Luo Chen roughly looked at the sword under the crater, there were thousands, like a wind chime, tethered to the wall of the cave by a steel cable, this sword can really be said to be made of gold and jade, shining, the treasure is compelling, the eyes are full of glaze-like glitz, the handle is like the emperor's soldiers, domineering and uncasting. Luo Chen's eyes couldn't help but reveal a strong longing.

As early as many years in the Barbarian Mountain, Luo Chen had never seen any good swords, either rusty iron swords, or Hei Qiuqiu's miscellaneous steel swords, which were clumsy and heavy in his hands, and would break the blade when cut on the bones of demon beasts, which was really not a good sword. The only thing that can be seen is the master's matching sword, the blood-colored Changhong, but Luo Chen has never touched any good sword since he has lived so far!

But here today, there are thousands of swords, and judging by the indestructibility of their materials and the skill of their forging, they must be able to sharpen iron like clay, break gold and break stones, and have the power of a sword to seal their throats! If he can take two of them, he will be of infinite use, and he can have a foothold in this wild land!

But it's difficult, there is red magma under this mountain pass, just stand in the mountain pass and look at it for a while, and then the roasted Luo Chen's face hurts, Luo Chen can't fly, if he rashly takes the sword and falls into the magma, he must be burned and there is no ash. At that time, Luo Chen saw a stone tablet at the bottom of the mountain, which was engraved with the four big characters of "Fire Sword Shrine" in ancient barbarian language, and sure enough, this mountain was so steep.

Luo Chen saw that his heart was really itching, now that he had cultivated in the late sixth order, he could be called a fierce general of the Great Wilderness, but he was still far from learning the art of flying. Luo Chen scratched his ears and cheeks angrily, The sword was under his eyes, and he couldn't reach out to take it, he was really anxious.

At this time, there was a long roar from the sky, and a huge black shadow swept over Luo Chen's head, Luo Chen looked up, only to see a huge black mountain eagle flying over the mouth of the volcano, and went away with a gust of wind. Luo Chen looked at the giant eagle's wings and held his chin thoughtfully.

Manshan Ministry, Inner.

Blood has been seen on Mo Chen's wings, and the power of its wings directly knocked Shi Hai into the stone wall, presumably it can break Shi Hai's bones, and there will be no fewer broken layers of tendons and veins, and I am afraid that my life will not be guaranteed if I continue. The Plague God glanced at it, then asked with a sideways face, "Patriarch?"

"Humph!"

Mo Yunfeng snorted angrily, and sighed helplessly: "Now Luo Chen is in the Sword Realm, this realm is the ancient realm forged by the ancient barbarians, and only when the time comes, can it be automatically opened, otherwise there is no other way." ”

"When is the hour?" the plague god asked, "Do you have to wait for his cultivation to be promoted to the invincible realm of the world, and then the bullshit sword realm will release him?"

"That's not true, even in the sword realm, cultivation is still limited by the Great Wilderness, and the tenth order is the ceiling, and no one can break it. The implication of Mo Yunfeng's words was that Luo Chen could only come out if he had reached the tenth rank of cultivation, otherwise even he would not be able to summon Luo Chen in advance.

"Is there really no other way?" said the plague god grimly, the sword in his hand slowly moving again.

"Yes. Mo Yunfeng sneered and said, "If you can break that sword, you can naturally force Luo Chen out." ”

"Are you kidding?" the plague god said angrily: "Don't hide it from me, I know that it is an ancient divine soldier, one of the seven divine swords, the sword of benevolence, the sword body is indestructible, water and fire are invulnerable, time is difficult to lose, even the ancient sword-maker Su Zhan will be difficult to destroy the sword!"

"You know very well!" Mo Yunfeng smiled: "In that case, then what else do you have to say? You can't ask me to do things that I can't do, of course, you can also kill a few of my barbarian mountain people in a mood, but, your companions, and you, I, Mo Yunfeng, guarantee that you will die very miserably, even the whole corpse, I will not leave you behind." ”

After Mo Yunfeng said these words indifferently, he pressed the palm of his left hand to the ground, and immediately the ground under his feet trembled violently, and hideous cracks appeared. People in the world say that Mo Yunfeng is the real king of the Great Wilderness, and it seems that this is true. Cold sweat broke out in the palms of the plague god's palms, although he could make Mochen order to kill, but with this old guy's speed, he only needed a few breaths to kill Mochen, and by the way, he could also clean himself up.

"We are indeed not your opponents, but the army of demon beasts that you temporarily suppressed is still obeying my orders, if you get out for half a moment, these hundreds of demon beasts will gallop and indulge, and trample the barbarian mountains into ruins!"

"There's no need for this, right?" Mo Yunfeng said expressionlessly: "I can't give you what you want, so you're ready to die and break the net?" ”

At this time, the god of plague suddenly realized, yes, he didn't come to find the barbarian mountain to fight hard, there is no need to make trouble to that point, and it will really end up at that time. After some hesitation, the plague god said: "In this case, I don't need the patriarch anymore, but we will mobilize everyone to come and ask for an explanation, if you give me a share of Luo Chen's blood, I will also be good for the blood medium, probe Luo Chen's life and death, and let Lord Hai Ling relax." ”

"I dare to make up any reason. Mo Yunfeng sighed.

At this moment, a sound of cracking the sky rang out, and a huge purple ball of light fell to the ground, swinging most of the iron forest away. When the light faded, I saw Hai Ling half-kneeling on the ground, blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and wounds on her tiger mouth and arms also fell, full of blood, and her whole face became bloodless.

Jing Nan was dressed in purple, relaxed, and walked flutteringly from outside the iron forest, his two fingers were still together, forming a finger sword, this is the realm of using a sword, everything can be a sword, here in Jing Nan, a pair of fingers is not weaker than the power of the Changhong sword.

"Killing Sword ......" Hai Ling coughed weakly: "Sure enough, the name is well deserved, there are no flaws in the moves, and the sword has a murderous aura." ”

Jing Nan shook his head and sighed: "If you weren't in a hurry to succeed and fight me with injuries, I don't think the old man would be as good as you." ”

"Since I can't defeat you, I'll find a way to kill you. Hai Ling stood up silently, tidied up her clothes, put on her hat again, and inserted the purple long sword back into the scabbard, she turned around and walked towards the outside of the stone river, she wanted to go back to the Great Wilderness to recuperate from her injuries, untie all her prohibitions, and then fight with Jing Nan.

Jing Nan didn't stop her, because this girl loved Luochen.

Mo Yunfeng didn't speak, but let the girl leave, because after all, she had killed countless demon beasts and defended the Scimitar Tribe.

"Lord Sea Spirit, what should we do?" the plague god asked urgently.