These thousands of swords were as black as phantoms, and a murderous aura that spanned thousands of years filled the surroundings.
The few of them were very close to the tomb of the Great General of the State of Qin, Meng Tian. They were all shrouded in killing intent. They looked on in shock, not knowing what to do.
It was as if the golden spears, iron horses, and beacon fires were illusions that had reappeared on the battlefield thousands of years ago.
However, all the swords were pointing at the Dragon Whelps as if they were lowering their heads.
Li Niannian looked up in shock and widened her eyes.
"This…"
"The dragon cubs triggered Meng Tian's tomb again and became like this.”
"They're lowering their heads to the dragon cubs, as if they're only listening to the dragon cubs 'commands.”
Xiao Xiao nodded in agreement. Her frail body couldn't help but shudder.
This murderous scene.
The ones who were most shocked were the special forces.
As soldiers, no one knew more than them what it was like to kill.
The comments in the live broadcast room rolled.
"F * ck, this is even more shocking than special effects, but this can't be a special effect!”
"Brother Zheng is going to grow up again. Every time he eats history, these tombs will have the same special effect.”
"You just realized? Brother Zheng's dragon horns had already grown out a little.”
The wind was piercingly cold, bringing along the moisture of the river water as it whistled through the thousands of swords in the tomb.
The cutting sound was like a sharp sword cutting through the river wind. The sound was low and cold, like human language.
These swords were like shadows. They were all black and had no thickness or physical body, but the cold light that flickered did not decrease.
Jiang Chen's dragon body slowly floated in the air as he took another step forward.
Every step he took caused the black sword to tremble.
Only to see.
Among the thousands of swords, the one at the very front was moving in the air like a brush. It was as if the sword was drawing a picture. With every stroke, the sword would disappear a little.
When the painting was completed, the sword disappeared.
On it was a picture of mountains and rivers being torn apart, rivers flowing like rivers, and an extremely desolate scene.
The artistic conception contained in the painting seemed to be lamenting the ruin of the country. It carried a deep sense of guilt and heartache.
A few seconds later, the freehand ancient painting disappeared.
The thousand swords were reduced to 999.
The few of them stood below the young dragon. Although they did not understand painting, they could feel the artistic conception expressed in the painting, which shocked them.
The live broadcast room instantly exploded.
"Did anyone take a screenshot of this painting? F * ck! I'm a Chinese Arts major, and this painting is awesome!”
"Great General Meng has been killing all his life. I didn't expect that he would actually use a sword to draw.”
"I'm someone who doesn't know anything about painting. At first glance, I could feel the artistic conception that General Meng Tian's painting was trying to express.”
"This time, General Meng is actually painting for the dragon cubs to see.”
The second sword also left the group of swords and drew in the air.
The black strokes lingered in the air.
In the painting, there was an elegant man standing with his hands behind his back. He was exceptionally kind and confident, but behind him, there was a shocking scene of killing each other.
Anger, desolation, lamentation, it was as if there were endless words contained in it. The deepest one was still guilt.
It was as if he was feeling guilty for not being able to save the person in the painting.
Jiang Chen immediately recognized that the person was Fu Su.
All sorts of emotions were conveyed through the artistic conception of the painting.
At this moment, Jiang Chen seemed to understand the meaning behind the painting.
There was a limit to how much words could express. That was why Meng Tian did not speak. It seemed like she had very few opportunities to speak.
The river wind passed through the group of swords, and the sound of the wind was like human language, sobbing and deep guilt.
Meng Tian felt guilty for not being able to persuade Fu Su to commit suicide. She also felt guilty for not being able to protect the Great Qin Empire.
He felt guilty for not being able to kill the greatest enemy that had caused Great Qin to perish!
Soon, the painting disappeared.
Another sword disappeared.
It turned into 998 swords.
It was as if after the sword painting, every sword that disappeared represented Meng Tian's dead life. With every bit that disappeared, he was using his life to paint.
All the swords shot into the sky at this moment.
In the air, they protected Jiang Chen's left and right!
The flickering cold light seemed to be able to force back all the enemies that came.
At this moment.
Jiang Chen felt that the two swords that disappeared turned into a black stream of light and rushed towards his dragon body.
The attribute entry item here was these thousands of black shadow swords.
He seemed to feel what attribute entry he would absorb.
[1. Kill Life Slayer: Everything in the world, whether dead or alive, can be killed until it completely disappears in time.]
[2. Forever in the Mountains and Rivers: All the mountains and rivers in China will be automatically killed if the enemy steps in. They will never submit!]!
When everyone saw that all the swords were surrounding the young dragon, they were instantly shocked.
The special forces gripped the submachine guns in their hands tightly and looked up nervously, afraid that these swords would hurt the young dragons at all.
They couldn't bear this responsibility.
Li Niannian, who was beside him, crossed her arms and rested her chin on her slender palm. She looked at everything carefully and muttered.
"I think everyone should not panic. These swords don't seem to have any ill intentions. They are protecting the dragon cubs.”
The few of them looked on in shock. Other than agreeing with Li Niannian, there was nothing they could do.
Those swords were black shadows and illusory bodies. They could see the scene behind them through the swords and could not hit them even if they wanted to.
But on one hand, they were indeed sharp, and could even cut through the wind.
This unbelievable scene had already numbed everyone. They had seen too many things in the past few days that had caused their worldviews to collapse.
No matter how ridiculous it was, they were already numb to it.
All of a sudden.
Dozens of swords rose into the air and danced in the air with killing intent, forming a continuous freehand drawing, like…a video.
The image was of a man in cold armor with a murderous aura. He had a sword at his waist and was kneeling on one knee. He cupped his fists and faced the young dragon.
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