"Boy, time is running out, so I'll make a long story short......" The man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Huangfu Xiujian's expression was solemn, and he began to listen carefully to the man's introduction of himself.

"My name is Si Langjun, I am the third-generation lord of this Sword Pavilion Mansion, and I cultivated to reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Silkworm Realm during my lifetime, but unfortunately I failed to fall after the tribulation, it is really a little ridiculous, right?" ......the man said and laughed awkwardly.

Huangfu Xiujian looked at the man in disbelief, but he didn't expect that he was the one with the highest cultivation among the previous masters of the Sword Pavilion Mansion-Si Langjun!

Huangfu Xiujian has also heard a lot of rumors, saying that the master of the Si Lang Jun Mansion cultivated to reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Silkworm Realm during his lifetime, and also led the Sword Pavilion Mansion to the peak, at that time, the Sword Pavilion Mansion was very strong, so strong that even the country had to look at its color!

It's just a pity that Si Langjun failed in the tribulation and fell into the sky...... This incident completely damaged the vitality of the Sword Pavilion Mansion.

Everyone in the palace was sad, and they also lost in the later sect competition, and gradually fell to the bottom of the current high-class sects in the Mohan Kingdom.

"At that time, I was in retreat in order to reach the Holy Realm, but something happened during the retreat, so I couldn't survive the tribulation...... Alas, I also have some understanding of the current Sword Pavilion Mansion, and I blame me for being too greedy at the beginning. Si Langjun said with a sigh.

However, Huangfu Xiujian captured the key: "What is the situation?"

This is a suspicious point, it stands to reason that Si Langjun's strength was extremely strong at the beginning, and a small thunder tribulation could not help him, but the final result was that the tribulation failed.

"This ...... It's futile to talk to you now, don't say it......" Si Langjun's face was angry, and then calmed down again, and the scene at that time kept coming to his mind, although he was angry but helpless in his heart.

"Then let me ask one last question, Mansion Master, how long ago did you fall?" Huangfu Xiujian saw that Si Langjun's figure was only above the neck.

"Seven hundred years ago!" Si Langjun pondered for a while, and at the last moment when his head disappeared, he said the last few words, and then turned into a ray of white light and floated to the side of the stairs.

Seven hundred years?

Huangfu Xiujian is very sensitive to this number.

A few days ago, Shui Yuntian said that her Shuiyun Immortal Sect was destroyed seven hundred years ago, and the one who destroyed her sect was the undead clan who was related to Wen Zhi who was plotting against her! Si Langjun's failure to cross the tribulation was also seven hundred years ago, which made Huangfu Xiujian puzzled.

Is Si Langjun's fall also related to the undead clan?

"Wen Zhi!" Huangfu Xiujian thought of this, and couldn't help but roar in a low voice of resentment.

"Master ......" felt the change in the mentality of the emperor Fu cultivating the sword, and Ling'er couldn't help but speak.

Hearing Ling'er's anxious inquiry, Huangfu Xiujian exhaled, calmed down, and continued to step up the stairs to the fifth floor.

He shouldn't fall into the whirlpool of hatred now, what he has to do now is to improve his strength, whether it is to improve his cultivation or comprehend the sword intent, he must be canonized again, so that he is qualified to avenge himself and Shui Yuntian!

Stepping on the fifth floor, Huangfu Xiujian looked around, but it was still the same as before, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the remnant sword was piercing the ground, and it didn't look spectacular.

It may be that after passing through the fourth layer, Huangfu Xiujian's perception of sword intent has become more refined, and he can now clearly feel the strong sword intent around him, and looking at those remnant swords inserted into the ground, Huangfu Xiujian's heart actually gave birth to a trace of compassion - they used to be battle-hardened soldiers with their masters!

'Kill-'......

Suddenly, just when Huangfu was grieving his sword, a deafening shout of killing came from his ears, which was extremely real.

In the blink of an eye, Huangfu Xiujian glanced around again, and when he turned around, a scene that surprised him appeared, there were tens of thousands of iron armor behind him, each of them was fully armed, holding a broken sword in his hand, staring at Huangfu Xiujian.

"Hiss-" Huangfu Xiujian was stunned, and couldn't help but gasp, this shouldn't be the test of the fifth layer, right?

Just thinking about it, those iron armors began to murmur in their mouths, and then approached the emperor's sword cultivation step by step!

Huangfu Xiujian was stunned by this scene, this is tens of thousands of iron armor, his "Sword Mang" has not yet been completed, and even Xiaocheng is not counted, how can he deal with tens of thousands of iron armor?

'Boom!boom!boom......' The sonorous sound of stepping on the ground made the iron armor imposing like a rainbow, and the Huangfu Xiu sword was alone, and the two formed a sharp contrast.

"What does this have to do with sword intent!" Huangfu Xiujian couldn't help but scold, could it be that he wanted to die here?

Tens of thousands of ironclad troops, the strong people of the non-sealing spell realm can break it, and he is only worthy of the second spirit realm, how can he be the enemy?

