Rebirth of the Viking King

Qinghe was wrapped all over by the yellow sand that rushed in. The yellow sand blew on his face, and the sky was dark. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had completely changed.

He was standing in a vast sea of ​​sand, and beside him were several huge statues. They were the four gods believed in by the ancient Egyptian kingdom: Sphinx, Anubis, and Horde. Russ, and Amon the Hidden.

"Haha, you ignorant young man actually enjoys a mere illusion to fight with your Grandpa Qinghe. You are really shameless." Although he did not know these four gods, Master Qinghe did not panic at all. He is a powerful sword cultivator who has reached the realm of Nascent Soul. Looking at the entire Eastern Tang Dynasty, there are only a handful of people who can compare with him in cultivation.

When the four gods surrounding him just stood up and had no time to wave their weapons, Qinghe once again made the familiar hand gesture. He stretched his left hand high into the sky, and the four ancient gods around him seemed to enter slow motion at the same time. Generally, the movements of raising hands and feet become very slow. Qinghe, however, still maintained his calm and calm fighting strength.

He watched helplessly as the huge scepter and ax slowly struck his head, but he did not dodge or even blink.

Buzz

There was a metallic buzzing sound from the horizon.

The heavy golden scepter was getting closer and closer to Master Qinghe's head. However, at this moment, there was a sound of breaking glass in the sky above his head. The originally stable space suddenly shattered, and a large black hole appeared in the endless sea of ​​sand. In the blue sky!

What shattered the illusion was the black flying sword worn by Master Qinghe.

The lightless flying sword flew in from the hole, and when the golden scepter was about to hit Qinghe's head, it fell firmly into his hand.

"Isolating the sword cultivator's flying sword is indeed the correct response for the illusionist, but if I can be defeated so easily by you, you are too underestimating my Nascent Soul cultivator of the Eastern Tang Dynasty!"

After saying this, Qinghe did not dodge, but instead held a black sword in his hand and launched a countercharge towards the Sphinx beside him! The black sword immediately twisted it into a pile of yellow sand after touching its body made of marble. Then the black sword flew into the air and penetrated directly into the head of Anubis behind him.

The slender head could not resist this lightning-fast blow. The only two remaining statues, Horus and Amun, raised their hands at the same time, one emitted a dazzling golden light, and the other's hands condensed deep darkness.

The gods who can change the laws of heaven and earth are all ancient gods with great power. Facing the joint attack of the two ancient gods, Master Qinghe chuckled, with no fear in his brows. The black sword adjusted its angle and struck at Amon's waist quickly, just when it was about to completely destroy the statue.

In the yellow sand behind Master Qinghe, a transparent scorpion as long as a finger suddenly crawled out.

"Little sister, look carefully. All these layouts are 'covers' in the illusion. Only the poisonous scorpion lurking in the sand is the formation eye of the illusion. The art of formation is a trick after all. Surprise can only It’s the foundation for victory!”

The slender transparent poisonous scorpion was not very fast. It crawled quickly on the yellow sand, and jumped high at the moment when the black sword accurately crushed Amon! In the air, it pointed the venomous stinger on its tail at Qinghe Zhenren's unprepared back.

At this time, the lightless black sword was still far away, and it was too late for Feiqinghe Shangren's side to resist. Seeing that the poisonous scorpion was about to succeed with one blow.

Qinghe Zhenren spoke again

"Xiao Xiao's skills are nothing to worry about!"

The tone of this sentence was completely different from what he said before. The voice was thin and clear, like the homophonic sound of a young child. At the same time, a condensed phantom emerged from Master Qinghe's body. The phantom squatted on the spot, pointed its lips at the poisonous scorpion in the air, and then gently blew out a ball of five-color fire!

The flying flames can easily burn the poisonous scorpions in the air into flying ashes!

The poisonous scorpion is the eye of the fantasy scroll. As the formation eye was broken, the originally stable illusion immediately shattered like pieces of an oil painting that had been dried for a hundred years. When he opened his eyes again, Qinghe had returned to Sophie's room.

The black sword followed him loyally and fell into his hand. At this time, Qinghe had put away most of his contempt for this Fan clan illusionist who was hiding somewhere.

If he hadn't cultivated the five-color Nascent Soul, he might not have been able to escape this disaster. This illusionist may not be incredibly powerful, but he has plenty of combat experience.

Use the sand that stands behind the curtain to pull yourself into the environment. Then he used several ancient gods as cover to protect the poisonous scorpions in the sea of ​​sand. After discovering that the tactics failed, he immediately shattered the illusion without any delay.

(He is obviously trying to return to reality and try to attack again.)

(The death of the two Jindan monks in the Chamber of Commerce in the hands of such an enemy is indeed not a loss.)

After briefly adjusting his thick robe, Qinghe spread his consciousness and did not find any spiritual energy fluctuations in the room. After walking out of the woman's bedroom with a black sword in hand, he found that the entire castle was completely dark.

(wrong)

(When I entered the village just now, the place was extremely noisy, but why did it become silent after just such a moment.)

He casually opened a few wooden doors around him and found that all the rooms in the castle were empty. Walking all the way to the banquet hall, the empty hall was dark, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain coming from the window.

Haha, it turns out that I am still in the illusion. This illusionist's skills are good.

The Nascent Soul came out of his body again, put two fingers in front, and the transparent figure once again blew out the blazing spiritual fire. The fantasy scroll burned by the pure elements once again burned a big hole. However, when Qinghe returned to the real world, he was surprised to find that the banquet hall of Hanshui Castle where he was now was filled with fully armed English soldiers!

Everyone had drawn their weapons and surrounded him in preparation.

At his feet, there were three corpses that had been burned to charcoal!