Nangong Fan saw through it at a glance, and this Sword God Mountain was surrounded by dense formations.

Sure enough, under normal circumstances, no one could get close to this place, which was enshrined as a sacred mountain by the Sword God Continent.

Of course, this point is not used for Nangong Fan today, as long as he is willing, even the heaven-level formation will not block his pace at all. What's more, most of the people in front of him who are all under the Sword God Mountain are not heaven-level formations.

"This formation has a bit of meaning. ”

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose, perhaps because this continent respected the sword, even the formation was contaminated with a lot of sword intent, and the offensive nature was on a higher level.

After hesitating, he didn't choose to break in.

Now that most of the forces of the human race in the Qiqi Continent have united to resist the enemy, they still have to give a few points of face.

The body slowly descended, touching the ground and taking a step.

The mountain gate is wide, and the word "sword god" is written on it, and the three roads stretch after it.

The middle is "falling snow", the left is "Shu Mountain", and the right is "drifting wind".

On the Sword God Continent, the three most powerful sects are crowded together on this mountain. Even if it is watching and helping each other, it is also because no one obeys anyone, and they do not want the holy mountain to fall.

There are even several major sects in the mountain range next to it, in short, the Sword God Mountain Range almost includes seven or eight tenths of the top forces and powerhouses in the Sword God Continent.

The Falling Snow Sword Sect is where the sword gods of this generation are, and their strength has reached perfection.

As for Shushan...

Nangong Fan raised his steps and walked towards the road on the left.

Last time Liwei, Xu Nian, the contemporary head of Shushan, happened to break into the muzzle of the gun, and Nangong Fan killed him strongly, and the contradictions between them could not be reconciled. If the Shushan Sword Sect didn't know how to raise it at this time, he wouldn't mind spending a lot of time to make this hidden danger as completely clear as the Heavenly Gate.

In the world of cultivators, this is often the case. There is no right or wrong at all, it can only be said that Xu Nian's life is not good, and it has also caused great disasters to Shushan.

The mountain road is deep and seemingly undefended.

This is actually the reason why too many strong people are gathered in the Dust Dao Continent, otherwise, with the strength of the Shushan Sword Sect, how could they send a realm cultivator to sit in the mountain gate, but now it is completely shrinking, and the entire sect may have only one realm cultivator to guard.

Nangong Fan gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and an iron door appeared in front of him.

The two big words "Shushan" are so dazzling.

"This should be Shushan, the lowest card hand, right?" Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows.

Think about Shushan in the main continent, just these two words can make people look sideways.

"Knock knock. ”

Nangong Fan knocked heavily on the iron door. Now he has taken every step extremely politely, and he has not relied on his strength to overwhelm others.

"Who?"

A voice rang out from behind the iron door.

"Nangong Fan came to worship the mountain and wanted to go to the top of the mountain to visit the sword monument. Nangong Fan replied leisurely.

"Nangong Fan?" the person behind the door made a voice full of doubts, "Hmm, where do you seem to have heard this name?"

"I'm the one in the League today. Nangong Fan's eyebrows drooped slightly.

He knew that after Xu Nian's fall, the Shushan Sword Sect had not broken away from the alliance, and the high-level realm that had taken over the position of the head of the sect had suddenly converged a lot, and he even used the body of the head of the sect to serve as the escort of blood food...

Obviously, the new head is very witty, and he knows that Shushan, who has lost its pillars, the most important thing now is not to try to stabilize his position, but to hug the thighs of the various bigwigs in the alliance in order to have a chance of survival.

"Oh! It turned out to be an Allianceman. ”

"Squeak" sounded, and the iron door slowly opened.

The tip of Nangong Fan's nose frowned slightly, and he smelled a trace of extraordinary breath. The Shushan Sword Sect is worthy of being one of the three major sects of the Sword God Continent, and the air seems to be mixed with the smell of swords. Cultivating a sword here will be much easier than other places. If there is enough time, it is not difficult to hone the sword intent.

