Chapter 497 The ice blue sword, the source of blood!
Binglan slowly looked at the soldiers in front of her.
Her eyelashes, as white as ice, were fluttering, and beneath them was a bone-chilling coldness that was the same color as her eyelashes.
He swept past the group of soldiers without any emotion.
The soldiers who had been extremely passionate and hotly discussing before also closed their mouths at this moment, as if their throats were strangled, and they completely lost the ability to speak...
Everyone stared blankly at the woman in front of them, and...
The four people behind her.
Five people in total.
The armor they wore and the weapons they held were different, but they were all dull and looked quite old.
Not to mention the exquisitely crafted equipment on Chen Ming's body.
Even the clothes of the soldiers in front of them seemed to be much better than those of these five people.
but……
The seemingly tattered and old equipment of those five people was engraved with many unspeakable patterns.
No one can see what those patterns represent.
But just one look at it will make people feel dizzy, and even some weaker people will be unable to stand firmly... This alone is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of the armor on those five people.
"Gudu..."
The general who was the leader of the soldiers swallowed his saliva.
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
At the same time, the soldiers had recovered from the bouts of dizziness, lowered their voices, and started whispering to each other in a panic.
"Who is this person?"
"Why does it feel so powerful..."
"Yes, that burst of red light just now was also created by them, right?"
"What kind of help did that boy find?!"
As he spoke, some timid soldiers actually began to retreat.
In the army, one move can affect the whole body.
Once one person has the intention to retreat, this intention to retreat will soon spread like a plague, causing the surrounding soldiers to fall together.
For example, right now.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sound of armor clashing was particularly clear at this moment.
The leading general turned his head slightly, looked sideways out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly noticed that the soldiers around him were retreating.
Although he was a little confused about the origins of the five people opposite him, when he thought that his ancestors were above his head, he suddenly gained courage.
He stamped his foot violently.
"What are you afraid of!"
"Just five mortals!"
"Our ancestors are watching!"
"Are you going to retreat in front of your ancestors?!"
"Are you worthy of the gaze of your ancestors?"
It seemed that he was so pious that he even deceived himself. He kept talking louder and louder, and in the end, it was deafening.
And the same as the collapsed and decadent morale.
Confidence can also be contagious.
The people who had just begun to think of retreating, and who were retreating one after another, were all shocked at this moment...
"Yes... our ancestors are still watching us!"
"With our ancestors watching, what should we be afraid of!"
"A few mere mortals are worthy of being arrogant in front of our ancestors?!"
"It's just a helper found by an ordinary person, so what...!!!"
The crowd was excited again.
Once again it was loud and noisy.
But at this moment.
"Kaka...kaka!"
A tooth-grinding sound.
It turned out to be Binglan, unsheathing her sword.
There is no lightness and sharpness of the famous sword when it is unsheathed. Binglan draws the sword, as if he is forcing a long-rusted weapon with stains of corruption out of the same rusty container.
The feeling of rust interlacing and blending the two into one can be felt deeply just by listening to the sound.
Seeing this, the jeers over there got even louder.
"Haha, even the sword is corroded?"
"It's ridiculous for a warrior to not even take good care of his sword!"
"I knew these people were just bluffing!"
"It's all fancy, but in the end it doesn't even have a decent sword!"
"ridiculous!"
Ridicule and ridicule of the enemy can increase their ridiculous courage.
This is what weak people who stick together are best at doing.
Only Chen Ming, who was closest to Binglan, noticed something was wrong.
It was a bloody smell so strong that he almost fainted.
It wasn't just physical nausea that was irritating Chen Ming.
It’s a kind of spiritual pressure!
A kind of fear from the heart, accompanied by the faint smell of blood, went straight to Chen Ming's Tianling Gai!
At this moment, an inexplicable idea suddenly broke into his brain.
Binglan's sword was not rusty... but was solidified by the blood that had dried for many years and condensed into lumps.
And the thick blood that poured into the entire long sword, the blood that gave Chen Ming the dangerous aura when he hit Tianling Gai...
Not someone else.
Exactly...
Chen Ming slowly raised his head and looked at the dense clouds in the sky.
Rolling in the black mist...
dragon! ! !
