The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 290: Swords drawn, ghost soldiers appear

before the tomb.

Everyone gathered around the hilt, examining it curiously, but no one could see anything special about it.

After all, there is only a hilt, and the rest of the sword is buried underground, so you can't see it even if you want to.

"Is this sword really that hard to pull out?" Barron walked forward and prepared to give it a try.

But the final result remained unchanged. The hilt of the sword did not move at all, as if it had taken root in the ground.

"Let me try it too!" Patton said.

Barton had always loved swords, so he didn't intend to miss the opportunity.

However, the result is still no different.

Afterwards, Zhang Lingyu, Hei Guan'er and the others all tried, but no one could pull out the sword.

"Could this thing be impossible to pull out at all?" Zhang Chulan asked with reasonable suspicion.

There were so many of them, strong and tall, Taoists and Buddhists, men and women, and even foreigners, but not one of them could pull out the sword in front of the tomb.

Could it be that this sword is really some kind of divine weapon that can only be drawn by someone with divine power?

Feng Baobao took out a shovel and said, "No problem, let me dig it out!"

It was obvious that Feng Baobao would not be willing to give up unless he got rid of the sword today.

But just as she was about to put down the shovel, Zhang Wuling reached out his big hand and held her down.

"Don't worry, I haven't tried it yet."

Just now, when others were trying, Zhang Wuling stood by and watched. At first he was just curious, but later he really became interested.

This kind of interest is very pure, just like when boys are together, pointing at leaves and saying "Whoever can touch it is awesome". Just one sentence can make a group of boys jump up and down like monkeys.

There's nothing you can do about it. Men's damn desire to win is sometimes unreasonable.

Zhang Wuling was not very interested if someone pulled out the sword stuck in the ground.

But no one could pull it out, so he really wanted to try it today.

When Feng Baobao saw that it was her elder brother, she didn't say anything. She just said "Oh" and stood aside with the shovel.

The others also stood aside, making room for them, ready to see if Zhang Wuling could pull out the sword.

"Boss, come on!"

"Uncle Junior Master, it's up to you!"

Zhang Wuling waved his hand, walked to the tombstone, spread his legs slightly, and reached out to grab the exposed hilt of the sword.

As soon as he held it, Zhang Wuling could clearly feel that the material of the hilt was unusual.

Unlike the iron texture of ordinary swords, when you hold the hilt of this sword, it feels like holding some kind of jade.

However, the hilt of the sword is not carved from jade, which makes people curious about how the sword was made.

With the experience of the previous group, Zhang Wuling sank his energy into his dantian and pulled up suddenly with one arm.

click!

The hilt of the sword, which had been motionless, was pulled out a little, but only a little, not even the width of a finger.

"There is hope!" Zhang Chulan and others' eyes lit up.

Clarinet sighed, "It has to be the captain. He has such strength that he can shake the sword with one arm. None of us can do it."

"Don't compete with the boss, it will easily hurt your self-esteem." Lu Liang said with a smile.

This also explains why Zhang Wuling beat them. If he was serious, he could have solved the problem with just a slap.

However, Zhang Wuling himself was very surprised. Although he had been prepared, he did not expect that even after using so much strength, he could not pull out the sword.

Not even an inch of it has been pulled out.

Looking at the people around him, Zhang Wuling said, "Stay away. I might have to use some force later. I'm afraid I'll shock you."

"okay!"

Wang Ye and the others immediately ran away, and no one dared to ask to stay.

After waiting for the others to reach a safe place, Zhang Wuling gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and he burst out with all his strength.

"drink!"

The terrifying true Qi was like the water of the Milky Way pouring out, shaking the earth and mountains.

All the grave mounds in the cave were swept away in an instant, and the waves of energy swept through the dry bones and rolled into the dark corners.

click -

The sword was pulled out bit by bit, but the speed was very slow and every millimeter was very difficult.

Zhang Wuling gritted his teeth, stomped on the ground and made it shatter. The divine light in his eyes turned into electricity, and the flames on his body filled the sky. He was like the True Martial God in the sky, and his mighty power spread in all directions.

A burst of true energy rushed over, and Zhang Chulan and others were swept away in an instant. They somersaulted more than ten times in the air and crashed into the stone wall.

"Fuck you!"

Wang Zhenqiu and the others couldn't help but curse, "Is this the boss's full strength? This true energy is truly terrifying!"

Several foreigners were even more dumbfounded. They had thought that Zhang Wuling was very strong, but to be this strong was beyond their imagination. Even Victor's face was solemn.

Stab it!

Lightning surged from his arm and poured into the hilt of the sword below.

The dragon and tiger power hidden in Zhang Wuling's body erupted, and the sword buried underground finally saw the light of day again under this power that could move mountains and destroy peaks.

The moment the sword was pulled out, a huge amount of negative energy suddenly rushed out from the ground.

The yin energy was so powerful that it filled the entire cave in an instant.

Gradually, the surrounding environment began to change, as if I had arrived in a dark and gloomy world.

There was a wisp of dark energy floating around here, no light, and no up or down or direction.

But at this moment, in the Yinxu world, clusters of ghostly blue fires emerged.

In two breaths, these ghost fires turned into human forms, wearing armor, holding various weapons, and standing neatly around.

Zhang Lingyu and others stood up and looked at the ghost soldiers around them, which were endless in layers.

"These... aren't illusions, right?" Tang Wenlong asked.

"No." Feng Xingtong said seriously, "These are all spirits. I can sense them!"

Hei Guan'er said, "That's perfect. Use your power of summoning spirits to deal with them."

"Fuck, there are too many!" Feng Xingtong replied: "Don't even mention me. Even if I asked my father to come, there is no way he could arrest all these ghost soldiers!"

Feng Xingtong sensed that there were at least thousands of ghost soldiers here. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't capture thousands of spirits at once.

They are still human beings, not the King of Hell in the underworld!

"By the way, where is the boss?" Lu Liang asked.

Zhuge Qing shook his head: "I didn't see it. We entered this space in an instant. The things that just rushed out from the ground constructed this world. These ghost soldiers should be the souls of the people buried in those graves just now."

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Suddenly, the surrounding ghost soldiers moved, and a group of archers drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Zhang Chulan and his group.

At this moment, everyone had a feeling of traveling back to an ancient battlefield, facing the atmosphere of fighting against thousands of troops.

collapse!

The bowstring was shocked like thunder, and in an instant arrows fell like a rainstorm.

"Seriously!"

Wang Ye glared, shouted, and used his strange magic to create an earth shell to cover everyone.

Arrows, like meteor showers, fell densely on the soil crust, as if the earth was filled with dark blue gentian flowers.