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Chapter 9 Tomb Fighting

Two bronze lion doors slowly opened. After a thousand years of sealing, the inheritance of the sword god will reappear in the sky again. The four kings looked at the deep corridor with excitement, and a black shadow flashed by, entering the darkness behind the gate.

The four kings stared at the disappearing back angrily, and nine of them killed each other, leaving only four of them, making wedding dresses for others for nothing.

King Tiancang yelled: "Oh, don't let me know who it is? I will definitely make him worse than death!"

The Wolf King said: "Don't waste time, go quickly. We finally opened the door and let others take the lead. How can we keep our face!"

After saying that, he walked into the gate first, and the remaining two kings followed closely and rushed in.

King Tiancang watched the kings enter one after another and cursed: "Hmph, they are all smiling tigers. Humph, you can go first, just let me explore the way."

Wuhun took the opportunity to rush into the cave and ran wildly in the dark corridor. He did not dare to light the torch for fear of being seen by others. After all, he was the weakest among the people entering the cave.

Wuhun soon arrived at a three-way intersection, and he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There is a clearing ground under my feet, with the surrounding walls covered with gems and jade, and there are even a few night pearls the size of a palm. The clearing ground is illuminated by the pearls and treasures.

Wuhun stared wide and swallowed his saliva. It was so extravagant that he actually used gems to illuminate it.

Just as Wuhun was fantasizing, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Wuhun was panicked and rushed towards the corridor in the middle.

"If it weren't for the tight time, I really wanted to deduct a few gems and sell them for money!"

Wuhun rushed to the end of the corridor, feeling like crying but not crying. He looked at the stone tablet standing in front of him, which was engraved with "Ten deaths, no way to live, a thought of life and death, and the soul will be broken before the body is cut off, let it go! The trialist wishes you good luck."

Wuhun looked at the stone tablet and couldn't help but retreat.

A stream of footsteps came from the darkness, "Did you read it wrong? Why did I read it wrong? I saw a black shadow running here just now! It seemed like a wolf king."

"Let's go, look, if it's really a wolf king, I'll stew him. Humph, this old boy is just a smiling tiger. I heard that he conspired with several beast kings of Demon Fairy Mountain to recommend him as the boss of Tianxia Mountain. Humph!" The person who came was King Tiancang and King Jiao Huo.

Wuhun felt ruthless, "I'm so unlucky. There are pursuers behind me and there is no way out. So, I'll fight!"

Wuhun showed a fierce look in his eyes and rushed past the stone tablet.

Wuhun entered a bloody battlefield, with corpses everywhere, and a large number of weapons were scattered underground, and blood stained the sky red.

An old voice sounded in the sky: "Welcome to the ancient battlefield, the trial begins. The content of the trial is in the ancient battlefield, and the battle with the battle souls will last for an hour. If the trialist wants to choose the ten dead and no way to survive, the content of the trial must be doubled, and the trial souls must be killed within the specified time. The trial reward is doubled, and the additional reward is unknown. The trial weapon is found in the battlefield. You will face the trial of enemies in the same realm, which is equivalent to the reality of death, and you will die. The trial is timed, and... the trial begins."

Wuhun listened to the trial content and really wanted to kill him. It was so cripple!

Soullessly searched for weapons on the ground, most of them were in shabby. After searching for a long time, I found a sword with a good appearance and an unknown pattern tattooed on the blade.

The sound rang in the air again, "Start!"

In the open space, drums suddenly sounded like thunder, horns roared, and people shouted and horses neighed.

A group of cavalry in blue appeared opposite, behind the cavalry were infantry and archers, with bows styling, swords scattered, cold lights scattered, and the momentum broke through the sky. All of these soldiers stared at the front with dull expressions.

Wuhun looked left and right, and found himself wearing a white robe, wearing silver armor, riding on a thousand-mile frost horse, holding a long sword in his hand.

The soldiers in white were surrounded by soldiers, Wuhun secretly thanked, "Fortunately, I was not fighting alone, so it would be a disaster if I could not do it!"

Wuhun looked at the opposite side, and there was also a gunman in the enemy army, sitting upright on the saddle. This was the rhythm of the two armies fighting each other!

Soulless frowned, "What is this testing? Is it testing the ability to lead troops to fight?"

A moment of horns, a sound of golden swords and iron horses, the enemy rushed towards Wuhun fiercely, arrows and rain of arrows in the sky flew, and corpses fell in front of the formation, and both sides suffered casualties!

Wuhun shook his head, slapped the horse and rushed towards the enemy general. The enemy general shook his big spear, and a cold light rushed straight to Wuhun's throat. The enemy general hurriedly pulled up. Wuhun's long sword in his hand quickly. The enemy general's long spear changed his move. Hun's shoulders were quick and stabbed his ribs in his ribs!

