The sword shadow pointed to the distance and said, "After turning over the three mountains, there is a hinterland full of swamps, and what you are looking for is there." ”

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows, the three mountains were not far away for him, but Zhao Feng didn't think that these three mountains were very good, and sure enough, the sword shadow continued: "This is the sword tomb, not every sword is as good as me, before they came here again, some were overlords' swords, and some accompanied the life of the sword saint, these strong men had different temperaments and temperaments during their lifetimes, and the tempers of natural swords were also different. ”

"Today is your luck, the first sword you encounter is me, if it were another sword, probably you would have died a long time ago, don't deliberately dodge anything, no place in the five continents can have these swords at the same time, this is the paradise of swords!" Sword Shadow said that this was faintly excited.

Sword Shadow looked at Zhao Feng with a puzzled expression, and said with some hatred: "All the swords here are the swords of the strong, they remember the process of cultivating the sword of a generation of strong people, if you can gather the experience of each family, becoming a sword saint is just around the corner." ”

Zhao Feng frowned: "Then how can you tell which swords can communicate, and those swords don't want to talk." ”

Sword Shadow: "There are sword fields around each sword, and depending on the degree of rejection you receive, you can roughly know whether the willingness of these swords will be awakened." You just have to remember that you don't force everything. ”

Zhao Feng clasped his fists and nodded: "Thank you seniors." ”

Jian Ying waved his hand: "It's okay, since it's okay, then I'll go back, this time I don't know how long it will take to wake up." ”

Zhao Feng looked at the back of the sword shadow and suddenly said, "Seniors stay!" ”

Jian Ying paused slightly, and Zhao Feng continued: "Senior, maybe the person you are waiting for may never come again. "Let's not mention that only the leaders of the black snake can come in here, and only monks below the fifth order can enter the ruins themselves, but the sword shadow said that the swords here are all the swords of peerless masters, what the hell is this......

"Eh......" Jian Ying sighed slightly, "After so many years, he may really be long gone, or okay, this is the place of eternal sleep, I can sleep well this time." ”

After the sword shadow finished speaking, he disappeared directly into the sword, leaving only a sword, lonely and inserted on the ground, Zhao Feng stepped forward and carefully looked at the sword, at first glance it was indeed unpretentious, but if you look carefully, you can always taste the slightest mystery, Zhao Feng bowed to the sword and turned to leave.

Zhao Feng walked all the way in the direction pointed by the sword shadow, the three mountains are not particularly far for the monk, Zhao Feng didn't think about the sword, but thinking of what the sword shadow said just now, Zhao Feng was still a little itchy, but to his surprise, he had already walked two mountains, and he didn't even touch a sword.

Bare mountain, bare environment, Zhao Feng opened his star eyes, but still didn't find anything, Zhao Feng walked down the second mountain full of suspicion.

The third one had just taken a step, and the overwhelming momentum came, directly bounced Zhao Feng out, Zhao Feng looked up in shock, but saw that the third mountain was full of all kinds of swords.

The dense sword made Zhao Feng suddenly feel worshipped, and the sword shadow just now said that this was the holy land of swords, and now he believed it.

Zhao Feng adjusted his state and stepped forward again, still the same as just now, stepping up was the overwhelming momentum oppression.

Fortunately, this time Zhao Feng was prepared, frowned, and walked steadily up the third mountain, every time Zhao Feng passed by the side of a sword, the shadow of the sword would appear, some were white-haired old men, some were cute-looking children, some were cold and glamorous girls, and some were heroic men.

Zhao Feng walked up step by step, as if he had stepped through a corridor of time, and history was once again displayed by Zhao Feng's side through these swords of different shapes.

The further up he went, the greater the resistance, Zhao Feng felt that his two legs seemed to be filled with lead, every step was very difficult, and the sword shadows on both sides had changed from one step at the beginning to a few steps, but Zhao Feng could feel that the sword seemed to be stronger the higher it went.

When it was only a hundred meters away from the top of the third mountain, Zhao Feng couldn't walk anymore, and within his sight, there were seven swords, each of which was inserted on both sides, faintly fighting, Zhao Feng took out a bottle of pills from the storage ring, gritted his teeth, and poured two into his mouth.

The medicine entered his limbs irritablely, Zhao Feng calmed down a little, and stepped out, there was no expected pressure, but it was more relaxed than just now, Zhao Feng even thought that he had entered the illusion again.

Cautiously taking every step forward, when passing the penultimate sword, unexpectedly, the sword shadow of this sword did not appear, Zhao Feng continued to walk up, until the penultimate sword, there was still no sword shadow appeared.

When Zhao Feng passed by the last sword, that is, the sword inserted at the top of the highest peak, a sword shadow slowly emerged, accompanied by a dazzling light, making Zhao Feng subconsciously block his eyes.