[Martial Arts Level: One Moment Realm, Two Spirit Realm, Three Star Realm, Four Combination Realm, Yuan Infant Realm, Sealing Spell Realm, Guiding Thunder Realm, Golden Silkworm Realm, Sealing Holy Realm. Each of the great realms has these small realms: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the small consummation, and the great consummation. 】

"Inch Sword Casting Shadow!" In desperation, Huangfu Xiu Jian still wanted to give it a try.

"Go!" The two sword shadows that were differentiated stabbed towards the iron armor in the distance under the command of Huangfu Xiujian.

'Ding-' The shadow of the sword stabbed into the body of one of the iron armors, and it snapped with a crisp sound!

Huangfu Xiujian saw this scene, and his brows were also tightly locked, he didn't expect that the armor on the ironclad army was so hard, and the sword shadow couldn't hurt it at all, so it seemed that he was doomed to defeat?

"Master, don't worry, in my opinion, these are just illusions produced by ten thousand broken swords!" Ling'er said at this time.

Illusion?

"That's right, these remnant swords have been buried here for many years, and they have long been born with the feeling of missing their masters, just like ...... Just like Ling'er back then, and every iron armor that the master saw was the owner of a broken sword before his death!" Ling'er explained quite reasonably.

Huangfu Xiujian nodded, and looked at the iron armor in the distance without so much fear, but instead had a trace of pity: "It turns out that they are the same as me...... But how do you break it?"

Hearing Huangfu's rhetorical question about sword cultivation, Ling'er first pondered for a while, and then said: "Since it is the idea of a broken sword, the master should also use his mind to crack it." ”

The thought in Ling'er's mouth is sword intent.

Huangfu Xiujian nodded, he chose to believe in Ling'er, and then put the Xuanyun Golden Sword into the sheath, his eyes slightly closed, and he sat cross-legged.

In an instant, a powerful thought burst out of the body of the Emperor Fu Xiujian, and rushed straight to the iron armor not far away.

After the sword intent of Huangfu Xiujian was submerged into the ironclad army, there was no change, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer buried in the sword tomb.

And the Xuanyun Golden Sword in his hand was also gone, and the two armies were facing each other around, and no one noticed the sudden appearance of the Huangfu Cultivation Sword.

"This ......" Huangfu Xiujian looked at the fighting soldiers dumbfounded, and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

Obviously, he still felt the sword intent in the burial sword tomb, but in the blink of an eye, he came to such a place.

Isn't it possible to be reborn and cross again?

"The host...... The master ...... suddenly, Ling'er's voice drifted into the ears of Huangfu Xiujian from time to time, but then disappeared.

No, he didn't cross over, everything around him seemed to be real, but in fact?

Huangfu Xiujian thought about it, and walked towards a soldier.

After the soldier eliminated his opponent, he found that Huangfu Xiujian had walked towards him with a righteous face, tilting his head, obviously very puzzled.

Then the soldier roared and waved the short sword in his hand, pointing it directly at the right arm of the emperor's sword.

'Pss

"Ah——h

It's not fake, it's real!

The noisy shouts around him, and the sharp pain in his arm, went straight to Huangfu Xiujian's heart, "This, this is definitely not an illusion!" Huangfu Xiujian secretly regretted it in his heart.

Without his right arm, how can he make a sword by himself?

If you lose your right arm, your strength will be reduced by at least half, and if you want to be canonized in the future, it will be more difficult than ever!

"Hehe......" The soldier looked at the Huangfu Xiu Sword rolling all over the ground, and his face showed mockery.

Raise the short sword to give the emperor one last blow to the sword.

But a sudden change occurred - in the blink of an eye, the blue sky became extremely dark, and then there was a gust of wind, lightning and thunder.

The soldier's movements slowed down, and it was this slowdown that allowed Huangfu Xiujian to survive.

In an instant, countless white bone skeletons rose from the ground, biting people when they saw them, and their lower mouths hit the point fiercely!

Many soldiers were sucked clean in an instant, turned into dry bones and fell to the ground, including the soldier who wanted to kill the emperor and cultivate his sword.

Huangfu Xiujian looked at the soldier who had fallen in front of him in disbelief and had turned into white bones, his eyes were full of horror, he didn't expect this to happen!

After all the soldiers died, the white bone skeletons that came in by the third party did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and when they saw the living, they were sucking flesh and blood, and the scene was bloody and abnormal, but the emperor survived by repairing the sword.

'Quack ......' was done, and the bones and skeletons burrowed into the ground again, and the sky returned to normal as if nothing had changed, and all that was left was the white bones all over the ground and the remaining remnants of the sword......

Huangfu Xiujian gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his right arm and got up from the ground, scanning the surroundings with horror in his eyes.

"What the hell are these bone skeletons, they can suck human flesh in the blink of an eye, and there is nothing left!"

Huangfu Xiujian's heart twitched, this kind of scene was even more weird and bloody than killing the enemy in his previous life!

Holding back his churning stomach, Huangfu Xiu Jian took steps to walk around this ancient battlefield at will, and his spirit began to become confused.

Huangfu Xiujian lost too much blood due to the broken arm, and his lips began to lose blood, and it was noon, and the sun was extremely hot, which made the already weak Huangfu Xiujian feel even more tired, and his consciousness gradually blurred......