Otherworldly Merchant
Chapter 1949: Black and White Double Sword
A while later, the little white dragons woke up from their coma.
I didn't tell them what happened during that time.
Because we don't have much to do with that old bastard Changping Ito for the time being, even if we know, there's no use except growing hatred and fear.
After the packing was stopped, the four of us in one line continued to move forward.
After this long sleep, Little White Dragon has recovered a lot of repair and strength.
But Han Lao Liu has become even older, let alone fought against the enemy, even walking is a problem.
The wrinkles on his face were deeper, his face grew dense and numb old spots, and his otherwise thick muscles were loose. If he was run over by someone who didn't know him, he would have thought he was at least eighty or ninety years old - I'm afraid not even his perennial brothers could recognize him.
I squeezed my knife in front of me, Xiaobailong held only one crystal ball in one hand, and the other held the flashlight behind me, Miss Caiyun carried Han Lao Liu a little further away.
The cave curved all the way, from the debris on the stone walls and the sporadic oval stones buried on the ground, it should have been an underground canal a long time ago. It just dried up over time.
There are no artificially chiseled traces on all sides of the cave, and even half a dozen of them cannot be found. Thus, it can be seen that this watercourse had been dry for a long time since the tomb of Emperor Shenwu was built.
Walking, the cave suddenly flattened and widened.
Little White Dragon took a picture of the flashlight four times, but he could not take a shot at his head, standing only in the middle of the river dozens of extremely round large stone columns washed by the water flow. These stone columns are made of special material, between hard granite and black iron stone, and are also wrapped in a number of large and small seven-colored jade stones.
Burning light in the light of a flashlight, as if someone had deliberately built a lamp post here.
A little while later, I saw a man standing in front of me from afar.
The man was dressed strangely, wearing a jacket, a cloak and a mask on his face.
But what's even weirder is that his outfit has his nose as the middle line and his left and right sides are divided into two colors.
One side is completely black and the other is completely white.
With a long sword in one hand, black and white are equally distinct.
Though we've never met this guy, we can guess an eighty-nine.
The gods will be good at walking in front of us, with only four left.
The mysterious old guardian, Changping Ito, who specializes in the art of soul control, and two brothers under the fountain who specialize in yin and yang techniques.
Ito, that old bastard, came to provoke two or three times in a row, but through the body of others, he never dared to show himself. And from the shape of the person in front of you, he's growing up, and it shouldn't and won't be that very mysterious old law.
So he can only be Goro Izumi, or Rokuro.
I just don't know, why is he standing here waiting for us?
According to the Tianzhao Divine Society's strength level, the Fountain brothers are only the inner door guardians, far lower than the ranks of Masao Maida and Oita Oisha. Since we can kill here, we can also prove that those who are outside are already dead.
They're not even fighting each other. What's the use of stopping yourself here?
“You take care of Six, I'll meet him!” Before I stopped him, the little white dragon sounded like a white light and flew out.
Little White Dragon is an acute man, and what he's always believed in is, but he never gives a shit what he can fix.
On this road, he could have suffered a lot, he held his stomach for a long time, and now he finally saw the enemy. He didn't say a word and ran over directly. The man hasn't arrived yet. Raising his hand is a huge row of thick, arm-like ice cones flying out!
I don't know if it was that guy who didn't even expect Little White Dragon to say he was going to fight. He came in such a hurry, he was killed in a surprise, or he was a little arrogant and slightly hostile.
It wasn't until the ice cone shook in front of me that I shook my figure and broke open my sword.
Dang!
The ice cone was severed and broken into pieces by a loud noise.
But I found the guy's sword a little strange.
The right-hand sword is fairly normal, and the sword road is super high, the trick is really good in sword.
But the left-hand sword is a little off the stage, extremely slow and dumb, and mostly cutting the air white.
“Goro Shimizumi, what is your name?” The man across the street leaped backwards, retreating seven or eight steps, deliberately clamping a fake voice and pointy voice.
“What nonsense! Die for me.” Little White Dragon cursed, waved his back, and a snow-white ice spear rushed past him again.
As the spear flew in, the stones along the road were frozen and clicked, staining a long white frost road!
The man didn't fight back, and successively several clever emptiness slipped past him, clicking, ice spears landed, smashing the rubble and flying.
“Oh, do you hate me so much? If I die, you'll be sad.” The guy was full of rhetoric.
He doesn't seem to be here to fight, but he's more of an idle bore, dedicated to talking to us.
Two attacks in a row left empty, without even touching this guy's corner. The little white dragon that fell at the top of the ice spear looked at him coldly and had to pay attention. It doesn't look like this guy is that easy to deal with!
Little White Dragon sank herself and shrunk behind her with one hand, pulling out the close-knit crystal ball.
“Mountain!” suddenly burst into a drink, banging out the crystal ball.
Snowflake dance, storm whistle!
A loud bang, an ice and snow peak descending from the sky! Covered the guy in front of him in five or six circles, falling down hard.
On a wide beach, a small snowy mountain suddenly appeared.
The temperature suddenly became cold and the sweaty coat was frozen like a thin sheet of iron.
The little snow mountain is about a dozen meters high and covers six or seven square meters.
In fact, this is more like a giant big ice cone, or it can be said that it is an ice and snow lonely tomb, which is the unique trick of Little White Dragon "The Lonely Mountain Soul Shadow" ”.
The secret to this trick is the word "soul"!
What you see is snow, what you feel is wind, but once you are found by any snowflake, you have nowhere to run, this heavy snow will come and cover you! Nothing moves.
This little snow mountain is your grave!
The last time I fought Ice Hidden in the Valley of the Devils, it was because they both went out together and Ice Hidden had a dark sense, which was why I didn't win. But the enemy he fought for the first time, how else could he escape?