The figure of the giant sword hung in the air, like a mirage looming in the clouds.

Gu Yunying raised her head from time to time, and she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the blood-colored fledglings surrounding the giant sword had gradually grown up.

Watching the blood-colored chicks grow faster and faster, she began to be a little anxious, there was not much mention of this paragraph in the original book, she was not sure about the progress of this plot, so she could only rush over as soon as possible.

But-

Why do these swords always want to fall at her feet?!

Take two steps and drop a handful.

Take three steps and drop a pair.

So, is there a magnet on her body!

She took a deep breath and ran over at a gallop, the spirit sword falling behind her with a clatter, the scene was as spectacular as if knives were raining.

"I'm special! Help me! ”

The faster she ran, the faster the spirit sword behind her fell, so that she didn't have the courage to stop at all, for fear of being accidentally injured by the spirit sword rain.

[Gain Gu Yunying's aggro +555.] 】

[Gain Gu Yunying's hatred +666.] 】

[Obtain Gu Yunying's ......]

Just galloped all the way, driving countless spirit swords to fall, which can be described as "the spirit sword treats me like my first love, and sparks bring lightning all the way".

"Poof."

Looking at the panicked figures running below the canyon, Li Heng laughed out loud without conscience.

He stared at Gu Yunying's smile intently, whether she was chased by the spirit sword and scolded in anger, or was almost stabbed by a spirit sword and was frightened, it was so vivid and vivid, especially when she buried her head and rushed forward, that little face became puffy, like an angry little pufferfish, being put in the palm of her hand, and she pouted angrily.

"It's so cute......" Liheng couldn't help but mutter.

No, I can't think about it anymore, and if I think about it again, I can't help but rush over and hug her.

Li Heng wanted to look away, but there was no way at all, Gu Yunying's every move could pull his sight, under the brilliant sun, his golden eyes were like the morning sun shining only on her, closely following her.

In the end, he was still distressed Gu Yunying ran all the way, he stretched out his slender five fingers, as if he was gently tugging in her direction through the air, and the speed at which those spirit swords fell slowed down.

Gu Yunying unexpectedly slowed down, she hadn't learned the spell of flying in the air, if she really wanted to run all the way like this, she would definitely not be able to bear it, but fortunately, when she was about to lose her physical strength, the speed at which those spirit swords fell suddenly slowed down.

She didn't look back to see what was going on, she just gasped for breath with great joy, and she wanted to start practicing for the rest of her life.

To be honest, even if she was an Innate Saint Dao sword body, she wouldn't let these spirit swords be so fanatical, and they all fell on her in an uproar.

Although there are not many descriptions of the sword mound of the Sword Sect, the legendary spirit sword of Lian Jiuqu came from the sword mound.

The sword mound is where the bones of the sword are buried.

All things have spirits, even if they are mortal weapons in the mortal world, if they follow their masters for a long time, they will be given spiritual nature.

Not to mention the spirit sword, this kind of natal magic weapon that is integrated with the body and mind of the sword cultivator master, most of them are extremely spiritual, and some can even give birth to independent spiritual wisdom.

Sword cultivation is not only to study sword moves, but also to communicate with the spirit sword, people and swords are companions with the same mind.

However, there is no longevity in the world, and since the era of ten thousand laws, there has been no ascension.

No matter how long a monk lives, there will be a time when he will run out.

Most monks simply say goodbye to their relatives and friends one by one, and then pass away for a long time.

But sword cultivation not only has to say goodbye to this earthly world, but also to say goodbye to the long sword that has been with him for many years.

People can understand the common things of life and death, but the sword does not know the common feelings of people.

Since a long time ago, this has been the burial place of the bones of the spirit swords who have lost their masters.

They stand quietly here, waiting for the day when they forget their former owners and find another destined person again.

Or perhaps, waiting for the day when I slowly decay and grow old, and finally run out of spirituality.

Therefore, this place is known as the sword mound.

The mound is the grave.

Either dissipate from death or be reborn from death.

This is a singing and crying deed, so everyone who has reverence for kendo will expect to become the person who is destined to be, and have the honor to let the spirit sword that once accompanied the sword cultivators in bloody battles regain their new life and reappear in their own hands.

It's a pity that there are very few people who are destined, and if you are lucky enough to get one, you can make people wake up from a dream.