Until the light disappeared, Zhao Feng looked up, and saw an old phantom sitting on the plate, plain and indifferent, without any oppression.

Zhao Feng inadvertently glanced at the body of the sword, but found that it was full of bad deeds, and it seemed to have been weathered. But it is still proudly inserted on the top of the mountain.

Zhao Feng bowed to the phantom and continued to walk up.

"Young man." The old voice came from beside him.

Zhao Feng turned his head, and the old sword shadow did not open his eyes, but Zhao Feng clearly felt that the Dao was just a phantom and called himself.

Zhao Feng saluted respectfully: "What advice do you have from your predecessors?" ”

After a long time, the old voice continued: "Young man, would you like to hear me tell a story?" ”

"The younger generation is waiting for you." Zhao Feng hurriedly said.

"Listen, a long time ago, the five continents respected the sword, the sword sect was numerous, the sword saint was like a cloud, and every monk worked hard to become a sword cultivator, until an unknown thing suddenly came to the Western Continent."

"A relic that fell from the sky, fell on the Western Continent, turned the prosperous Western Frontier, into a piece of loess, when several waves of monks went to find out, but no one returned, until later, a sword saint went, came out only said a sword word, and fell on the spot."

"The sword cultivators of the five continents began to gather here, but the sword saint went in, and there was no return, and finally the five most powerful sword sects of the five continents were the leader, supplemented by the worship of the two empires, and formed a team of seven saints, ready to find out."

"At that time, this could already be said to be the strongest combat power in the mainland."

"And then?" Zhao Feng couldn't help but ask.

The old man's voice paused and continued: "Later, the seven of them found this sword tomb at the expense of two people, in this sword tomb, Lin listed the swords of all the monks who came in before, and then they found the master here, and there was a big battle, the five strongest sword saints in the world, but they were beaten without the power to parry, they used the last sword qi to seal the master here below, and used the seven swords as a guide, stationed here for generations, and then fell one after another. ”

Zhao Feng looked at the old sword shadow silently, and said slowly: "Senior, you are, is one of the swords?" ”

The old sword shadow bowed slightly: "I'm the last sword here, and besides, my time is running out." Young man, I am telling you this in the hope that you can help me, or do the Five Continents a favor. ”

Zhao Feng nodded: "Senior, please speak." ”

"There must be something extraordinary about you coming here, and below here, there is a black sword, I will send you down later, I hope you can do your best to destroy that sword."

Zhao Feng frowned: "Seniors, it's not that the juniors shirk it, it's just that the juniors are afraid that their strength is limited." ”

Sword Shadow's voice was already a little weak: "I know, but now that we have waited for so long, we don't have the energy to drag it out, rather than dragging it out like this, it's better to fight." ”

Zhao Feng sighed slightly: "The matter is urgent, junior...... Juniors do their best. ”

"Okay, good, good, worthy of being a disciple of my Five Continents, get ready." Sword Shadow's excited voice trembled a little.

Zhao Feng nodded solemnly, a gust of wind came, Zhao Feng's body slowly floated up, and then fell straight down, Zhao Feng looked at the black mire below, but found that the mire suddenly separated from the middle, the silt and black soil seemed to be separated by an invisible wall Zhao Feng fell deeply, until the silt disappeared, and the surrounding area became black green bricks, and the force supporting Zhao Feng suddenly disappeared, Zhao Feng only felt a slight shake and lost consciousness.

When Zhao Feng woke up, his eyes were black, he struggled to get up, checked his body, and there was nothing serious, he got up and looked around, just like the confined space like the dark room before. Behind him was a black stone platform with a lone sword stuck in it.

Zhao Feng walked over and looked at the black sword, and slowly walked up to the stone platform, the sword in the stone platform was all black, standing there quietly, leaving the world independent.

Zhao Feng thought of what the old sword shadow said before, frowned, thought about it repeatedly, reached out and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, the whole body was cold to the touch, Zhao Feng tried to inject sword qi into it.

The moment the sword qi rushed into the black sword, a light appeared in Zhao Feng's mind, and his consciousness seemed to be brought to the sword, surrounded by the vast universe, the stars became like dust, this feeling of being above everything intuitively reached Zhao Feng's mind,

Zhao Feng's body trembled slightly, his consciousness returned again, and the black sword he was holding in his hand was still in his hand, Zhao Feng looked at the black sword in a complicated manner, and the thunder light in his hand suddenly flashed, and it passed straight to the black sword.

"Hmph." A cold snort that was neither heavy nor light exploded directly in Zhao Feng's brain, and directly interrupted the thunder trick that Zhao Feng had gathered, and exploded directly in his body, Zhao Feng felt that his internal organs were all burned by fire.

A gust of evil wind came from above, and it ran towards Zhao Feng invisibly, Zhao Feng wanted to withdraw his hand and leave, but my hand on the black sword.