And many of these spirit swords were left behind by the ancestors of the Ling Tian Sword Sect, and each of them was a treasure to the current Ling Tian Sword Sect, even the elders could only choose one from this.

It's just that the number of spirit swords left in the huge instrument hall is less than a thousand, which seems to be a lot, but in fact, it is already pitiful, and the number of spirit swords left is even less than one percent of the entire instrument hall.

This scene can only be described in one word, and this is the current situation of the Ling Tian Sword Sect, if there is no more Lord of Zhongxing, the Ling Tian Sword Sect will be destroyed sooner or later, and then the Ling Tian Sword Sect can only be found from the records.

Xiao Feng walked in the hall, most of the sword racks were empty, presumably these spirit swords that were originally placed had already been taken away by the ancestors of the Ling Tian Sword Sect.

At this time, Xiao Feng did not touch these spirit swords with his hands, but closed his eyes and used his sword intent to sense, in the eyes of a swordsman of Xiao Feng's level, every sword is alive, and there are different characteristics between swords, for swordsmen, there is no best divine sword, only the most suitable sword for themselves.

The so-called sword with blood and sword with soul, such a sword may not be a divine soldier at first, but with the passage of time, such a sword will have infinite evolutionary possibilities, and the most important thing is that such a sword will be connected with its own mind, and its mind will be connected, so as to achieve the supreme realm of the unity of man and sword.

Therefore, a truly pure swordsman rarely changes swords in his life, he is accompanied by a sword for a lifetime, and the sword is also there, and the sword is dead. In his previous life, Xiao Feng's traceless sword has accompanied him since he was a child, even if he becomes a generation of sword gods, the sword has still not been replaced, even if the traceless sword is only made of the most ordinary mortal iron.

Xiao Feng closed his eyes and walked step by step in the hall, every time he took a step, a strange scene happened, only to see a spirit sword seemed to be attracted, and they trembled and shook from the sword stand, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to fly to Xiao Feng's side.

"What is this?"

Seeing a spirit sword trembling wildly, Lin Ran, the Great Elder, couldn't help but stare at it, and then suddenly thought of something and was suddenly shocked: "This is the independent choice of the spirit weapon!"

"Choosing the master of the spirit weapon, this is incredible, since the records of my Ling Tian Sword Sect, only a handful of sword geniuses can do this. Looking at the Ten Thousand Swords Qi Ming and eager to fly to Xiao Feng's side, several elders were extremely amazed.

Xiao Feng took one step at a time, the sound of the sword roared louder and louder, and finally under the gaze of several people, the only eight king's soldiers and two emperor's weapons in the weapon hall were directly separated from the sword frame and suspended around Xiao Feng's body, as if he was impatient to ask Xiao Feng to choose them.

"This ...... This is incredible, even the emperor's weapon has to scramble to choose the master. How deep the sect master's kendo realm attainments should be, this time the old man believes that the sect will inevitably prosper under the leadership of the sect master!" Looking at the emperor's weapons suspended in front of Xiao Feng, the second elder Cai Bo stroked his white beard and exclaimed.

"The boss is mighty! In this way, the boss can get one of the two imperial weapons at will. Looking at this scene, Ma Liangchen grinned, and the admiration for Xiao Feng in his heart was like a surging river.

"Go back, you're not for me. At dusk, Xiao Feng slowly opened his eyes, and his first words made everyone present freeze on their faces.

As Xiao Feng fell, many spirit swords trembled violently for a while, and then regained their calm, while the eight-handled king's soldiers and the two emperor's weapons all trembled slightly, and finally slowly left Xiao Feng's side, as if a living person was reluctant to give up.

"What's going on? Sect Master Isn't Either?" Seeing this scene, everyone was puzzled, after all, those two emperor's weapons were already the highest level spirit swords in the entire instrument hall.

At this time, Xiao Feng opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a supreme sword flashing in his eyes, staring at the sword platform in front of him.

And Xiao Feng had unconsciously walked to the most central area of the Instrument Hall, where there was no sword frame for placing spirit swords, but a sword platform made of white jade spars.