"Kong Ming Zhenren enters the Tao with a sword, and he is a kendo master who is unique in ten thousand! The swordsmanship of the real person is completely different from the swordsmanship of the Eastern Wilderness Imperial Sword Villa!"

"The most significant point is that the sword path of the Imperial Sword Villa has reached the Yuan Shen Realm, and there is still a natal primordial god in the sea of knowledge, but after the sword path of the Kongming real person reaches the Yuanshen realm, what is bred in the sea of knowledge is the natal sword embryo, which means that the primordial god of the Kongming real person is a flying sword!"

"When I carved the statue of a real person in Kongming, I involuntarily instilled the sword qi contained in the real person into the ice sculpture. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"In addition, my own ice and snow Hanmei artistic conception also has a unique sword technique, guided by the sword intent of Kong Ming Zhenren, and I have also injected it into the ice sculpture. ”

Sikong Xingxing's explanation was very clear, Fang Lin nodded secretly, and replied very simply: "I understand, and I am willing to accept the punishment." ”

"Ice sculptures containing two kinds of sword intent are rare, and the destroyer must pay a corresponding price. Kong Ming Zhenren glanced at the audience and said.

The others present immediately lowered their heads, and only Chu Xingtian, Mo Weiwei, and Zhao Chongyang had a strange light in their eyes.

"I'll take you to the Burial Sword Pool!"

With a wave of his right hand, a sword aura that seemed to be like a vine wrapped around Fang Lin and flew into the air as everyone looked up.

Liu Bang's face was gloomy, although his strength was not as good as Kong Ming's real person, but losing face in public also made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Old man Sikong, I'll go first!I've promised Fang Lin, so I'm going to go to the Riot Star Sea to help him take care of the Cangming faction!"

Watching Liu Bang's figure disappear into the sky like a meteor, Sikong Xingxing sighed: "Yu Zheng, let's choose a day for the trial!"

Under Yu Zheng's orders, everyone returned to their own families or divisions, but the name Fang Lin was remembered by them.

Chu Xingtian walked quickly, walked quickly to Zhao Chongyang, and said with a smile: "Brother Chongyang, how about drinking two cups together?"

Zhao Chongyang's expression was cold, indifferent to Chu Xingtian's invitation, and said lightly: "Brother Chu Mingjian, let's talk about it another day!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Chongyang turned around and left, his figure was chic and free, highlighting the arrogance and indifference of the younger generation.

"Chu Xingtian, this is the sixth time that Zhao Chongyang has been rejected, right?" Mo Weiwei said with a smile on her face.

"Is it the sixth time? I really haven't paid attention to it!Brother Chongyang is still as indifferent as ever!" Chu Xingtian shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Chongyang is a well-known freak in Drifting Snow City, who is ruthless, but has a high talent in the path of cultivation, and is known as a genius of cultivation.

At the age of fourteen, he was promoted to the Dao Realm, at the age of seventeen, he entered the Dao Realm Six Heavens, and now at the age of twenty-two, he is still the Sixth Heaven of the Dao Realm.

For six years, there was no progress, shocking all the families and sects in Drifting Snow City, and the original cultivator genius had actually encountered a realm obstacle.

The so-called realm obstacle means that when you advance to the next level, you will encounter an inexplicable barrier that hinders the promotion of the cultivator.

Chu Xingtian watched Zhao Chongyang's sturdy figure disappear into the street, shook his head helplessly, and then looked at Mo Weiwei beside him, who was even more helpless.

Mo Weiwei is also a genius in Drifting Snow City, and she is the pride of the Mo family, since she cultivated, she has been promoted all the way without encountering the slightest realm barrier.

The Seventh Heaven of the Dao Realm, who was only eighteen years old, also made Mo Weiwei the proud daughter of the heavens in Drifting Snow City, and was admired and sought after by countless young heroes.

"Don't you want to invite me to a drink or two?" Mo Weiwei's eyes were pure, and her smile was full.

Chu Xingtian's face instantly stiffened, and he quickly reacted and said, "Why not? It is also an honor for Chu to have two drinks with Miss Weiwei." ”

The area of one hundred and sixty miles north of Drifting Snow City is the Valley of the Buried Sword, where the Kongming real person of the kendo master lives for a long time, and everyone knows about it for thousands of miles.

