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The dust kept falling, like snow, and in the blink of an eye, it paved a thick layer on the road.

A high-pitched sword roar rang out.

The last word is completed.

On all the handwriting, there is a flow of brilliance, exuding a dazzling light, as if there is life, completely alive.

Li Qifeng's expression suddenly showed a trace of shock, from the brilliance of his self, he felt a strong pressure, the edge of the meaning is pressing.

There is a peculiar charm in every word.

Under careful feeling, every word is full of sharpness and powerful sword intent.

Mo Wentian's body slowly fell.

The body trembled slightly, and a drop of blood was slowly dripping from the fingers of his right hand.

Yan Shan's expression showed a hint of shock.

The stone wall is inscribed with a personal name, and the inscription is Mo Wentian's name, compared with other names, Mo Wentian's name has a hint of red.

"Some people choose to engrave their names on stone to be immortal, but the world forgets him, some people are unknown, but the world remembers that he was a disciple of the Sword Sect when he leveled the mountains and splattered countless blood, even if the world has completely forgotten them, but I remember, because that is the mission I gave them. ”

Mo Wentian's tone was extremely calm.

Li Qifeng took a deep breath, and Yuan Hong jumped out of the scabbard.

Sword aura surged.

In an instant, a line of handwriting jumped out.

"The glory of the Sword Sect is immortal. ”

Mo Wentian's eyes looked at Li Qifeng, a hint of a smile slowly revealed, and above his fingers, Qing Feng flowed, exuding a faint sharp sword aura.

"Come out and look like a king with his head shrunk!"

Mo Wentian's tone was very calm.

Li Qifeng and Yan Shan's expressions suddenly froze.

The creaking of the wheels of the carriage was heard, and Ling Konghan drove the carriage slowly appeared.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of puzzlement.

Mo Wentian's expression was even more smiling.

"Come out with the Crazy Sword!"

Another word.

On Mo Wentian's fingers, Qingfeng circulated even faster, and suddenly burst out, fleeting, and disappeared into the dense forest.

Frightened by countless birds, swept into the sky.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded rapidly.

A figure came in the air, carrying a huge sword box, and after carrying it with both hands, there was a trace of unruliness in his expression, and there was a trace of fierce killing intent in his arrogant eyes.

"Don't ask the sky, it's been a long time!"

The old man of the sword whispered.

Mo Wentian showed a smile in his expression, stared at the old man with a sword, and said, "It's been a long time!"

The old man stood in front of Mo Wentian and said, "Mo Wentian, you have repeatedly wanted to invite me out, are you going to give me the famous sword in Li Qifeng's hand?"

Mo Wentian's expression was even more smiling, with a hint of playfulness, and said, "There are so many daydreamers in broad daylight. ”

The old man of the crazy sword walked a few steps slowly, and said in a flat tone: "Everyone in the world knows that my old man is crazy about the sword. Back then, I carried the thirteen swords to the Sword Sect, trying to compare them with the three famous swords hidden in the sword mound, but one sword completely destroyed the thirteen swords I brought, and there was no mercy at all. Now I have collected eighteen handles, among which the anvil collected in the land of the desert north, the most powerful in the Yingzhou of the endless East China Sea, and the other sixteen handles are not much different, I want you to appreciate and appreciate it today. ”

Mo Wentian nodded, a smile appeared in his expression, and said: "When you destroyed your thirteen swords, in order to break the demon barrier in your heart, you have been pursuing the sword in your hand to be strong enough, but you have never thought about improving your cultivation, the path of martial arts cultivation, you have gone a fork." ”

The old man put the sword box in front of him and said, "Hypocrisy, all this is just your excuse. ”

Mo Wentian did not argue again.

The sword case opens.

The sound of the ringing suddenly ended, and the sword qi was like a dragon, soaring straight into the sky, with endless edges.

The next moment.

The eighteen swords all swept into the air, the tip of the sword pointed at Mo Wentian from afar, and the violent sword qi around them overflowed, exuding a cold glow.

"Please enjoy. ”

The old man made an inviting gesture.

Mo Wentian's expression was even more smiling, and he slowly walked a few steps, his gaze swept over the eighteen swords arranged in the void.

Slowly shook his head.

The old man with an obsessive sword looked angry and said, "Isn't it a good sword?"

Mo Wentian let out a sigh and said, "Swords are all good swords, but it's a pity that they fell into your hands and are a little buried." ”

The old man with the sword suddenly smiled and said, "Whether it is buried or not, but you have the final say, I think that the ten thousand swords hidden in the sword mound of the Sword Sect are the real burial." ”

Mo Wentian looked at the crazy sword and said, "Those swords are willing to inhabit the sword mound. ”

There was a sneer in the expression of the crazy sword, and he said: "Since hypocrisy is that those swords are willing to perch, then why is the formation in the sword mound running all the time, and it is difficult for even a fly to fly out." ”

Mo Wentian looked at the old man who was obsessed with the sword, and said seriously: "Whether you believe it or not, those swords have absolute freedom in the sword shrine, and they can come out of the sword shrine at any time. ”

The old man with a cold face, looked at Mo Wentian, and said, "I don't want to argue with you about those who came today, I am for Li Qifeng." ”

"It's for the sword in my hand, right?"

Li Qifeng said indifferently.

The old man with the sword showed a smile in his cold expression, and said, "These ten famous swords belong to the people of the world, if you can take them, then I can also win them." ”

Li Qifeng smiled and said, "You also forcibly captured these eighteen swords under such an excuse, right?"

Crazy Sword nodded.

"These eighteen swords are ownerless, because their original owners are long dead. The foolish sword said in a cold tone: "Now I will have twenty swords." ”

Li Qifeng stared at the Crazy Sword.

Crazy Jian's gaze looked at Li Qifeng.

Mo Wentian's body moved slightly, blocking in front of Li Qifeng, and his calm gaze met the old man who was obsessed with the sword, and said, "Don't bury the famous sword anymore." ”

The old man's expression suddenly became hideous.

Above the eighteen swords, the fierce power continued to emanate, and the sword qi was like a tide, rolling over.

"I'll behead you hypocritical and obstructive creature first. ”

A cold tone came out.

The eighteen swords arranged in the void volleyed down, turning into eighteen streamers, and countless sparks were flashing out in the void.

Mo Wentian smiled.

There was indifference in his expression.

"Here comes the sword!"

A whisper came out.

The next moment.

Yuanhong came out of the sheath and fell into his hands.