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"Here, it's not people who are buried, but swords."

Su Liu kindly reminded him, and Gu Xiancai secretly poked his head out, but pretended not to care, and said; "The mountain wind is quite strong, it's a little cool, you are taller, let's go ahead first."

Su Liu stared at it, smiled slightly, and said: "The little master of the earth list Tibetan sword master really lived up to this hidden sword, defeated one person, buried a sword, look at these years, I am afraid that more than 100 famous swordsmen have come up to the mountain to discuss the sword with him." With such a majestic mind, it is no wonder that he can cultivate the madness of the mad sword. ”

Look carefully, the stone tablets on the top of the more than 100 isolated mountains seem to be engraved with countless small characters with iron paintings and silver hooks, some are even covered with moss, Gu Shen also curiously stepped forward to gaze, the stone tablets are finely and densely engraved with countless cursive words such as swords, the handwriting is clear as the sword intent, and even the time on the corner of the stele is recorded clearly.

"Chiyang Sect, the third elder Yang Chi buried the sword here, the sword of mediocrity, stop at the innate nature, heaven and earth are also invisible, and it is difficult to make an inch!"

"The nameless swordsman of Gaizhou Iron Sword Gate left twenty-seven catties of strange sword Xuanyuan here, and only after the defeat did he know that the way of the sword was vast, and he was expected to be a congenital at the age of fifty-three, which was not a sword material."

"Yin Zhonglu, the thirteenth on the list of late scholars of the Dongxuan Sword Sect, sat for a long time, left, and left the sword peach arrow, once said that if he could step into the secret realm of swordsmanship. When you come to get the sword, this son is a sword bone that happens once in 30 years. ”

"This is the name of the senior brother!"

Gu meticulously brushed away the moss on these stone tablets, and looked at it with relish. Until he saw this stone tablet and saw the words "Yin Zhonglu", his peerless face couldn't hide the look of horror, and he turned his head and said: "My senior brother of the Dongxuan Sword Sect, Yin Zhonglu, is the head of the Yuedan evaluation at that time, and he even left a sword to be buried here." ”

"Yin Zhonglu, it's nothing."

Suliu was unmoved. His eyes were clear, and he only stopped for a half on the stone tablet of Yin Zhonglu, and quietly glanced at it. Those who pursue martial arts must be more or less self-conscious. Of course, Su Liu has the capital to be proud of, Yin Zhonglu was the first Yuedan judge of that year, and he was also the first of the Yuedan judges, and he stepped on the corpse of such a congenital master as Yuanchen to enter the gate of heaven.

"February of the first year of Eastern Chu Shenwu. Twelfth on the black list. Make the soul slashing sword, can illusion hundreds of silver void sword shadows, fight more than 100 moves, draw the sword silk into the void, finally extinguish the sword qi, and win half a move. ”

"On the seventh day of October in the first year of Dongchu Shenwu, in autumn, leave a sword. The name of the sword is cut off from the water, and it can cut the water without covering it. It is also a wonder in the world. The sword master is the Oriental Sword Master of the Yunshui Sword Palace under the command of the King of Wei, and in addition to the three hundred and thirty-seven moves, the Yunshui line slashes the dragon, and the sacrificial sword is in one vein and there is no return to the sword, but the broken sword cannot be collected, and one of its arms is broken, regret!"

There are hundreds of these steles, Ling Ling ~ chaotic, wind and rain, and there is not much moss on the steles.

Many of these names Su Liu has heard, and they are also thunderous, such as the Oriental Sword Master of the Yunshui Sword Palace, I heard that he is also the sword hero of the world, and he is on the list. However, many more, although they are certainly extraordinary, have not even heard of their names.

At first sight today, the meaning of the stone monument erected by the predecessor is also obvious, each stone tablet represents a famous sword buried under it, and also represents a swordsman who was once defeated at the hands of the master of the Tibetan sword.

This tombstone is no longer a tombstone in a simple sense, but a kind of faith, the purest belief in one's own sword, or it is similar to Ye Gucheng's sincerity in the sword, although this belief in the master of the Tibetan sword is also based on trampling on the sword of others.

But there is no denying the power of this kind of swordsmanship.

More than 100 tombstones on the ground are ironclad evidence.

The little white fox is meticulous and interested in martial arts, but he likes it tightly, and he saw the allusions on the tombstones.

She was really stunned, and Su Liu was also savoring the sword intent with a kind of respect but without losing herself.

His sword is strong, his sword is strong, I keep my sword intent, I can accommodate and store, I can collect and collect, and I can hide it, and I can turn my sword path.

All kinds of accumulation are just for the kind of amazement and pleasure that the sword door opens.

Su Liu's gaze often only rests on a tombstone for a while, and he doesn't spend too much time on it, for him, it is enough to be able to understand the lonely sword intent of burying the sword and returning to hide after folding the sword.

"It's just that between every word on each tombstone, there is a sharp spirit, crazy cursive, with the meaning of falling and lonely, but there is no turn, more of a frenzied edge that moss can't hide, it doesn't look like the handwriting of the master of the Tibetan sword."

Su Liu seemed to feel something, burying the sword mountain, hiding the sword master, and the mad sword was born.

Gu Xian's eyes were gloomy, and her gaze finally left the tombstone, as if the strangely named sword of her senior brother Raushzi had been forgotten by her.

There were some things she had forgotten, but there were some things that she could not forget, nor could she forget.

Because those things are not for forgetting, it is more suitable to lie quietly in the heart like the broken sword in those dry mounds.

"Crazy Sword Student"

Gu Meticulous's face was calm, and there was a hint of a faint and gloomy smile, which was good-looking but not glamorous, and there was just the right amount of charm.

Su Liu suddenly said: "It's a mad sword student"

Gu said firmly: "It's the handwriting of Mad Jiansheng, and on his letter to my sister, the same handwriting, one stroke, cursive hook and fold, there is an indescribable madness between the lines." ”

Since it's him, everything makes sense.

Every tombstone on the top of the Buried Sword Mountain, the bleak grass is evergreen, and it is only for him.

Things are often bizarre, who would have thought that in the past, the mad sword engraved on these tombstones with a word of heart gave birth to the Buried Sword Mountain, and fought for the name of the most heroic Buried Sword Mountain Sword Head of the Three Ying and Four Jerry, but it was just a small turn in the rivers and lakes in this Qi place, and returned here.

It's just that now he can no longer see the handwriting he carved every word in the past, and he can no longer recognize the three-foot grass on these sword mounds and the moss on the tombstones.

At this time, there was a gust of mountain wind blowing on the top of the Buried Sword Mountain, and the Crazy Sword Coffin on the ground was silent, but the Dragon Sword Box on Su Liu's back seemed to let out a clear cry like a cry.

This slightly cold wind was very comfortable, Su Liu's heart was slightly sad, his eyes were slightly closed, he had completely relaxed his mind, and the grand occasion of the two swords duel at that time also appeared in his mind from time to time, as if he saw a lonely old man, digging a grave with his own hands, and then the heroic Gu Yunyi respectfully buried a sword with his own hands, and finally erected a sword monument, and folded the sword on it.

The sword intent is like that.

Hundreds of thousands of not only kendo, but my sword is the only one. (To be continued.) )