Wuhun leaned on the horse's back and avoided the attack of enemy general Ling Li. As soon as he raised his body, the enemy general swept his backhand at Wuhun's waist with a shot.

Wuhun was still in shock, so he sat down at the BMW in the side and dodged the attack. Wuhun fought with the enemy general for more than ten moves in a row, and was full of dangers. The enemy general was experienced in the enemy, and his gun was exquisite, especially his gun was fast, so he did not leave any chance to breathe for Wuhun.

Wuhun's head was filled with cold sweat, thinking, "This is not a solution, it's so perverted, it's so quick to take action!"

The long sword in Wuhun's hand produced a strong fluctuation of the Yuan power, and a purple light gathered into a point and pierced at the gunman's chest. The spear in his hand swung, and the tip of the gun rotated as fast as a drill, forming a violent wind, rushing towards the purple light!

The purple light instantly shattered, and the drill bit continued to cast its momentum, stabbing Wuhun's chest. Wuhun leaned forward, pressed against the horse's back, and pushed the horse to the side. The gunman rushed past Wuhun because of his excessive force.

Wuhun seized the opportunity, waved his knife to the back of the gunman, and slashed his sword on the enemy's armor with a long sword. Mars flew around, making a squirm sound, which made Wuhun's hands numb.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the Gun Gun's mouth, and he turned around and shot him at Wuhun.

Wuhun flashed, the tip of the gun was slashed against his shoulders and arms, leaving a half-foot-long blood groove. Wuhun was fighting against the gunman, and Wuhun was now in the open space with trees not far from the open space.

Wuhun decided to ride a horse and rushed into the dense forest. The gunman chased him closely. Five steps away from the dense forest, Wuhun pointed his horse and flew towards a big tree. The gunman ran quickly, unable to stop the horse, and hit the tree, flew four feet away, and fell to the ground.

Wuhun jumped up from the tree, flew his right leg, crossed his left leg, and pointed to the gunman's forehead. The gunman quickly rolled to the right, but he knew that this was a trick. Wuhun put away his left leg, and pointed to the gunman's forehead again. Because Wuhun changed his move too quickly, the gunman could not dodge. With a "bang", the gunman's right brain opened and half of his face stepped down.

Wuhun jumped backwards and breathed a sigh of relief on the ground, thinking to himself: "Hmph, my head is broken like this, it depends on how arrogant you are!"

Unexpectedly, the gunman who fell to the ground actually stood up, with a broken face with only one eyeball left, dancing his hands and pounced on Wuhun!

Wuhun was stunned, "Damn, what's the matter? He was beaten so badly, but he wasn't dead yet!"

The soulless fist sounded like a wind, and he hit the Gunman's left brain with one punch. The Gunman's five fingers were like hooks, tearing off a piece of flesh from the Soulless shoulder. The blood stained half of his Soul's clothes red, making him bare his teeth in pain.

At the same time, Wuhun hit the left brain with a punch. The Gun flew backwards and fell on the tree. Although his head was gone, he still stood up tenaciously and pounced on Wuhun again.

"Oh my God! What kind of monster is this? It's like this, but I'm not dead yet. I'm so angry that I don't believe in this evil. The stars in the sky are floating in the sky!" Wuhun shouted.

The shadows of fists all over the sky attacked the gunman like meteors. The gunman flew one after another in his chest, flew backwards, and his feet drew a sloping arc on the ground, his chest sank, his ribs shattered, and blood flowed out of the crack.

No soul is not much better. While hitting the other person with his fist, he hit the other person with a golden dragon and a cloud in his abdomen. Five blood holes were poked out of his abdomen, and blood sizzled out like a spring.

Wuhun sat on the ground, gasping heavily, staring at the never-tired gunman, and attacking him. Wuhun began to feel a little despair in his heart, "What's this all? It's so perverted."

A ray of light came out from the gunman's injured chest. Although the light was slight, it was still revealed by Wuhun. Wuhun's heart was shocked, "Is that light... the source of energy for the gunman?"

Wuhun looked at the approaching gunman and gritted his teeth, "Success or failure is here. Whether it is a dragon or a snake, it depends on this time!"

The gunman buckled the soulless head beam with one palm. Wuhun did not dodge, and a hawk in his left hand grabbed the rabbit, grabbed the spear's chest, took out something and spread it open. A ball of light flashed with purple light around his palm, and quietly held it in the palm of his hand, and then the ball slowly dissolved into the palm and disappeared.
Chapter completed!
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