenly, a gray light suddenly exploded from the body of the mountain.
"not good!"
Everyone's expression changed.
The gray light came so fast that it was impossible to react. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone was locked in the gray light.
Except Tang Tian!
Tang Tian suddenly sensed the danger just before the gray light spread. He turned around and ran without hesitation. However, as soon as he took two steps, he was caught up by the gray light and stopped in place.
When Tang Tian was just running away, he heard a soft cry.
But now, Tang Tian found that his whole body was completely locked by a cold aura, and he couldn't even move a finger. His body still maintained a running posture.
Dead silence, dead silence.
The gray void is filled with a faint gray mist, and everyone seems to have been cast into a body-fixing technique, like a sculpture.
A faint sigh sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time.
The boundless gray fog gradually sank. Below Tang Tian and his knees, it was like a sea of gray clouds, but above the sea of gray clouds, it was extremely refreshing.
Everyone's pupils shrank.
On a high platform shrouded in gray mist, a figure stood with his hands behind his back. On the high platform more than ten feet high was a gray flag with a large black character "hidden" written on it.
Could it be...could it be...
A suffocating thought suddenly appeared in everyone's mind involuntarily.
The mist below the high platform gradually dissipated, and the high platform finally revealed its true appearance.
Hundreds of thousands of long swords are inserted all over the high platform, densely packed. The high platform is like a hedgehog, especially on both sides of the steps. The swords are denser. They are like thatch. Every sword is full of gaps and incomplete, and some are even...
Broken sword.
The space for people to put their feet down is only about the size of a palm.
Ten feet high platform, one hundred thousand broken swords!
Chapter completed!