Just as he was thinking, the Condor had already puffed its wings and stopped on the platform on the half-cliff.

Patting the Condor on the shoulder and jumping off the back of the Condor, Chen Jinyuan turned back to the Condor and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Diao!" ”

The Condor screamed, and the top of his bare head rubbed affectionately on Chen Jinyuan's chest, Chen Jinyuan smiled and began to check the surrounding environment.

The platform is about three or four zhang square, in fact, it is the same as the Wangxian Terrace in the mountain behind Chen Jinyuan's house, it is a big stone with a half-cliff protrusion, and there is a tablet erected at the edge of the stone platform, which is engraved with the big characters of "Sword Shrine" two dragons flying and phoenix dancing.

There are also two lines of small letters engraved next to it:

"The sword demon is alone and seeks defeat, and he is invincible in the world, but he is buried in the sword. Alack! The heroes are tied, the long swords are sharp, and they are sad! ”

There was infinite desolation and grandeur mixed between the words, Chen Jinyuan sighed, the kind of loneliness that is difficult to find opponents is something that he can't feel now.

The stone blocks on the sword mound were removed, revealing four rectangular stone pits that looked like tombs, but instead of people, they were buried.

Chen Jinyuan picked up the first sword on the right, and a row of small characters were engraved on the stone under the sword:

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the heroes of Heshuo."

The sword is four feet long, the sword body is shining, I don't know what kind of metal it is made of, after the vicissitudes of time, the sword body actually has no trace of rust, Chen Jinyuan took it in his hand and turned it upside down, at least more than five hundred pounds, so it was barely easy. The corner of his mouth smiled, "From now on, you will belong to me, and I will give you a name, just "Qingfeng". ”

The blade of the sword let out a sonorous sound, as if in response.

Looking at the second stone pit, there was a purple sword with two seals engraved on the hilt.

Chen Jinyuan's eyes lit up, and he lifted the sword, but he had some doubts in his heart, wasn't this crape myrtle soft sword thrown into the valley by Dugu for defeat, and then swallowed into the stomach by a python, and finally obtained by Yang Guo by mistake? How did it end up here? Could it be that Jin Daxia recorded it wrongly?

I remember that Xiaomeng once said that most of Jin Daxia's novels are compiled based on the history of the rivers and lakes and his own imagination, maybe it is really a mistake in the record.

The soft sword was in hand, light and fluttering, as soft as nothing, Chen Jinyuan's heart moved, and pure yang purple qi poured into the sword body.

"Khooth!"

The soft sword suddenly straightened, as if it was specially made for Zixia Divine Skill, the purple light of the sword body was scorching, and the pure yang purple qi complemented each other, and the tip of the sword swallowed a sword light more than a meter long.

Swish!

Swinging towards the cliff with his hand, a purple sword qi swept out, but what made Chen Jinyuan stunned was that the sword qi hit the cliff wall without making an imaginary earth-shattering explosion.

Is it just a façade?

Walking to the cliff, Chen Jinyuan was stunned, there was a long slit on the cliff, as thin as a hair, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it, and when you look at it, the slit is at least one meter deep. I secretly smacked my tongue in my heart, such a sharp sword qi, I wouldn't cut people in two with a single sword.

This sword is just right for Wang Jiaojiao, and Wang Jiao will also have Zixia magic skills, so she can naturally exert the power of this sword. Inserted the Ziwei soft sword into his waist and looked at the third pit, which contained Yang Guo's Xuantie heavy sword.

Chen Jinyuan reached out to lift the heavy sword.

"It's so heavy!"

Starting with the hilt of the sword, Chen Jinyuan didn't expect the heavy sword to be so heavy, so he made a lot of effort, but the sword body didn't move at all, and he almost flashed his waist. With all his strength raised, the sword body was finally lifted by Chen Jinyuan's brute force, and then he fell off his hand with a "choking". When you touch the stone, sparks fly.

Chen Jinyuan was taken aback, although he didn't use his internal force just now, he had already used all his ** strength, with his physical strength now far exceeding that of an ancient martial artist of the same realm, he had at least four or five thousand catties under all his strength, and he didn't even lift this sword up so violently.

Urging the internal force of the dantian, under the soaring strength, he slowly lifted the heavy sword, swung it a few times hard, his arm was faintly sore, Chen Jinyuan secretly estimated in his heart, this weight is afraid that it weighs a thousand catties.

"Sure enough, it deserves the name of the heavy sword!" The sword body is black and swarthy, the blades on both sides are blunt, the tip of the sword is round like a hemisphere, the three-foot-long sword is so heavy, not to mention the use of the acquired martial arts, even if it is wielded, it is very difficult, it is hard to imagine what kind of materials are needed to create such a sword.

There is also a line of words on the stone under the sword:

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Before the age of forty, it was rampant in the world! ”

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work!" Chen Jinyuan muttered twice in his mouth, and realized in his heart that this 10,000-pound heavy sword is like Sun Wukong's wishful golden hoop stick, knocking it to death, hurting it when it touches, swinging a sword at will, I am afraid that few martial artists in the acquired realm dare to resist.

After a few swings, he put the heavy sword down, and with a dull impact, the blunt head of the heavy sword plunged straight into the stone platform for several inches. Chen Jinyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, it is really a murder weapon, this thing is really not played by ordinary people, Yang Guo also took a large amount of snake gall bladder, and his arm strength can only be equipped with a terrifying enhancement.