Of course, most of the sword intent that has been tempered in this is the lowest grade sword intent. The Shushan Sword Sect did not have a method of refining sword intent, and it was a great blessing for them to be able to comprehend sword intent out of nothing.

Behind the door was a handsome-looking young man with a long sword on his back and a fluttering robe.

He smiled and looked respectful, "Your Excellency, please show me your token." ”

Nangong Fan's face couldn't help but become strange, how could there be a reason to open the sect and show his identity certificate again? If he had bad intentions at this time, wouldn't he be able to act at will?

It seems that most of them are a young man who has not been baptized in the rivers and lakes...

Nangong Fan shook his head and casually threw out his token.

The young man hurriedly took the token, looked at it for a long time, a hint of pink appeared on his face, and said embarrassedly, "I can only be sure that you are from the Alliance." Why don't you come with me to see the elders of the sect?"

"Good. "Nangong Fan looked at the slightly higher place, green bamboos were thick, and the clouds and mist were shrouded.

He thought of the Shu Mountain in the Starry Sky Realm, and the murderous intent in his heart couldn't help but fade a lot. No matter what, Shushan also had a not very perfect encounter with himself, but if he got acquainted with Li Taibai, it could be regarded as extremely perfect.

This should be an extension of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect in the Nether Realm, right? It is not bad that it can develop to this point in three thousand years.

The young man closed the iron door, and the surroundings suddenly became quieter.

This sect seems to only have stone walls and iron gates, but in fact, the formation has already been opened, and if it breaks through, it will definitely be counterattacked.

The young man led the way, and the shy fellow, who didn't even know how to talk to the "guest", just hurried away without saying a word.

Nangong Fan felt interesting, and said with a smile at the beginning, "Have you comprehended the sword intent?"

The young man paused slightly, turned his flushed face, and seemed to show a trace of guilt, "I am not very talented, and I have never comprehended the sword intent. ”

If you say it yourself, you won't let a young person who is full of yearning for the future fall into it, right?

Nangong Fan was embarrassed, and opened his mouth to comfort, "This is really normal, I have come this way, and there are very few people I have seen who have comprehended the sword intent, and there are even fewer people who can make me look at it." It's not because you're not talented. ”

The young man's pupils flickered slightly, thoughtfully, "Is the senior also a sword cultivator?"

"Yes. Nangong Fan nodded and smiled.

"Bang!"

The young man fell to his knees.

In this process, Nangong Fan instinctively blocked it, but hesitated, this young man was too decisive, and knelt down.

However, Nangong Fan still staggered a few steps slightly, and did not bear this kneeling.

He frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Senior, the younger one has just been in the sect for nearly a hundred years, and he is still a disciple of the outer sect, and now there is no real master... The little ones want to worship their predecessors as teachers. ”

Nangong Fan's face became strange, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect want to worship themselves as teachers? What is this going to do? With a lift of his palm, his spiritual power surged, pulling the young man up from the ground, "I am not a member of the Shushan Sword Sect, how can there be such a reason?"

"I—" The young man was full of loss.

I am a person with a sect, and in a sense, I also have a master, and it is understandable that my predecessors acted like this.

"Alright. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to the Thousand Mountains Pavilion to find me. If I'm free, I'll help you out. ”

The young man nodded, and turned in silence to walk forward.

Soon, a large hall appeared in view.

"Senior, the elder is among them, and when I am younger, I will knock on the door first. The young man squeezed out an ugly smile.

Nangong Fan nodded, this little guy doesn't know himself, the elder will definitely know his existence, and it is even very likely that he will behead Xu Nian under the horse. I wonder what kind of attitude it will be?

He suddenly felt amused.

A rhythmic knock sounded.

After a while, a slightly old voice came from the hall.

The young man is passionate, nervous, and good at tackling tough problems, and the old man is calm and sitting, so that most of the strong people in the sect can be in order.

"Which little guy came to make the old man sleep again?"

"Elder Mao, the little one sails down. Adults from the alliance came to visit. He said respectfully.