The Valley of the Buried Sword is formed by the intersection of two steep mountain peaks, and the sword qi in the valley is vertical and horizontal, and it is the best place to practice swordsmanship.

It is rumored that the Burial Sword Valley is a canyon formed by a sword fairy falling with a sword, and a sword becomes a valley, and the locals often become a sword valley.

As far as the eye can see, the trees in the valley are towering into the sky, the branches are influenced by the sword qi in the valley, and there is also a nameless sword intent wandering among the leaves.

"This is the Burial Sword Valley!" Kong Ming Zhenren said coldly to Fang Lin.

Fang Lin looked around, carefully looked at the structure and environment of the Burial Sword Valley, and actually said with a smile: "The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and there is the atmosphere of ten thousand swords returning to the sect. ”

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

Kong Ming Zhenren glanced at Fang Lin deeply, and said in a stiff tone: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, it's not just talking. ”

"If you are too worried, there will always be a chance to see it!" Fang Lin said disapprovingly.

A pure white sword qi shot out from between Kong Ming Zhenren's fingers, and suddenly a light blue long sword flew out from the depths of the Burial Sword Valley.

"Take him to the Burial Sword Pool! He will not be allowed to be released for a year, whether he lives or dies!" commanded Kong Ming Zhenren.

The light blue long sword shook slightly, emitting a light blue circle of light, rolling up the square forest and flying towards the depths of the Burial Sword Valley.

"If you can stay in the Burial Sword Pool for a year and not die, it can be regarded as your luck, and if you are devoured by the sword spirit, you will be to blame. ”

The Burial Sword Pond is at the bottom of the Burial Sword Valley, as if it is a naturally formed pool, but it is full of all kinds of long swords, with uneven levels of breadth and thickness.

As soon as Fang Lin entered it, he felt an invisible sword array enveloping the Burial Sword Pool, filled with a lot of killing intent in it.

"The Burial Sword Pool! It is worthy of being the tomb of the sword!" Fang Lin put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth in the Burial Sword Pond with confidence.

Pure Yang Sword Intent, Pure Yin Sword Intent, Killing Sword Intent, Death and Lifeless Sword Intent, all kinds of sword intents emerge in an endless stream, floating freely in the burial sword pool.

Looking around at the array of spirit swords, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of Fang Lin's mouth, maybe being trapped here is not a bad thing.

Carefully laying out a defensive array, Fang Lin began to cultivate to recover from his injuries.

The Burial Sword Pond can be described as a natural retreat place, with a murderous sword aura, except for Kong Ming Zhenren, I am afraid that no one dares to break in without permission.

Closing his eyes and pinching the spiritual technique, the spiritual energy around the Burial Sword Pool began to gather rapidly towards Fang Lin.

All the converging spiritual qi was mixed with different types of sword intent, surging towards Fang Lin's body.

Like a hundred rivers and seas, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, from where they come from, where they go.

The aura that was integrated into the limbs and hundreds of remains, as if the long-drought earth had encountered timely rain, and suddenly the whole person instantly became smart.

Countless Dao Dao aura is like countless swimming fish swimming in the body, nourishing the body bit by bit, enhancing Fang Lin's sturdy physique.

At the same time, the green lotus in Fang Lin Zhihai is also growing rapidly, and the turquoise leaves are as bright and moving as jade.

The people of Kongming Dao are pregnant with their own name sword embryos, and Fang Lin's knowledge of the sea is pregnant with their natal blue lotus.

Under Fang Lin's deliberate control, the aura gathered from the body was integrated into the sea of knowledge, providing a steady stream of spiritual power.

I don't know how long it took for Fang Lin to slowly open his eyes, with a satisfied look on his face.

"There are six or seven days at most, and you will be cured!"

Fang Lin smiled, he was simply too satisfied with the place where the Burial Sword Pool was rich in spiritual energy, and it was not inferior compared to a high-grade spiritual vein.

Suddenly, a black broken sword attracted Fang Lin's attention, the sword body was dark, the fracture was rusty, and the traces of erosion of time were too serious.

Fang Lin stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out, something shocked him happened: he used all his strength, and the broken sword still didn't move at all.

"Don't waste your thoughts, even if I can't pull out that broken sword!"