Martial Cultivator

Countless bones held the sword in their hands and stood solemnly, looking at the same place.

They don't speak and can't speak.

It was very quiet in the cemetery.

The monks looked at the standing white bones and the swords in their hands. For no reason, they felt that those bones looked like a well-trained army. Perhaps in ancient times, those sects did not think of what they are doing now. Like a sect, it exists as a master and a disciple, but like today's secular dynasty, it will form a large army.

The blood in the monks' eyes has not faded. They are just looking at the army of bones at the moment, not knowing what they are thinking.

After a while, a white skeleton walked out of the team with a sword in hand, came to a monk, raised the sword in his hand, and chopped off his head with one sword.

The war sword, which had been decaying for who knows how many years, seemed extremely sharp at this moment, as if it had cut off the monk's head with just a gentle swing.

The head rolled on the ground like a round ball.

Then the white bones uttered extremely obscure syllables, and it was impossible to understand what they meant.

Only then did people wake up from a dream and suddenly come to their senses.

"Let's go!"

A monk shouted loudly, turned around and ran towards the outside.

But it was still a moment late. Those bones came towards the crowd with swords in hand. The green light in their eyes seemed extremely terrifying at the moment, like evil spirits from the abyss!

The place suddenly became noisy, and the army of bones scattered out, carrying swords and heading towards these monks, carrying the smell of death.

The wind suddenly started blowing in this cemetery, and it was extremely biting and cold, as if it came from the deepest part of hell.

A monk bumped into the white bones in front of him. In a panic, he held out a talisman. In an instant, the talisman between his fingers burned. A fire dragon emerged out of thin air and roared towards the white bones. It was submerged in an instant, but before the flames were extinguished, the white bones came out of the flames.

That talisman has no effect on it.

Fire can kill a person, but what if he is already dead?

\u003e The white skeleton walked out of the flames, then raised the flaming sword in his hand and chopped off the monk's head.

When those flames touched the monk's body, they first made a sizzling sound, and then there was the smell of burnt fur, which was very unpleasant.

If you look carefully, you can also find some oil coming out of the break in the neck.

While the army of bones was killing people, some monks had already crushed various life-saving magical weapons in their hands and fled into the distance.

But at this moment, as the white skeleton standing in the middle suddenly picked up the sword in his hand and stabbed it heavily into the ground, violent aura suddenly surged out, and the boundary of the cemetery suddenly vibrated, and a crack appeared there. , very quickly opened a gap at the boundary of the cemetery. The crack just happened to wrap up the entire cemetery. Then, in the crack, huge stone tablets emerged, spreading upward at an extremely crazy speed.

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Chen Chaoben was the first one to realize that something was wrong. When he ran towards the distance, the bones had not moved, but without cultivation, no matter how strong his body was, he could not run very fast, so when he arrived at the cemetery At the border, those stone tablets had already emerged from the crack. Countless huge stone tablets poured out from the ground, like tombstones?

No wonder those graves had no tombstones before.

Chen Chao didn't have time to think too much, he cut the huge stone tablet with the broken knife in his hand.

He didn't know the origin of the broken knife, but since the black material on it fell off, revealing the original edge of the broken knife, the broken knife almost never collided with other magical weapons and fell into a disadvantage. Even Chen Chao He felt that the broken sword in his hand was sharper than the flying sword of ordinary swordsmen. When he saw Yu Xiyi's flying sword, he even thought of comparing it with that flying sword. .

This time, the broken knife collided with the stone tablet, but failed to leave any trace on it. As sparks flew everywhere, Chen Chao's tiger's mouth was shocked and painful.

Although it was a sword without cultivation, considering the sharpness of the broken sword, it still failed to leave any trace on the stone tablet, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

Chen Chao watched helplessly as those stone tablets surged towards the sky, feeling helpless.

Without his cultivation, he would not be able to cross here at all, and he also had a hunch that even if he could reach the top of the stone monument, he would not be able to leave here at all.

Chen Chao frowned and his face became very ugly. .🅆.

Chen Chao suddenly turned around, and a rotten war sword was already striking at the top of his head!

The rust on the sword was still falling down even when he was swinging it, and Chen Chao could already smell the smell of decay.

The smell in the air is very unpleasant.

Chen Chao raised the broken knife and collided with the war sword!

There was no violent sound, only a rustling sound, and countless pieces of rust fell downwards!

The fallen rust was blown up by the wind and rushed toward Chen Chao!

Chen Chao rolled up his sleeves and rolled them towards the rust, but the cuffs were quickly torn open, and the cuffs were torn apart and turned into strips of cloth.

But fortunately, Broken Sword was not at a disadvantage this time, and actually swung the sword away.

Chen Chao did not hesitate, took a step forward, and slashed at the skeletal head with a knife.

The skull glowing with green light turned its head, but still did not dodge the knife.

The broken knife slashed down from the middle, and the skull was chopped open by the sharp broken knife. Then the two faint green touches disappeared and were never seen again.

After the head was chopped open, the white bones scattered and turned into white bones on the ground.

The rotten war sword also fell down, shattered on the ground, and turned into real rust.

Chen Chao took a deep breath and looked down at the hand holding the knife. The tiger's mouth had been shattered and blood was slowly flowing out.

When I cut it off with one sword, it seemed to go smoothly, but in fact it took a lot of effort. With the current state of lack of cultivation, if I can't leave here, I'm afraid I will die of exhaustion here.

The story of that peerless martial artist will definitely be played out here, but this time, the only difference between Chen Chao and that peerless martial artist may be that he will definitely have many people who will die with him.

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The screaming was always going on, and getting intensified.

Those monks were not Chen Chao. They did not have unparalleled physiques or sharp broken knives. When facing these bones, they did not have much means to deal with them.

So they died quickly.

Screams kept appearing here.

And keep dissipating.

This may not be a cemetery, but a real hell.

Not all monks have the ability to resist. Some monks from large sects have their own sect secrets and are constantly using magical weapons that can be extremely powerful without using any cultivation skills. The monks from small sects are Much worse.

At this moment, life is very worthless, and the gap between monks and sects is clearly reflected at this moment.

Many bones were destroyed by the monks in various ways, and then turned into bones all over the ground.

In fact, they should have been buried underground forever and never appeared in the world.

But if you want to blame them, blame these monks for digging them up from their graves and letting them come back to the world.

If they had known that the outcome would be like this, I wonder if they would regret their original actions.

The answer is not necessarily yes.

The monks were fighting with the bones. Chen Chao was watching the battle from a distance. During this period, he was breaking several bones, and then took the time to observe something.

Soon, he discovered the problem.

Among those graves, there was a seemingly ordinary white skeleton that did not join the battle. He stood in place and uttered some incomprehensible syllables from time to time. As he uttered those special syllables, the bones on the battlefield became somewhat different. move.

Chen Chao understood that this white skeleton was the leader of this army of bones.

In other words, if you want to solve the current dilemma, you have to solve him first.