Blood Princess and the Knight

Ji Bai looked around.

The clothing mound can have this scale, and the degree of luxury is completely beyond my imagination.

Each of these ancient emperors is a tyrant who cares about human life. It may not be accurate to say that, but in their eyes, human life and wealth may really be just a number.

To build the tomb tomb so realistic, is this trying to exhaust the tomb thief?

After a few rounds, he found nothing, he wondered if he needed to make a long-term plan, or he should return first."

Ji Bai fell silent suddenly, and he suddenly thought of a very philosophical issue that included the endless multiplication of the biosphere in the universe and even endangering his own life.

How should I go back by myself? How to go back? go back?

I’m in trouble. I didn’t think about this when I came in. So, can’t I go back? ?

Then why do I stay here, stare at this circle of clay sculptures, call a few more, and play a few quint cards to discuss the philosophy of life?

I haven't studied the space spells myself, and I haven't heard of the curse about space-distorting.

"Kacha." The crisp sound was particularly harsh at this moment, and Ji Bai lowered his head and picked up a cracked red hairpin.

Someone has been here, and it was not too long ago.

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes.

Did they leave the child, or did they trigger some mechanism to shift their position in space?

Ji Bai turned his gaze to the empty Huang Shiping seat that looked suspicious.

It's just a very ordinary stone-carved seat, nothing special is it.

Ji Bai beat and beat, and found no place that could trigger the mechanism, but found a paragraph of Quran text on the handrail.

"The king's eyes are on top.

Junmu, to top?

Ji Bai looked at the empty throne for a moment, and sat on it straightforwardly. He cast his gaze to the top, and the sharp mountain axe went down facing each other. "Kang!" Tianhui triggered automatically, stopping this deadly attack and rolling in time. The opened Ji Bai's cheek was numb, and the throne was chopped in half by the wind that was carried down.

It turned out to be a trap, did you get it...

The attack failed, and the soldier in heavy plate armor tilted his head, as if recalibrating the attack.

Did you trigger any mechanism when you sat on the throne?

The action was faster than thinking, a silver gleaming out of the sheath, the sword's edges were continuously intertwined into a deadly net, and the swords and swords were precisely aimed at the fragile vital points of the black armored soldier's body.

The overwhelming attacks were resolved by the black-armored soldiers with their axes and halberds. The muscles reacted at a speed like an old man who had experienced many battles. "Who are you? Are you a human or a demon?"

"@XS$$&$↓……(The Guards are here, the thief takes his life The stiff words seemed to be transmitted through the rotten throat, unlike the sounds that normal creatures can make.

Fiction

The other party was unable to communicate normally, so Ji Bai would naturally not be merciful to him.

The collision of the long sword and the axe blade sparked sparks in the wide tomb.

The black armored soldiers roared in the wind, every step they took, it seemed that the whole earth was trembling, and the old standard armor and rotten flesh were glued together with the smashing wind. The armor owner drove the long axe The enemy is only instinct.

Ji Bai can even sensitively smell a certain preservative smell and a strong magical power overflowing from the other party's body.

What obviously drives him is no longer the flesh and blood of creatures, but curse power, magic power and the like.

The other party was already a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, and his soul had long since returned to nothingness.

Is this the Qur'an of the third-order species?

The physique and appearance similar to human beings are actually third-order species worthy of the name.

"INSHDASnsmer!"

The blade of the axe was burnt red, and every move of swinging the blade of the axe caused a high concentration of molten slurry to splash out, and the terrifying high temperature gradually melted the surrounding soil walls.

Mantras, language and the power generated by blood resonance are indispensable. The biggest difference between high-level species and low-level species is that they have completely different understandings of power. Bloodlines prevent humans from learning spells above [Destroy Step].

Because the human race has no divine veins at all, and cannot use words to awaken its blood. It is not only because of insufficient curse reserves. Simply put, the blood is too low to use high-level spells, and it is impossible to use specific races Curse.

Feeling the mixed heat of this magical energy, Ji Bai couldn't be sure that the Silver Throne could bear it, nor did he dare to make this bet with his sword.

The huge long axe is as light as nothing in his hand, but the strong wind blowing makes people dare not doubt its weight.

[Crimson Medal]

In contrast to the curse, Ji Bai used pure swordsmanship.

An old man of the demon species who had taught Ji Bai once said: The purest swordsmanship can surpass the limits of the class, but no one can do it, including himself.

Levels are the iron law set by the creators. The so-called extreme swordsmanship is nothing more than a scornful statement in many people's eyes, but an imaginary that no one succeeds.

Ji Bai once did not believe it, but now he believes it deeply. He has seen a successful example one by one against the famous warriors of the fifth-order Gulan tribe.

"Dangdang!" The axe blade was like a dazzling phantom, easily blocked all Ji Bai's escape routes, and penetrated [天辉)'s breastplate heavily, sparks burst.

"@$$&NVT wins the weak and can't stand it" The long axe was inserted into the breastplate and slammed Ji Bai against the fragile loess wall.

The loess splashed and shattered, and the disguised loess revealed its true colors

Chapter 25 ~ The Ultimate Sword

The altar, huge stone carvings, used for summoning, ceremonies and other purposes, the six-star array laid out in advance bursts with a tyrannical spell, and the knights kneeling under the stage are respectful, with awe and hope.

Then, an extremely cruel scene appeared.

The **** corpse was pierced with the iron spear head erected high on the altar, and the blood was soaked with the black-painted spear body, and the blood that had not yet drained was stained drop by drop in the sinful altar.

He also saw a familiar figure--his former disciple, Frost Knight Hirst, he should be in the prison of the temple at this time.

The unmoved people on the stage, the fanatical people on the stage, and a girl sitting on the jewel throne with a frowning face.

At the center of the six-star curse array, she looked slightly painful as if she was enduring some pain. The six fluorite surrounding the array burned more and more violently, as if to force something into the girl's body, at the same time Is stripping something from her body again.

It was surprisingly similar to the drawing drawn by the mad mother.

However, all of this was blocked outside this transparent wall. The knight and the girl were separated by a wall, and the voices of both parties could not reach the ears of the other party, or even see each other.

It seems to be a one-way glass wall, and the people inside cannot see the person who is peeping here at this moment, nor can they hear the movement outside.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The dark iron arm continued like a hammer.