Chapter Eighty-Six: The True Sword Shrine
In the dark, Huang Fuxuan only felt that he had traveled countless times, and finally felt the existence of light at the moment when his consciousness was about to collapse!
After struggling and running forward for about an hour, Huang Fu Xuan felt that he had stopped! Holding back the dazzling light, Huang Fu Xuan opened his eyes happily, and after briefly adapting to the light in front of him, the things that appeared in front of him surprised Huang Fu Xuan!
This is clearly a world of swords!
I saw that there were all kinds of swords in front of me.
a bladeless heavy sword that is not skillful;
a light and soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings;
an immeasurable wooden sword with a simple style;
a golden sword with a golden dragon pattern;
The Speckled Broken Sword of Extreme Breadth ......
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The dazzling array of swords overwhelmed Huangfu Xuan.
I haven't closed my open mouth until now!
"My mother, there are so many peerless swords!" Although Huang Fu Xuan rarely touches swords, just with the terrifying cold aura emitted by these sword bodies, Huang Fu Xuan knows that these famous swords that have not been born for a long time are enough to cause a bloody storm in this Heavenly Outer Heaven Continent!
"How did I get here? I remember that I should have been unconscious in the ring at this time, right?" In a trance, Huang Fuxuan remembered the scene where Ye Qinghua's Bai Aya in the ring finally hit his head!
"Congratulations!Inheritor!You are the first inheritor candidate to come here in a thousand years!" The familiar voice suddenly sounded, startling Huangfu Xuan.
hurriedly and privately looked for the source of the voice.
"You don't have to look for it, I'm right in front of you!"
"Straight ahead?!" Muttering these three words in his mouth, Huang Fuxuan looked straight ahead, and what was annoying was that there was no figure in front of him except for a broken broadsword!
"Hehe, the sword is me, I am the sword!" the person in the dark said again!
Hearing this, Huang Fu Xuan stared at the sword body of the broad sword with understanding, and vaguely saw the head of a middle-aged man appear on the body of the sword.
This is?!
"You are Qingyun Patriarch?!" Huang Fu Xuan asked in disbelief, and he was so unconfident in asking, because the answer was already known at the moment Huang Fu Xuan asked.
Because the avatar on the sword body will already be very clear. It was the Qingyun Patriarch he had seen in the Sword Shrine before!
"Hehe, I really didn't expect that after a thousand years, there would be a lineage disciple like you in my Qingyun Sect. Little one, don't be curious, this is the last trace of consciousness left before I leave, and when I complete the task, it will be completely gone!"
"I've noticed your performance in this rookie competition. Frankly, under normal circumstances, with your rogue methods in the first two games, you are already disqualified from receiving the inheritance. However, like today's situation in the outer heavens, it is necessary to let a person who is both good and evil lead the Qingyun Sect. If the inheritor is too upright, it will inevitably make the Qingyun Sect gradually fall in this world surrounded by conspiracy! And you are the only person I approve of in such a current event! Therefore, in Dabizhong, you can go to the end! You can come here!"
"And what the hell is this place?"
"This is where the real sword mound of the thousand-year-old Qingyun is located!"
"Ah, this is the real sword shrine, but the place I went to before is also a sword shrine?
"Ahh
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