This idea is undoubtedly a thought that makes people feel furious. There is no other entrance to the Jiulong Tower. If this person was here before everyone entered the tower, then this person would most likely have been in this place. This place has been around for thousands of years, and the people who stayed there are still alive. This is simply a shocking thing that even a chicken cannot lift it up.

The atmosphere was a little dull, everyone had their own ulterior motives, Qin Han and the King of Blowing Lights looked at each other, and the two of them secretly walked up the next level, ready to leave.

Liu Chenghan's eyes were shining, and his light was sweeping everyone's faces, not knowing what little plan to do.

Huang Fei Rat's eyes stared at the crystal coffin on the colorful tree, and the boy next to him used his own medicine to stop bleeding.

Wang Lang kept staring at the figure who had disappeared after showing his face. For some reason, Wang Lang felt very familiar when the person came out, as if he had seen it somewhere. But for a moment, he couldn't say where he had seen it.

Lu Mowei pulled Wang Lang's clothes and said, "Brother, why don't you leave? Why do I always feel cold on my back in this place? It's like someone staring at me in the secret." Lu Mowei said in a low voice.

The other people couldn't help but look at Lu Mowei. Not only Lu Mowei felt this way. Except for Pan Yao who fainted, the others present had the feeling of being stared at in secret, but Lu Mowei said it.

"Ha! Don't leave!" Guan Lei shouted loudly, and held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and chased after him.

The King of Light Blowing the Light without saying a word, holding the green lamp in his hand, and blew at Guan Lei with a pouting lips, and a flame rose up toward Guan Lei, and Guan Lei's beautiful beard immediately caught fire.

Guan Lei wowed the fire. He took this opportunity to blow up the lights and turn around and leave.

Zhao Le and Zhang Teng carried weapons and chased him. Liu Chenghan came up to put out the fire for Guan Lei. There was oil in the fire and it became more and more prosperous. Liu Chenghan raised his leg and kicked him in a hurry. He kept kicking him out. Qin and Han were no longer in sight.

Kakka...

The sound of footsteps came, which was the kind of footsteps that only when worn with armor.

Wang Lang felt something bad, and he gave Lu Mowei a look and made him ready to leave at any time.

It is important to pursue Huangfu Ji's whereabouts, but it is not going to lose your life. If you lose your life, you will just be chasing it.

A muffled groan came, and Zhang Teng flew backwards from the stairs, with blood bubbles gushing in his mouth.

There was also the sound of swords fighting in the stairs. After a while, Zhao Le retreated from the stairs.

clang!

Two axes hit Zhao Le's bright silver spear with heavy blows, and Mars splashed down. Zhao Le's whole body trembled.

The owner of the axe is a human figure wearing armor, with a dull and old-fashioned face.

sack.

I was still the thing I encountered on the weapon stand before. I didn’t expect that there was still something here, and it was much more powerful than I had encountered before.

Zhao Le twisted his body and jumped towards Liu Chenghan.

Nearly twenty armored slabs slowly walked out of the stairs.

The one who came out at the end was nearly twice as taller than the others, and she was wearing a golden armor, which was much higher than the others.

There was also a sound of fighting at the other end of the stairs, which should be the Qin and Han dynasties and the King of Blowing Lights.

clang!

The weapon in the hand of the golden armor was a spear. This weapon was very popular in ancient times and was not used very much later. However, at the beginning, it should have been the end of the Warring States Period. This Jiulong Tower was called a tower, but it was actually the cemetery of Bai Yan, the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty. There were things from the Warring States Period in the tomb of the Zhou Dynasty, which was a little strange.

Many things in ancient times can only be learned from historical books, but historical books are generally written by the winners. Throughout history, several historians have dared to write bad things about themselves, and some unknown things are not dared to write.

Later generations may not be able to guess the ideas of the ancients, and they often make random guesses. For example, some ancient poems, when the ancients wrote them, they might not have that much meaning at all. Later generations felt that they were well written, so they began to comment on various comments, and a sentence expressed the poet's thoughts and feelings at that time.

They are all robbing.

Suddenly there were so many armored warriors. Everyone didn't have that many little ones for a while, and everyone was staring at more than twenty armored warriors.

Each armor has a special number, but it is not a number. It is a string of small stones. One stone is number one, two stones are number two. The only one in the golden armor is not a string of stones. Instead, a golden necklace is hung on the left and right chests on the chest.

Wang Lang slowly lifted his sword, and the rest were holding their own weapons.

"Everyone, don't think about anything else now. Let's work together to kill these strange things. Let's talk about the rest. How about it?" Huang Feishu said, pulling out a gun from his waist. It was a homemade pistol with a long tube and it contained homemade steel sand instead of bullets, but it was not weak at all at close range.

Huang Fei Rat bumped into six thumb-sized steel sand.

Around Liu Chenghan, four people were protected by Guan Lei, Zhang Teng, Zhuge Qing and Zhao Le.

Lu Mowei didn't care about so much and went straight into a violent state.

The golden armor at the end suddenly let out a sharp scream, and more than twenty armored warriors rushed over frantically.

Bang!

Huang Feishi jumped back with a shot, and a pit appeared on the chest of the armor.

"Slap the face! Don't hit the armor!" Wang Lang shouted softly, and then got on with a knife.

Huang Feishi hurriedly raised his gun and shot him again, trying to slap the face, but was blocked by the axe.

The battle entered a white heat as soon as it started. The golden armor at the end was not in a hurry. He stood at the end and observed the battle situation. His eyes were different from those of the other armors. They looked very lively, just like human eyes.

The knife in Wang Lang's hand stabbed the armored warrior from bottom to top in a tricky posture. He thought he could kill him with one blow, but he never expected that the face of this thing was like wax oil. The knife stabbed it lightly and slipped over, and was so thick-skinned that there was nothing to say.

After a knife failed, Wang Lang hurriedly retreated and changed his posture to slash.

The two groups of people were very anxious to fight. Liu Chenghan and his men were injured before. At this moment, the combat effectiveness of the armored warriors was much stronger than before, and they were gradually starting to struggle.

Only Wang Lang and Lu Mowei could fight. Huang Feishi began to panic, and his hands were shaking endlessly when loading bullets.

Wang Lang directly slashed the nearest armor with the eighteenth stance of the Mad Sword and the seventh level of the Divine Dragon.

He knocked that slut's head away.

Just as he was about to chop another one, Wang Lang suddenly blocked the knife.

A clang sound.

Wang Lang slid backwards, holding the spear in his hand, quietly watching Wang Lang backwards.

Wang Lang, who was thinking of a solution, felt his scalp numb. When he looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, his muscles tightened all over his body, and he blocked the knife again.

A person fell vertically from the colorful tree, and a knife hit Wang Lang's sword hard.

A clang sound.

Wang Lang's knife was broken.
Chapter completed!