On the top of the Burial Sword Mountain, Xue Qinghan stood up, the sword intent on his body diffused out, blending into the heaven and earth, faintly resonating with the endless sword intent between the entire heaven and earth, making the breath on Xue Qinghan's body even more ethereal, as if the whole person had disappeared from between heaven and earth, completely integrated into this side of the world, and turned into a part of the rules of the sword.

The flickering sword light in Xue Qinghan's eyes slowly converged, and the pair of eyes regained their calmness again, and their gaze turned to fall on the stone carvings on both sides of the stone steps, and then stayed slightly on the long sword on the stone statue's lap.

"From now on, don't get started, tsk, this tone is really proud, I don't know what kind of requirements you have to meet if you want to get started. Xue Qinghan smiled. On the stone platform where the stone statue sits, there are several large characters engraved with iron paintings and silver hooks, from which a faint kendo aura is revealed, which has not dissipated after the passage of time.

Those letterings look extremely cumbersome, not any kind of writing that Xue Qinghan knows, more like pictures, but under closer inspection, there is a wonderful feeling, as if these words are the most straightforward interpretation of the avenue, naturally releasing the rhyme of the Tao as if there is nothing. When people pass away, God has the sunset, only the great road lasts forever, the heaven and the earth collapse but the way is immortal.

The avenues are connected, although Xue Qinghan does not know these inscriptions, but understands its meaning from the artistic conception, these inscriptions are: Kendo from now on, mediocre people do not enter.

According to these inscriptions, isn't it true that all the people who have ever been here are mediocre people, and they don't even have the qualifications to enter the way of the sword? This made Dexue Qinghan have a strong interest in his rear, and with such a proud tone, what did the person who carved these words leave behind on the road behind?

Xue Qinghan turned around, his eyes glanced slightly at the three extra corpses on the stone steps below, and a small hole in the center of the corpse's eyebrows directly penetrated its skull, and a faint black aura floated out.

Xue Qinghan doesn't have much disgust for the people of this mercenary group, but he lacks good feelings, and he is a man who fights for the tiger, even if these people are not the deciders, but Xue Qinghan does not have that kind of pity. Speaking of which, Xue Qinghan has never defined himself as a good person, and of course, he asked himself if he should be considered a bad person.

"I'll go up and take a look first, I'm afraid it's more dangerous later, if you're not a sword cultivator, you don't have to follow." Xue Qinghan said to Dark Feather.

"Hmm. Dark Feather nodded and hesitated, lowered his voice a little, and continued, "Childe, be careful. ”

Xue Qinghan's figure, who turned around, paused slightly, a faint ripple flashed in his eyes, and then he calmed down, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he didn't look back, just nodded slightly: "Well, I will." ”

Xue Qinghan took a deep breath, and then stepped forward.

"Boom~"

Xue Qinghan's footsteps passed over the two stone statues, and the moment he was about to step on the stairs, he suddenly felt that the entire Burial Sword Mountain seemed to shake, and above the sky, the rich sword power fell down, countless remnant swords trembled, and the sword qi converged, forming an extremely powerful sword dao barrier in front of Xue Qinghan's body, blocking Xue Qinghan's body and preventing Xue Qinghan's footsteps from falling.

Not only that, but that force also had a strong sense of rejection towards Xue Qinghan, wanting to withdraw Xue Qinghanzhen. The sword qi roared, as if it was making a mocking sound, despising the mediocre people who had no entry qualifications, and the wanton sword light was cold and sharp, scorching the soul, and there was a feeling of wanting to tear it all over the body, and even the soul was full of a sense of crisis.

"Heh, it's really ruthless, is this planning to keep all the so-called mediocre people out?" Xue Qinghan felt this strong resistance, his eyes flashed, and he sneered, "It's a pity, this son doesn't think he is a mediocre person, and he is trying to stop me with such a sword qi?

Xue Qinghan drank softly, the sword light up and down his body was fierce, wisps of sword qi surrounded his body, and the sword intent rushed into the sky, and the cold light wanted to break through the sky and annihilate all obstacles.

"Poof!"

Faintly, there was a sound of the cloth brocade being torn apart, and the portal transformed by the sword qi was directly broken by Xue Qinghan, and a huge opening was split towards both sides. Xue Qinghan was surrounded by sword qi, and he stepped out in one step, passing through the torn sword curtain, and his footsteps really landed on the stone steps.

