Li Xiao traveled to the heavens.

They have learned kendo with Nameless, Jiujian Immortal and Yan Chixia respectively.

Absorbing.

Invisibly, Li Xiao's swordsmanship also carries their shadows.

So much so that it is difficult to break through the shackles of entering a sword realm.

Therefore, Li Xiao urgently needs to break through this bottleneck now, otherwise his sword cultivation will stop.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Right now, Duan Lei has an idea.

"Please also ask the senior brother for guidance."

Li Xiao's gaze fell directly on Duan Lei's body, faintly with a hint of anticipation.

You must know that although Baimei Zhenren is the founder and head of the Emei faction.

But because he was also busy cultivating, he usually taught some basic spell tricks to his disciples, and then let them comprehend them on their own, almost half of the state of throwing his hands away.

However, as a rising star in the Emei faction, the second of the seven sons in the clouds, succumbed to the elder brother Danchenzi.

Duan Lei was able to teach other disciples to practice because of his strong martial arts, and a Taiyi light sword that slashed demons and eliminated demons made him superb, and he had also entered the hall above the cultivation of the sword.

It's just that this guy is more lazy by nature, patronizing and teaching other juniors and sisters, while his own cultivation is stagnant.

However, this does not prevent him from having profound experience and experience in teaching and solving doubts.

Therefore, after hearing what Duan Lei said, Li Xiao was inevitably a little excited.

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At this time, he heard Duan Lei say mysteriously: "Senior brother, do you know how many monks there are on Mount Emei?" ”

Li Xiao pondered for a moment and said: "There are Shizun, Tianlei Twin Swords, Seven Sons of Yunzhong, three hundred Qingcheng disciples, and more than ten elders on Mount Emei, plus some miscellaneous disciples who have not officially started, there are more than four hundred people in total. ”

"That's right."

Duan Lei nodded, tapped his fingers on the table and continued to talk: "But Emei has been established for thousands of years, and in the passage of time, all the disciples should add up to tens of thousands.

These tens of thousands of people, everyone uses swords as a weapon to carry with them, do you know where these tens of thousands of swords go? ”

A glint flashed in his eyes, and Li Xiao seemed to have an understanding: "Could it be that on Mount Emei, there is also an existence similar to a sword mound?" ”

Life and death are a reincarnation, birth comes from the womb, and death also pays attention to entering the earth for peace.

Therefore, when people die, their bodies are buried in graves.

In the eyes of some kendo venerables, each sword is unique and alive from the point where it was forged.

The sword shines brightly.

The death of the sword must also be sealed.

Therefore, after the sword is destroyed or the sword qi is sharpened, the master will build a tomb for the sword, which is the sword mound!

"In Emei, this is called the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Tomb!"

"This Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Tomb is the place where ten thousand swords gather, the sword aura is strong and powerful, and there are countless sword forces entrenched, if the junior brother goes to the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Tomb, he may have some understanding."

Duan Lei said in a deep voice.

The other party's words fell on Li Xiao's ears, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Not to mention whether it can really help him break through the sword realm.

Let's just say that this Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is also extremely rare, and this time it aroused Li Xiao's interest.

"Senior Brother Lao will lead the way."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

When the words fell, the sword light in the cave wrinkled, carrying two figures, turning into two terrifying sword shadows, and quickly swept towards the southwest corner of the suspended Emei Mountains.

The sword qi swept away, splashing the flowing spring and waterfall with crystal water.

Birds and fairy birds, flapping their wings, scattered in panic.

After about a stick of incense, Li Xiao and Duan Lei landed on a mountain cliff.

The cliff is somewhat vast and desolate.

Rubble, debris and rubble.

The flowers and plants have also withered, and the trees are no longer green, and there are only a few scattered dead yellow leaves hanging on the branches two or three meters above the ground, which will flutter down at any time.

The slightest aura between the plants and trees converges into wisps of cyan natural aura, converging towards the hinterland of the mountain cliff.

When he saw this scene, Li Xiao also smacked his tongue slightly.

These natural aura, as if they had been pulled by something, swam towards that side.

With curiosity in their hearts, Li Xiao and Duan Lei walked forward in the direction of the aura's swimming, and after crossing some boulders exposed on the barren land, the two came to a deep and open valley.

Li Xiao fixed his eyes and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a little surprise.

I saw that in this desolate and vast valley, there were countless sword blades buried.

Some are thick and broad-bladed giant swords, some are light and elegant soft swords, and there are even more spirit snake swords with curved and twisted sword bodies, shaped like spirit snakes, with different sword shapes and sword momentum.

Some plunge straight into the ground, some lie diagonally between the rocks, and some lie quietly under the sand.

Some of these blades are already rusty, while others are still silvery, with the texture and sharpness of metal, and the sharp edges are flowing slowly on the surface of the sword body, which is the natural aura contained in this mountain cliff.

The aura is immersed in the sword body, and the sword spirit is nourished, so that it will not be extinguished.

"This is the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Tomb."

Looking around at this immortal mound where ten thousand swords were buried, Li Xiao muttered.

With a slight flicker, Li Xiao's figure fell into the Sword Mound Canyon and slowly walked through these intertwined sword blades.

Although most of these swords were half-cut into the earth, the sword spirits in them still seemed to exist, and they were in the same breath with each other, trembling gently from time to time, emitting bursts of clanging and clanging sword sounds, as if a kind of resonance was connected among the ten thousand swords.

One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

Each sword has a life and its own fate.

They may have been born in an unknown blacksmith's shop.

Some have experienced brutal fighting.

And some of them have never been stained with blood.

Or the dust is sealed in the ruins of a treasure house, and after being excavated to show its edge, it is now sealed in this sword mound.

They are so vivid and vivid in the human eye.

Each sword seems to contain its own story and past.

Some of them are buried here forever, while others are still sword spirits, waiting for the arrival of the sword master.

Between the thoughts surging, Li Xiao suddenly felt in a trance.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the Thunder Yan Sword among the Heavenly Thunder Twin Swords.

In the original work, when Changkong Wuji and Li Yingqi were cultivating the combination of the two swords of heaven and thunder, they died on the spot because Changkong Wuji was distracted by a business trip.

After that, the white-eyed real person reshaped a new life with the unscrupulous Yuan Shen, that is, the punishment of incorruptibility.

Although the memory of the Yuan Shen of Lian Xing is no longer after being washed, Lei Yanjian still recognizes him as the sword master, and it is in this sword mound that Lian Xing found his exclusive Lei Yan Sword!

It can be seen that every sword is alive, has its own unique sword momentum, and each sword posture also has its own unique sword style.

The aura suddenly appeared in his divine consciousness, and contemplating these sword momentums, Li Xiao seemed to feel something.

He sat down on a boulder.

Closing his eyes slightly, by visualizing the sword momentum, he sensed the fierce and majestic sword qi around him, and the whole person seemed to have entered some kind of wonderful state.

Duan Lei didn't dare to disturb when he saw this situation, and after watching for a while, he tiptoed to the side to protect Li Xiao.

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。 Writing Chinese Network M.