"Sail down?" Elder Mao said in confusion, obviously not having heard of the name. There are more than five thousand sect disciples, and it is difficult for an extremely ordinary outer disciple to leave a deep impression in the elder's heart. "Who is it, and what is the matter?"

"It's Lord Nangong, and the little one has already led him at the door. ”

"Nangong?" a frightened voice sounded, followed by a rather strange voice.

It seemed that this Elder Mao was drinking water, and at this time he squirted out.

"Yes, it's Lord Nangong. "I vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

There was silence in the hall.

Nangong Fan clasped his hands to his chest and faced the iron gate of the main hall, smiling rather than smiling.

"Squeak"...

The iron door opened, revealing an old face full of wrinkles.

Elder Mao had a submissive smile on his face, and his whole face looked like a chrysanthemum. He ignored the flight next to him, his gaze locked on the equally young figure in front of him.

Get one’s dander up...

This man is indeed the god of killing!

Why did he come to my Shushan Sword Sect? Is he going to kill them all?

Elder Mao's thoughts were surging in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and suppressed the fear in his heart, "Lord Nangong, you want to come to my Sword Sect, why don't you say it in advance? ”

"It's just a coincidence. Nangong Fan's face was pale.

Elder Mao's heart then "poofed" and jumped, "What do you have to tell the adult? The little one will never shirk the slightest, and he will definitely do a beautiful job for the adult." ”

Nangong Fan sighed slowly, Elder Mao really knew who he was. However, it was obvious that the sword faction knew that it could not stop its edge at this time, so it chose to avoid the battle and admit it.

He instantly felt bored.

He said with a lack of interest, "I want to participate in the Sword Monument, let's arrange it!"

"Hey, what kind of arrangement do you have? My lord came to our small place to visit the Sword Monument, that is our honor. Elder Mao said with a scowling face.

"Okay. Nangong Fan had no murderous intent, and his face was full of indifference.

"My lord, follow me. Elder Mao made a "please" gesture.

"Now that the Sword Sect is in charge of Elder Mao alone, there must be a lot of things to deal with. Just let this sail take me there. Nangong Fan waved his hand.

"No, no, there are still a few Xuan Realm elders, and there won't be any chaos in the sect. What's more, just going up for a trip is not a troublesome thing. Elder Mao took a step.

Nangong Fan smiled faintly and raised his heels.

Walking on the sheep intestine path, a trace of intoxication flashed in Nangong Fan's pupils.

The closer he got to the sword monument, the more obvious the sword intent that permeated the surroundings, as if swimming in the sea of swords, making him, a sword cultivator, feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that the sword monument here is more than a grade stronger than the Starry Sky Realm.

This is normal, and a cultivator's talent and understanding are not immutable. If you compare a Yellow Realm cultivator to the Realm, you're completely bullying people. If the profound sword tablet is placed in the starry sky realm, it is completely bullying, even if Nangong Fan at the beginning has no possibility of enlightenment.

Elder Mao turned his head slightly, wanting to say something, but looking at his appearance, he already understood that this Tianjiao, who had reached the first realm of invincibility the fastest in history, had been regarded as the first Tianjiao by many people, and it really lived up to its reputation.

The pressure gradually grew, and a few drops of sweat appeared on Elder Mao's forehead. He didn't have any comprehension of sword intent now, and it was too difficult to move forward in such an environment.

However, there was a killing god behind him, and he still held on to his old body and continued to move forward. Even the first few times I wanted to visit the Sword Monument, I didn't work so hard.

Nangong Fan was completely immersed in the world he saw. From time to time, he whispered, "It turns out that this is the sword?"

"It turns out that this is the embodiment of sword intent?"

The black dragon sword behind his back, the edges of which were all converged in the scabbard, also trembled slightly at this time, emitting a crisp sword groan, faintly harmonizing with the surrounding environment.

Elder Mao's steps became more and more difficult, and under the constant spurring of the faint sword intent around him, he had even forgotten the existence of the killing god behind him, but there was a thought telling him to go straight to the top of the mountain.

Nangong Fan had unconsciously crossed Elder Mao's body, because he already had sword intent, he could completely ignore such pressure, and the hunger and thirst in his heart made him eager to see the true face of the sword tablet.

