"What a sword!"

Lu Zhuo's eyes burned, and he stretched out his hand and shouted, "The sword is coming!"

Lu Zhuo drank this time, not to mention the magic weapon, except for the artifact, even the magic weapon with the spirit of the instrument can't be controlled, and it will fly into Lu Zhuo's hands.

However, at this moment, what surprised Lu Zhuo was that the sword mound in front of him did not make any movement, which made Lu Zhuo frown slightly.

"Here comes the sword!"

Lu Zhuo drank again, and between the curvature of his palm, a powerful suction force emerged from Lu Zhuo's palm.

This time, the sword shrine in front of him finally changed.

Bang!

The sound of weapons clashing suddenly sounded, and thousands of broken swords were all pulled up and rushed towards Lu Zhuo's palm at this moment, almost within a few moments.

However, among the thousands of broken swords, there was a pitch-black broken sword that still did not move, and stood there quietly.

Lu Zhuo couldn't help but stretch out his hand when he saw this scene, and the thousands of broken swords in the air suddenly seemed to lose their strength, and they fell from the air with a crackle.

Although he couldn't summon the black broken sword in his hand, he still separated it from the rest of the hilt.

And when Lu Zhuo walked towards the pitch-black broken sword, Lu Zhuo suddenly said in the green pothos in the sea: "I feel the breath of other artifacts, there are artifacts nearby!"

At the same time, the green pothos also came out of Lu Zhuo's sea of knowledge, and after standing on Lu Zhuo's shoulder and looking around, his gaze was fixed on the pitch-black broken sword.

"That's her! This spirit is very badly injured, she has been sleeping, she just woke up, she looks very confused"

Lu Luo looked at the pitch-black broken sword in front of her, and said with a rather solemn gaze: "It seems that her master is already dead, otherwise she wouldn't even have broken her body." ”

Lu Zhuo nodded slightly, he had already arrived at the side of the pitch-black broken sword at this moment, and directly reached out to hold the pitch-black broken sword, and at this moment, a huge memory poured into Lu Zhuo's mind.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the master of the sword domain was still the Junzi Sword, and the swordsmanship of the Junzi Sword was different from the attack and killing of other sword cultivators, and the stronger of the Junzi Sword was illusion, so the Junzi Sword dominated the Sword Domain has always been taboo by the sword cultivation of some sword domains.

And around 10,000 years ago, an organization called Jianmen arose in the Sword Domain, and it was naturally the banner of sword cultivation, and it also attracted the attention of Junzijian when it was usually developed, but the mastery of Junzijian did not get rid of Jianmen, but let Jianmen develop.

The Gentleman's Sword Palm Sect said that it is not bad that a hundred schools of thought in the sword domain are contending.

Because the strength of the Junzi Sword Sect is extraordinary, it was also peaceful for a while, but after a while, the situation changed, and the strength of the Sword Sect increased by leaps and bounds, and even gradually clashed with the Junzi Sword.

And after just a few decades of conflict, the Junzi Sword became more and more declining, and at the last moment, the Junzi Sword Sect made a decision, divided more than ten descendants to Xihe Niuzhou and Beiju Luzhou to continue their lives, and also gave the children of their most proud disciples to a local ordinary family in the Sword Domain.

After arranging the aftermath, the sword gate knocked on the door, and finally the gentleman's sword was destroyed, and the sword gate dominated the sword domain, and now it has been thousands of years.

These memories were extremely huge, and even Lu Zhuo felt a little swollen in his head, and he shook his head a few times before recovering.

Looking down at the pitch-black broken sword in his hand again, Lu Zhuo had a different feeling.

"I'm afraid this is the sword of the gentleman's sword master, called the Sword of the Cutting Dao. ”

"That master of the sect sees that he has at least a return to the void in his memory, and now the head of the Sword Gate is just a person who has transformed into a god and cultivated, it seems that there must be other things in the Sword Gate!"

Lu Zhuo pulled out the Dao Sword from the top of the mountain, and at the same time, he also felt the spirit in the Dao Sword.

This is a broken sword, but the spirit of the sword is damaged, and the spirit of the sword stands quietly in the sword, her eyes closed.

"I can't see anything. As if sensing Lu Zhuo's peeping, the Sword Spirit spoke, "But I can feel that you are not the person I am waiting for." ”

The machine spirit who spoke was a little girl carved in pink, her eyes were closed, and her face did not have a trace of expression.

"I don't care if you're waiting for anyone, now that I see it, it's mine!"

Hearing what the Dao Chopping Sword Spirit said, Lu Zhuo sneered and directly put the Dao Chopping Sword into the sword cultivation glove.

Even though the Dao Sword struggled in every way, and even wanted to get out of Lu Zhuo's hand and want to escape, he was still accepted by the Sword Cultivator.

Not long after Lu Zhuo put down the Dao Sword, there was a sound of breaking the air behind him, and then Liu Bai appeared on Lu Zhuo's side.

"Brother, when did you break through this illusion?" Liu Bai looked at Lu Zhuo with a shocked look on his face.

"It wasn't long ago. Lu Zhuo said with a smile.

"Alas!" Liu Bai sighed, and said helplessly: "I have long known the illusion of entering the bronze gate, this is also the unique illusion of the Gentleman's Sword, which can reflect a self, as long as you kill this self, you can come out of the illusion, in the past, it was used by the Gentleman's Sword to select elite disciples, and I wasted some time, but I didn't expect you to come out before me." ”

"Accept it, I've practiced some illusions before, so I'll come out quickly. Lu Zhuo said with a sloppy look.

Liu Bai was surprised, and after praising it, he didn't say anything about it, but looked at the sword mound that had just been sucked by Lu Zhuo's palm.

"These are all magic weapons! It's a pity! But they're all destroyed!"

Liu Bai regretted it, shook his head and walked towards the depths.

"There must be a Dao system left behind in the Junzi Sword, and the Sword Gate has its own Dao system, and it can't get the Dao system of the Junzi Sword. ”

Liu Bai walked towards the Junzi Sword ruins in front of him, the mighty ruins are quite huge, there is a space formation on the top of the mountain, so that the ruins are more than tens of thousands of zhang wide, Liu Bai walked directly towards the center of the ruins.

And Lu Zhuo did not enter the ruins, but appreciated the sword intent on the top of the mountain.

A few days later, Liu Bai walked out of the ruins, and saw Lu Zhuo sitting on the top of the mountain, his face was a little confused, but after Liu Bai also sat down, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"No wonder I couldn't find the inheritance of the Junzi Sword after searching for days, it turned out to be in this heaven and earth!"

Liu Bai looked overjoyed, and sat down to carefully comprehend the sword intent between heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground not far away, and gradually many phantoms of Edgeworth converged towards the two.

These phantoms of the Edgeworth are all Gentleman Sword disciples who were active here tens of thousands of years ago, although their cultivation is not the pinnacle of true excellence, but their obsession is too strong, so they exist in this world.

After a full month, Lu Zhuo opened his eyes, and there was a thin film in his body, which also broke through in an instant, Lu Zhuo's eyes became extremely sharp, and a phantom ten thousand feet high slowly rose behind his body.

"It seems to have turned into a god. ”

(End of chapter)