Zhuge Liang was sitting in the ruins, his hands constantly changing fingerprints. He took out a flying sword and made a resolution in it. The flying sword was immediately shining and suspended above Zhuge Liang’s head.
Zhuge changed his hands quickly when he was not bright, and even pulled out a series of ghosting images. One by one, he broke into the flying sword, and the flying sword became more brilliant, just like a streamer hovering over Zhuge’s head when he was not bright.
This flying sword has always been an experiment of Zhuge Liang’s unlit refining technique. Through this period of sacrifice and refining, this flying sword has entered the higher level from the middle level. It’s just that the quality of the flying sword is too poor, even if the refining technique is well mastered, it can’t be made into a magic weapon of grade.
"Go!"
Zhuge did not shine a finger, and the flying sword quickly turned into a streamer and cut into another ruin.
"Boom!"
Smoke filled, the ruins exploded, and the flying sword returned to Zhuge’s dim head.
"eh? What is it? "
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Chapter one hundred and thirty-nine Theft
Stones splashed, and in this ruin, a blue stone corner was exposed. This blue stone corner looks very different in color from other gravel.
Zhuge moved his fingers before dawn, then chopped the splash vertically and horizontally, causing a layer of earth waves in this ruin, and the green stone corner was exposed more and more. Finally, Zhuge saw clearly before dawn, and it was a blue stone tablet, which was half buried in the soil at the moment.
Zhuge waved his hand before dawn, and a glittering palm flew out, holding the blue stone tablet and pulling it out of the soil.
"Boom!"
The stone tablet was laid flat on the ground, and the soil on it was knocked away. Zhuge suddenly lit up when he didn’t shine. This stone tablet was not just made of anything, but even though it was buried deep in the soil for years, it still left no flaws.
"What the hell? Hmm? Have a picture? " Zhuge Liang didn’t see that on this stone tablet, some complicated handprints were carved, and several lines of words were written. These words are not written before ancient times, and Zhuge can understand them without light.
"Psst ~ ~ seems to be a residual form of refining!" Zhuge took a gasp when he was not bright. The handprints and judgments on this stone tablet are extremely similar to those of Qing Xiao Zong, and even in some places, they are even better than those of Qing Xiao Zong. Unfortunately, they only record some residual forms and are scattered.
Zhuge stared at the stone tablet before dawn, and his pupils narrowed into a line.
Several hours passed, and Zhuge stood motionless at dawn, his eyes tightly staring at the handprint on the stone tablet.
A few hours have passed, and now the sky is getting dark. Zhuge squatted on the ground before dawn, carefully studying the handprints carved on the stone tablet. He constantly disassembled these characters and then reorganized them. After several hours, Zhuge Liang was full of sweat, which seems to have taken a lot of effort, but he finally pieced the characters together completely.
Zhuge’s face lit up when he was not bright, and his hands kept changing handprints on his chest. The handprints were very mysterious. Gradually, Zhuge was not bright and the degree of handprints became faster and faster, which actually produced the illusion of a dream flower shadow.
"Shout ~ ~ ~" Zhuge didn’t shine and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes flashed with cold light and his hand was printed on the blue stone tablet.
"Boom!"
The blue stone tablet is broken and turned into stone chips.
"Gnome male-"Zhuge not bright sneer at 1 imperial sword flew towards their own residence.
But at this moment, Zhuge Liang clearly felt a cold, murderous attack coming from his back, and subconsciously Zhuge Liang stepped on the back of the mountain without a bright foot.
A shadow quickly crossed the air, and Zhuge couldn’t see it clearly. It was a man who was shrouded in a black robe. He didn’t know by what means, and his breath was completely hidden. Zhuge couldn’t feel who it was until he was bright.
"Who are you?" Zhuge don’t light drink a way.
The men in black were silent, thinking directly about Zhuge, pointing with one hand and shooting straight.
"Then period!" Zhuge exclaimed before dawn, and the flying sword that he still sacrificed and refined killed the black dress person.
"Hum!" Black dress person with a snort of cold, raise my hand to a town, intangible true yuan fluctuations directly to the fly sword fly out.
Men in black whistled, and his brow lit up with a smooth glow. A golden gun condensed by gods stabbed Zhuge’s dim eyebrows.
At the same time, Zhuge’s dim eyebrows also lit up with a white light, and a flying sword flew out and touched the golden gun.
"bang!"
The flying sword and the golden gun collapsed at the same time, and Zhuge Liang and the black dress were stepping back several steps.
The men in black were surprised. Obviously, they didn’t expect Zhuge Buliang’s knowledge to be so profound. Of course, he didn’t know that Zhuge Buliang had taken two pieces of Thoreau fruit in Fengman Mountain, and his knowledge was strengthened. Although he was still in the foundation period, his knowledge was comparable to that of the master in the then period.
Zhuge took out the stone sword before it was bright. The stone sword was simple and unpretentious, and he killed the man in black.
"hey!"