Boulders are no different, and swords are no different.

The difference is the font on the boulder.

Now that Fang Xiu has broken into the first-class late stage, his eyesight is even stronger than ever, and the mosquitoes and flies that are hundreds of feet away can't escape his eyes.

Not to mention the fonts on the boulders three or four feet away.

The long sword was inserted next to the boulder so casually, and the sword body was more than half submerged.

The long sword has existed for I don't know how many years, and the exposed sword body has been stained with a lot of dust, and the original edge is now restrained, and if you don't pay attention to it, it will almost be mistaken for a burning stick.

Fang Xiu set his eyes on the boulder, and the small words of mosquitoes and flies on it were revealed in front of his eyes, and the dragon and snake were drawn in one stroke at a time, and the font line revealed an endless edge.

In Fang Xiu's eyes, these fonts seemed to come to life, and every stroke was like a terrifying sword move, as if it could take someone's life at any time.

Buzz!

Infinite sword light burst out, containing terrifying sword intent!

Not good!

Fang Xiu's heart was beating wildly, the ice spirit on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword intent suddenly burst out.

Rumble!

Silent roaring waves!

The sword light canceled out in twos, and the sword intent disappeared without a trace at this moment.

After the ice spirit was put into the sheath, Fang Xiu looked at it again, the boulder was still a boulder, the font was still the font, but he no longer saw the terrifying sword intent appear.

Looking at it, I saw that the boulder was written: I have heard of the great name for a long time, but unfortunately I was born at the wrong time, and I can't fight with you.

Oh no!

The name of the Venerable is worthy of the name, and the heart of defeat is convinced, but I can't see the Venerable in person, and I am very sorry in my heart.

Now there is a martial arts under the sword, if the people of the future generations come here, martial arts will be used for their own purposes, only hope to send a copy to Emei, in order to all in the heart!

Emei, Lingdu, stay!

"Emei, Ling Du?"

Seeing this, Fang Xiu finally knew who left the words on the boulder.

He had never heard of the name of the Emei faction in Kyushu, and he didn't know what sect it was.

But it can only be seen from the handwriting left by Ling Du that even after so many years, the sword intent on this font is still lingering.

At this time, Fang Xiu finally found that there was still a trace of torn clothes under the boulder.

It was only buried by the dust that Fang Xiu almost ignored the past.

A palm slapped out, and the palm wind blew away the dust, revealing badly corroded clothes and a pair of dried bones.

If nothing else, Fang Xiu estimated that this person should be Ling Du who left the word.

The person is dead, so what is said on the boulder, there should be no false things left by martial arts.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu looked at the long sword that was inserted aside.

Grabbing the sword, he drew it with little effort.

Fang Xiu looked at the long sword that was only half left in his hand, and said to himself, "Broken sword?"

Before, he thought that the long sword was submerged in half of the ground, but now it seems that the long sword is clearly broken in half, and there is not much that is actually inserted into the ground.

And as the long sword was caught, the dust on the sword body shook off, and a faint clear character appeared on the sword body.

What is clear, Fang Xiu doesn't know.

Because only half of the sword remains, and the remaining half has gone.

The long sword was pulled out, and Fang Xiu saw that there was a piece of severely corroded cloth where the long sword was inserted, which looked exactly the same as the dry bones on the ground.

Ingesting the cloth into his hand, Fang Xiu spread it out and saw that only countless powders were scattered and fell, and there was no so-called martial arts at all.

"I don't know how many years this sword mound has existed, not only have people turned into dry bones, but even these martial arts cheats have evolved into powder after years of erosion!"

Fang Xiu's hand gripping the fabric tightened, and the already heavily corroded fabric suddenly turned into flying ashes.

From the time he came in until now, all he saw was unknown how many years had existed.

The history of this sword mound is even older than he imagined, but I am afraid that without hundreds of years, it is impossible to cause such a change.

"What kind of realm is this Ling Du, it should be at least an existence that has broken the limit of heaven and man, but such a person died here for no reason.

Judging from the fact that he was able to leave a last word, it is clear that he did not die all at once.

From the words he left, it can be seen who Ling Du is here for.

Sword Shrine, it seems that this place is really called Sword Shrine!"

Fang Xiu stood in place, looking at the words on the boulder, his thoughts flipping in his heart.

The sword mound was just his casual words, and he never thought that this place was really called the sword mound.

A strong man who at least broke the limits of heaven and man, but could only die here with his last words, which is not a simple matter in itself.

Who is Venerable, Fang Xiu is not clear.

It could be the founder of this sword mound, or it could be someone else.

And listening to this meaning, the other party is not here to look for some cult inheritance.

For a while, Fang Xiu was a little messy.

This cult inheritance place was so mysterious that he didn't even know a single thing.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu came back to his senses, and the ice spirit on his waist trembled again.

This is the second anomaly of the Ice Spirit since the start of the cult inheritance.

It seems that somewhere in this sword shrine, something is attracting it.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust!"

Fang Xiu's palm wind urged, and the dust and noise completely buried the dry bones under the boulder.

The broken sword in his hand was also placed by Fang Xiu's side of the dry bones and buried under the dust together.

After all, he is still a strong man, and since Fang Xiu has encountered it, he will bury it easily.

However, Fang Xiu did secretly write down this person's name.

Emei Lingdu!

The existence of this kind of sword intent can be left, it is definitely not an ordinary powerhouse, if there is a chance in the future, you might as well inquire about the origin of the other party.

After doing all this, Fang Xiu suppressed the ice spirit with one hand and walked in the direction of traction.

This sword mound is too mysterious, and there is no trace of the cult inheritance.

Instead of touching the elephant blindly, it is better to try something else.

Fang Xiu wanted to see what it was that had always attracted thousands of soldiers to gather and attracted ice spirits to be restless.

Perhaps, this has something to do with the cult inheritance.

Somewhere in the sword mound, Lin Chengyu walked among the sword mounds, and occasionally his qi eroded, and he was cut off by his thoughts.

Buzzing!

A severing of the mind caused a riot of sword qi in the sky.

Boom! The sword qi gathered and poured down like a waterfall, intensively blasting towards Lin Chengyu below.

Lin Chengyu's face remained unchanged, he still maintained a walking posture, his fingers pointed out from afar, and a sword gang broke through the air and crashed into the sword qi waterfall.

Bang!

It's like a drop of water dripping into boiling hot oil.

The sword qi that fell suddenly exploded, and countless cold sword qi scattered in all directions, destroying everything that could be destroyed.

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