For a long time, Chen Jinyuan looked at the fourth stone cave, Dugu's martial arts have reached the realm, not limited to external objects, grass, trees, bamboo and stones can be used as swords, and the magic of swordsmanship has reached the realm of no sword is better than a sword, so this last pit is a wooden sword.

After a long time, the sword body and hilt had decayed, Chen Jinyuan did not touch it, picked up the stones on the stone platform, and covered it again.

Chen Jinyuan held the Qingfeng sword in his hand, with the Ziwei soft sword wrapped around his waist, looked at the Xuantie heavy sword inserted in the stone, felt a little weak in his heart, shook his head, or wait for his arm strength to increase before taking this sword.

Bowing three times to the sword mound to show his remembrance of his predecessors, he turned around and walked to the eagle who was waiting on the side, "Brother Eagle, isn't there a strange snake in this valley?" Why didn't you see it? Chen Jinyuan knew that this divine eagle had opened his mind, but whether he could understand his own words, Chen Jinyuan was not sure.

The Condor tilted his head and looked at Chen Jinyuan, as if he understood the meaning of Chen Jinyuan's words, and then turned around and looked at the valley to the west.

"Chirp!" The Condor suddenly opened its iron beak and let out a high-pitched chirp in the direction of the valley to the west.

On this platform, from a high position, you can see very clearly that the valley to the west is very narrow, only four or five hundred meters away from the sword mound. But unlike the rest of the place, the valley was obscured by a faint gray-black fog, and the fog was so thick that it was impossible to see inside.

Seeing the movements of the Condor, Chen Jinyuan guessed that it might be where the Snake Valley was located, and the gray-black fog could be a gas such as poisonous gas miasma.

The carving sound like a golden cracked stone was still echoing in the valley, and Chen Jinyuan actually saw a trace of arrogance and provocation from the demeanor of the divine eagle.

Just when Chen Jinyuan was surprised in his heart, a beast roar came from the valley opposite the "roaring ......", I don't know what kind of beast, the roar made the entire valley shook, and then a powerful momentum comparable to the peak of the day after tomorrow rushed up from the miasma-filled valley.

"Chirp!" The Condor roared, and a momentum comparable to that of the beast on the opposite side erupted from his body.

For a while, the eagles and beasts roared one after another, not equal, shaking the flowers and trees in the valley, Chen Jinyuan was shocked in his heart, and his eyes straightened, like a flat boat floating in the sea. The dark yellow beads in his mind spun wildly, and soon dissolved the two powerful momentums.

"Could it be that there are other beasts in this room besides the Condor?"

At this time, Chen Jinyuan was very curious in his heart, and immediately launched his divine sense to explore the past, and now Chen Jinyuan has broken through to the acquired realm, and the exploration range of his divine sense has increased from 200 meters to 500 meters before, and the valley in the west is not far from the east, so the divine sense can easily penetrate it.

The divine sense passed through the miasma, and countless pale golden snakes at the mouth of the valley were entangled with each other, "hissing" and spitting snake letters, revealing sharp fangs from time to time, Chen Jinyuan suddenly felt a tingling of his scalp, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Continuing to probe in, Chen Jinyuan suddenly gasped, a stone platform in the middle of the valley was entrenched on a giant python the thickness of a bucket, and on the slender body of more than ten meters, a layer of pale golden scales was densely wrapped, and the whole body was very smooth, exuding a trace of golden light, and it looked much more handsome than the ugly carving around him.

However, what shocked Chen Jinyuan even more was that there was a small inky black protrusion four or five inches high on the head of the giant python's huge triangular snake, which looked like a single horn.

"This python actually gave birth to horns!" Chen Jinyuan set off a monstrous wave in his heart, and all his mind was attracted by the single horn on the head of the golden snake. The inky black horn shimmered with a terrifying cold light, making people dare not doubt its sharpness at all.

Chen Jinyuan heard the old people say that snakes will turn into pythons in ten years, become dragons in a hundred years, and become dragons in thousands of years. Even if an ordinary snake is thick and large, it can only be called a python, and it still belongs to the category of snakes, but if a horn grows on the head of this snake, then it can be called a snake; If it grows two horns, it is a dragon; If you grow legs, it is the legendary Chinese totem - the dragon.

Chen Jinyuan always thought that it was the old man's nonsense to bluff the child, but the single horn on the head of the giant snake in front of him proved its identity as a "Jiao".

The Chinese people claim to be the descendants of the dragon, and are proud of it, according to this, it seems that it is not fabricated out of thin air, Jiao has appeared, and the dragon should probably also exist!

When Chen Jinyuan's divine sense swept over, the animal's innate dangerous instinct made it sense Chen Jinyuan's probe, and the huge triangular snake head immediately raised high and looked in the direction of the sword mound.

In the divine sense, a pair of broken golden pupils stared at him coldly, Chen Jinyuan saw a strong vigilance and hostility from the cold gaze of the giant jiao, although he knew that the giant jiao was far away from him and could not hurt himself at all, but Chen Jinyuan still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and quickly took the divine consciousness back.

Trying to suppress the shock in his heart, the roar of the eagle in the valley had subsided, and he turned to look at the Condor, who was using its iron beak to sort out its sparse feathers, looking like it didn't matter to itself, it didn't matter, it seemed that it often dealt with the giant Jiao opposite, and the situation just now was already commonplace.

Chen Jinyuan patted his chest, fortunately, he met the Condor first when he came in just now, if the space opened the door of the room in the Snake Valley, then he would have been tragic now.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind: "The giant Jiao on the opposite side is the python that Yang Guo encountered when he entered the valley and fought with the Condor!" ”

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