As soon as Lin Huan appeared, more than half of the spirit swords in the entire Sword Mountain made a violent buzzing sound, and even the spirit swords flew out directly from the Sword Mountain and stopped directly in front of him.

All the disciples showed envy on their faces, "This Sword Mountain is extraordinary, and most of the sword spirits bred are high-minded and arrogant, I heard that some of the disciples who entered the Sword Mountain in the past even returned empty-handed!" ”

"It's really worthy of Senior Brother Lin, this kind of grand occasion is really unprecedented!"

"Who said that, I heard that when the young senior sister entered the sword mound, the spirit swords all over the mountain were responding."

Ye Lingge looked at the water mirror, his face was not obvious, but he was a little nervous, just because this sword mound has a sword called Blood Shura, which is the divine sword left here in the battle between good and evil thousands of years ago, and it is also the natal spirit sword of the big boss Ling Shenyuan.

If her junior brother can get the sword, it will definitely be like a tiger, and the boss will also lose a lot of help.

Su Xun was indifferent in his heart, it should be her Demon Venerable's things, and no one could snatch them away.

In the water mirror, Lin Huan did not stop at the foot of the mountain, and advanced all the way towards the mountainside, and finally stopped in front of a pitch-black broken sword mottled with rust and the blade turned out.

This is the Excalibur that the Lingsong says?

Lin Huan frowned slightly, and he still held the hilt of the sword with doubts in his heart, and slowly injected the spiritual power in his body into it.

Seeing this, the disciples were suddenly a little confused.

"There are so many top-grade spirit swords, why did Senior Brother Lin choose this remnant sword?"

Only Ye Lingge's heart was raised to his throat, and he stared at the water mirror for a moment.

However, she was destined to be disappointed, Lin Huan injected a lot of spiritual power, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it didn't even stir up a wave.

After a while, Lin Huan had no choice but to give up the Blood Shura, chose another silver-white Immortal Spirit Sword, and spun out of the Sword Mountain.

The gray-clothed old man nodded, his cloudy old eyes showed a little satisfaction, "Yes, the Nine Dragons Sword is an immortal sword, and the sword qi can swallow the sun and the moon and is extremely domineering, since you have chosen it, don't let it be dusty." ”

Lin Huan waved at the old man, "Disciple, remember." ”

All the disciples looked at Lin Huan with envy, and said in a compliment, "Senior Brother Lin is really a dragon and phoenix among people, and he is an immortal sword as soon as he makes a move." ”

"With Senior Brother Lin's talent, it won't be long before he can leave us behind, and it's hard to see him."

Lin Huan smiled slightly, "It's just a fluke." ”

Ye Lingge's face sank, and his beautiful eyes looked in the direction where Ling Shenyuan was, and a trace of persistent murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The first nineteen seats entered the sword shrine in turn, and when they came out, there was ecstasy and frustration on their faces, and the best sword grade obtained was no more than a pseudo-immortal product, which was far from Lin Huan's Nine Dragons Sword.

"Light Sleep Peak Ling Shen Abyss."

Su Xun glanced at him and said lightly, "After entering, don't be greedy for small profits, and don't be ambitious." ”

Ling Shenyuan replied in a warm voice, "Disciple understands. ”

Then he turned around and entered the sword shrine.

Surrounded by the wind in the Wanli Mountain Range, the pain blowing on the body is bursting, and the entire sword mound can accommodate more than 10 million, but there are only a few responses.

Everyone outside laughed.

"Am I right? Five low-grade spirit swords, and one scrap iron! This level can also be in the top 50, and it won't make people laugh when they say it! ”

"Why don't you just take that black scrap metal? but it is a match for him. ”

As these people said, Ling Shenyuan didn't even look at the low-grade spirit sword, and scurried straight towards the mountainside with a light tiptoe, and finally stopped in front of the Blood Shura.

Looking at the familiar black engraving on the hilt of the sword, Ling Shenyuan's red eyes flickered slightly.

In the last life, after he slaughtered the Xuanling Sect, the so-called righteous path planned a ridiculous demon extermination conference, and he took this blood Shura to fight his way out of the siege and slaughtered all the 120 god-transforming monks in Xiaocang Mountain.