Xue Qinghan looked back, but found that there was a vast area behind him, and in one step, it seemed to have stepped into another world, isolating a space.

And the dark feather who had been watching Xue Qinghan's back in the outside world didn't find anything abnormal, in her eyes, Xue Qinghan just stepped up the stone steps, and nothing else. But Xue Qinghan, who had only taken a step, stopped there and did not move for a long time.

In front of Xue Qinghan's eyes was a pitch-black space, only a ray of light pierced the space and stretched forward, illuminating a way forward in the bewildering darkness, leading to the distance.

Xue Qinghan also discovered his own abnormality at this time, and clenched his fist, but Xue Qinghan found that he couldn't sense the existence of his own spiritual power at all, and only the sword qi was left in his body.

Is it a test? Kendo, so only the sword is used to judge the high and low?

Although the feeling of not having spiritual power makes people uncomfortable, after all, spiritual power is the foundation of all cultivation. However, Xue Qinghan didn't worry too much, the breath in the inscription made Xue Qinghan feel undisguised pride, it was the kind of arrogance that came from the bones, and people like this didn't have to worry about what kind of conspiracy they played. Because, their disdain, their self-confidence, so that they don't think about these things at all.

At this point, how can Xue Qinghan not be in his bones? How can he not be proud and confident? Since he was a child, he has been a real genius, and his comprehension is proud of everyone, and he has never met an existence that can make him look up to completely. There are even very few people of his generation who can be regarded by him, so he never fights with them because he is bored and has no sense of accomplishment.

Xue Qinghan's gaze swept across the space, and then he stepped forward, moving forward along the bright avenue without hesitation.

A moment later, Xue Qinghan stopped, and in his field of vision, a figure stood there in front of him, with his back to him, and a sword intent spread.

As if sensing the arrival of Xue Qinghan, the figure in front of him turned around, but his face was blurry, which made it difficult to see.

Xue Qinghan's brows moved slightly, under the power of the divine soul perception, he couldn't sense a trace of life breath from the other party, only the pure sword qi swirled around his body, as if the whole person was born from the condensation of sword qi, and the whole figure gave people a sword-like sharp feeling. At this time, the other party's breath was firmly locked on Xue Qinghan's body, cold without a trace of emotional fluctuations.

"Interesting, is that the case? Purely with sword intent? Let me understand it. ”

Xue Qinghan stepped out, the sword qi behind him roared, and the sword intent shrouded in front of him, colliding with the opponent's momentum. Xue Qinghan could vaguely feel that the figure in front of him was almost the same as his own cultivation realm, and there were no spiritual power fluctuations coming out of his body, so he thought that this was a means for the person who left this sword path stone step to use it.

The sword qi in his hand gathered, and a long sword was condensed and born, Xue Qinghan held the long sword in his hand, and with a step on his footsteps, he directly turned into a sword light and shot out, taking the initiative to meet the figure.

When they meet on a narrow road, the strong are born. Sword cultivation and sword cultivation, its people are like swords, and its way is also like swords, and swordsmen are indomitable.

Xue Qinghan stabbed out with a sword, a little cold light appeared, and then instantly turned into thousands of cold stars and shrouded forward, shooting out with the sharpest breath.

The sword light shrouded down, which was caused by the instantaneous point of thousands of swords, and the speed was extremely fast. And the figure formed by the condensation of the sword qi also condensed into a long sword, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, intertwined into an extremely dense sword net, which actually blocked all the sword rays of Xue Qinghan.

However, what followed was a silver-white sword light, and the power of space was pervasive, directly cutting the sword net and continuing to slash down. In this silent space, the sound of long swords clashing suddenly sounded, and the sword light rained down, flooding the void.

Until the moment, the long sword in Xue Qinghan's hand broke through the opponent's sword curtain and penetrated directly through the figure's chest, and then he saw that the figure turned into a little light and dissipated, and wisps of sword qi came towards Xue Qinghan, which was actually baptizing Xue Qinghan's sword intent, making his sword intent more pure and his sword qi more condensed.

Then Xue Qinghan continued to step out, and soon, another figure in front of him blocked there, and the sword aura was even more intense. The sword intent on Xue Qinghan's body exploded, and he stepped forward directly.

Xue Qinghan didn't know, he felt that he had gone a long way, but at this time, in the eyes of Dark Feather, he had only just taken a few steps, and with each stone step, his figure paused, and then on top of the step, the sword intent on his body seemed to be a little stronger.