In the land of the sword ruins, on the stone tablet, there are words engraved.

Above: There are hundreds of countries in the world, who can take my sword

Below: the old people in the past, where are they dancing now

Words are like sharp swords, as if they have the potential to destroy heaven and earth. Every stroke contains countless mysteries. The meaning of Ling Ran, which broke through the sky, penetrated into Xiao Lin's eyes like a radiance.

"The name of the Sword Venerable, sure enough...... It lives up to its name. ”

Even with Xiao Lin's current heart and vision, looking at this arrogant stone tablet and overwhelming sword qi, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Just two short sentences engraved on the stone tablet, Xiao Lin could feel the endless sadness of sword cultivation.

In the past, when the sword cultivation was weak, he couldn't protect his red face. When he succeeded in cultivating and no one could take his sword anymore, he found that the old man and Hongyan were no longer there.

How sad and miserable it is.

Even if they have the ability to turn the world upside down, even if they can wipe out the entire prosperous dynasty with a single sword, what can they do? The people of those days are no longer there, and the red face of those years has become a painful memory.

Kendo is a great achievement, but you can no longer find the original person. After Jian Xiu destroyed the Shengshi Dynasty, I am afraid that no one can know the sad and helpless mood at that time.

After that, Jian Xiu's mood was greatly damaged, and he felt that even if the sword in his hand was invincible, he might not be able to complete what he wanted. So, he went into a state of madness, carved two lines of words on the stele, and disappeared.

"A generation of Tianjiao is trapped by love, and it is difficult to climb to the sky if you want to come out. Xiao Lin sighed with a little regret.

The momentum of the sword qi will not disappear for a hundred years, and the ambition of Lingyun will last forever across hundreds of countries.

The sword cultivation a hundred years ago should live up to the name of the sword honor.

Xiao Lin looked at the stele and stared motionless for a long time. Even though it was getting dark, he was unmoved and stared at the stone tablet with the help of the faint moonlight.

Time passed bit by bit, and Xiao Lin straightened his slender figure like this, facing the stone tablet from afar.

"There are hundreds of countries in the world, who can take my sword!"

Gradually, Xiao Lin looked at the sword tablet and entered a realm of suspense, his deep eyes stared at the stone tablet, and he didn't move even if the wind came.

Under the pressure of the sword qi in the sky, in the endless and rich death qi, and in the howling wind, Xiao Lin, who had been silent for several hours, finally moved his fingers.

Then, Xiao Lin slowly walked away, his eyes lit up. He stood on the spot and jumped up, taking off and grabbing a void sword qi that hovered in the air.

A purple-clothed robe was draped, like ink and green silk hanging down his broad shoulders, and the sharp sword qi was tightly grasped by him. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Lin's calm breath like water became extremely sharp, and the whole person was like a cold light that approached the sky.

"Sword Venerable's Dacheng Sword Intent, I want to feel it well and see what the mystery is!"

The sword qi that was tightly grasped by Xiao Lin flashed a sharp edge in an instant, and it seemed to be struggling, as if it wanted to cut Xiao Lin who insulted it in half.

Buzz Buzz......

The sword qi clenched in Xiao Lin's hand trembled and let out a low hum, and it began to spin continuously. And Xiao Lin, who was holding the sword qi tightly, fell step by step with the swirl of the sword qi.

So, Xiao Lin was on the periphery of the stone tablet and began a duel with the sword qi in his hand.

There were countless sword qi in the sword ruins, and what Xiao Lin held in his hand was just one of them. However, even if it is a wisp, it also contains a point of sword intent from the sword venerable in the past, which is naturally extraordinary.

"Just a wisp of sword intent contains countless mysteries, and it really deserves to be a peerless sword venerable that is respected by the powerhouses of a hundred countries. ”

Xiao Lin clenched the sword in his hand and fought with this sharp sword intent.

Slowly, the wisp of sword intent in Xiao Lin's hand began to be less sharp, and it seemed to feel something else from Xiao Lin's body.

Let a wisp of sword intent that has been floating for a hundred years produce fear, you can imagine how proud Xiao Lin's aura is.

Constantly feeling the sword intent in his hand, constantly waving and dancing the sword, Xiao Lin didn't seem to feel tired, and began to practice unhurriedly.

Overnight, it flowed through Xiao Lin's fingers so quietly.

At this moment, when the first rays of morning light shone on Xiao Lin's handsome and arrogant cheeks, the sword intent he held in his hand became more and more transparent, and the blade of the sword was slowly weakened.

"Shattered!"

Xiao Lin looked at the sword in his hand and said coldly and arrogantly.

As a cracking sound fell, the sword in his hand slowly dispersed.

At the same time, Xiao Lin sat directly on the ground, sitting in the countless sword ruins with sharp edges. Breathing in and breathing, with what he had learned in his previous life, Xiao Lin completely comprehended that wisp of sword intent.

In his previous life, he didn't know how to use swords, but in this life, he has to face difficulties and focus on swordsmanship, so that he can break the thorns in his previous life and ascend to a higher realm.

""Proud Nine Swords", although it was involved in the previous life, but I was not proficient in it, let me understand your power in this life. Xiao Lin gently closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and kept gesturing with his right hand.

The Nine Swords of Aogu, the swordsmanship of the lower level of the Xuan Rank, it has a total of nine styles, and each sword has the power to seize the sky and the earth. In the past, this sword technique was created by a strong person who surpassed the Tianyuan Realm, and if he could truly cultivate the last sword, it would be enough to destroy the stars, and he would be extremely domineering.

Xiao Lin seemed to have entered the realm of selflessness, although his cultivation was low at the moment, but his perception in his previous life was so vast.

It took him a night to comprehend a wisp of sword intent in the sword ruins, just to feel the edge of the sword again, and to lay the foundation for practicing "Proud Nine Swords" again and experiencing the way of the sword more profoundly.

After another half an hour, Xiao Lin suddenly kicked to the ground, staring ahead with his eyes open. Then he stabbed out with his hand like a sword.

Boom!

A large stone ten meters in front of Xiao Lin instantly cracked into two halves, and a smooth and sharp sword mark appeared in the crack of the boulder.

"A sword is cold, and life and death are separated by thousands of miles. Xiao Lin slowly retracted the action of stabbing out, looked at the cut surface of the boulder with both hands behind his back, and muttered softly: "Just the Qi Yuan Realm can shatter the boulder, it is really extraordinary." If I have the cultivation of a previous life, just this first-style sword technique, I can slash out another sword ruin with a wave of my hand. ”

At the moment when Xiao Lin was talking to himself, an extremely pungent smell of blood gushed from the sword ruins.

With the smell of blood, an inky black mist rushed towards Xiao Lin at an extremely fast speed. Wherever the black mist passed, the countless sword rays couldn't help but avoid.

"Boom...... It's been a long time since I've tasted a living person......"

In the black mist, there was a heart-wrenching and extremely eerie word.