He also forgot the existence of Elder Mao as the guide, but at this moment, whether there is a guide or not is actually the same, as long as he follows the guidance of the sword intent, he will walk to the sword monument sooner or later.

All you can hear is the words that come out of his mouth.

"Not enough. ”

"It's not enough. ”

I don't know what Nangong Fan is talking about. It is very likely that the sword intent around him is not strong enough.

......

The top of the Sword God Mountain.

One of the steles is hidden by trees, and it looks unremarkable except for the slightly messy marks on it.

In fact, even this trace is nothing special if you just look at it. It's like the claw marks left by a wild beast as it passes by.

A slightly slender figure emerged in front of the stele.

He carried a long sword, walked with ease, and his eyebrows were full of hazy colors, as if he was intoxicated with his own world.

He came to the stele step by step, his confused eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at the messy marks on the stele, his face full of amazement.

"This is the sword, this is the sword intent, right?"

Out of vigilance, he glanced around, lest he be disturbed when he was here to comprehend the sword tablet, and there would be no place to cry.

The grass and trees around the sword monument are extremely lush, and the branches and leaves are even placed on the sword monument. However, these trees also seem to be a bit strange, the leaves are like swords, and even a little bit of sword intent is swirling, like loyal guards guarding the sword monument.

The ground is overgrown with weeds, and few people come here at first glance.

"It's a bit counterintuitive. ”

As soon as the chewing words in his mouth fell, he reacted to the reason, maybe most people couldn't come to this sword monument... The three major sects on the Sword God Mountain said that it was to protect the sword monument from being destroyed, and this lame reason is yet to be discussed. Most of them still want to dominate this sword monument, and they don't want others to comprehend what they can't comprehend.

Nangong Fan was too lazy to think about the filthiness, and with the protection of sword intent, he was also relieved, and he could put all his mind on the sword tablet.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two sword monuments is here.

Sword God Mountain, which is spreading sword intent outward all the time, and people who don't have a certain strength or comprehension can't get close to the sword monument at all, let alone comprehend it. It's no wonder that for so many years, only Xia Wan has truly fully understood the true meaning of the sword tablet.

If no one can easily approach the sword stele, based on the five thousand years of life span of the realm, it is not a matter at all to pile up two or three thousand years on this sword stele, and it is not impossible to comprehend the sword stele completely.

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan realized that something was wrong, those who could comprehend the sword stele, after seeing the benefits of the sword stele, how could they not get tired of being here? According to the records, the idea of the existence of the sword stele could not be studied at all, at least it was counted in 100,000 or millions of years. How can there be only one?

It should be that only one person can attract the attention of the Sword Pavilion, otherwise the cultivators here would not be unaware of the existence of the Shushan Sword Pavilion. This is the condition for Shushan Sword Pavilion to accept apprentices, and it has nothing to do with him.

Nangong Fan's eyes became more and more focused, and his mind was all converged.

Now in his eyes, there is nothing but this sword monument.

He just sat cross-legged in front of the sword stele, bathed in the baptism of sword intent, and began to comprehend the sword stele.

In just a quarter of an hour, Nangong Fan gradually got better.

Abruptly, an inconspicuous brilliance emerged, and Nangong Fan's eyes were filled with joy.

The brilliance drifted to the sky, and Nangong Fan's pupils moved with it, and he could vaguely find that the depths of his pupils gradually became hollow, which was somewhat similar to ordinary people who had lost their souls.

It seemed that Nangong Fan's mind had gone away from heaven and earth with that brilliance. All that was left was a stinking skin.

The brilliance is completely gone. Nangong Fan's body also lost his breath, as if a living dead person was standing here.

At this time, only the traces on the sword tablet were still showing their brilliance. At the same time, the sword intent around seemed to be even stronger.

It can be clearly seen that the branches and leaves of the trees are blown by the air current, and they are erected in the sound of swishing, completely revealing the sword stele.

The surroundings are full of all kinds of atmospheres, mysterious and weird.