Get two, that's the chosen one!

As for three and more......

"Go away, you vulgar spirit swords!"

"You love only my holy body, and you don't care about my soul at all!"

"Go away, you're not the spirit sword I want!!"

Gu Yunying wanted to cry without tears, he had just rested, and the speed at which this spirit sword fell began to speed up again!

Can you have some regularity when you fall?

The road in front of the canyon became narrower and narrower, and the speed at which the spirit sword fell did not change, but the number began to decrease sharply.

At this time, a stone tablet appeared in front, which was engraved with a few words in bright red: "After five hundred miles, it is a fine product in the world." ”

In the front and back of the stele, there was no longer the existence of the spirit sword, Gu Yunying was able to rest against the stele for a while, she stared at the words "human boutique" on the stele.

Could it be that the people outside are all mortal spirit swords, so they will chase after them without skin and face.

The so-called high-quality spirit sword in the world should be like a lady who will be reserved......

What the hell!!

As soon as he stepped in, the scene of the falling spirit sword reappeared!

I'm so tired, it's not worth it in the world.

"Go away, you superficial spirit swords!"

"You don't love me at all, you just love my Eucharist!"

"I won't let your superficial spirit sword get your wish!"

[Gain Gu Yunying's hatred +999.] 】

"Hahaha!" Li Heng covered his stomach and laughed so much that he couldn't even straighten his waist.

He had always known that his little girl was unusual, but he didn't expect it to be so different.

Seeing Gu Yunying looking so embarrassed, the skirts on her body were dirty, covered with dust and mud, and her face was sweaty, sticking the hair on her sideburns to her side cheeks, it was impossible not to feel distressed, but Li Heng also understood that this was the fate of the little girl, and he couldn't let her live in the greenhouse because of his doting.

Although, he really wants to put his petite heart and liver in the palm of his hand, protect her by his side all the time, and don't let her be hurt at all, and he doesn't want others to look at her more, so that there is only himself in her world.

But he didn't.

He knew that Gu Yunying was a proud person, although she often behaved without a bottom line, but she was actually a person with a very bottom line.

On weekdays, he is unforgiving, and he attacks indiscriminately, but in fact, he has a clear heart.

Whoever treats her well, she will repay the peach, and whoever treats her badly, she will return the tooth with a tooth, in Liheng's eyes, Gu Yunying is the most straightforward and lovely girl.

So, he couldn't bear it.

Such a little girl, he can only take care of it silently, let her grow up little by little, and see the wider world.

The premise, of course, is to be with him forever.

Li Heng thought very well, but Gu Yunying didn't have any ripple thoughts at all.

She just wanted to know......

In addition to the best in the world, the best in the world, and the best in the world, how many products are there in this world!?

Assi!

She's already run over three steles.

Each piece was stabbed upside down by the spirit sword behind it, and it had to fall down towards her.

For the first time, Gu Yunying felt melancholy because she was too popular.

Finally, she almost ran to the end of the canyon, and there were finally no vulgar and superficial and frivolous spirit swords around her.

In front is still a stone stele, on which is indeed engraved a line of clear flowers: "The world is terrifying, trespassers, life and death are fateful." ”

Did it end up being a human horror?

"I'm going to see how horrible it is." Gu Yunying rolled up her sleeves and walked in generously.

Because she saw that inside, there was not a single spirit sword, only empty and desolate.

This should be the source of the canyon water, but unlike the turbulence outside, the river is as calm as a mirror, clearly reflecting Gu Yunying's embarrassed appearance now.

She tilted her head and surveyed her surroundings, and noticed that it was eerily quiet.

The gorge walls here are still full of strange peaks, but they are no longer bare, but the banks are covered with layers of carrot flowers.

The lilac poise flowers stretch their branches, bending and coiling like clouds, and the flourishing branches hang down, covering the sky and the sun, like a thrilling purple waterfall.

And such luxuriant foliage did not make a sound.

The wind does not move, the light and shadow freeze, and the place is as quiet as a beautiful picture.

Gu Yunying stabilized his mind, and after resting for a while, he cautiously came to the front of the string of purple waterfalls.

It was supposed to be beautiful and flawless, but at the lowest end of the waterfall, a hole was artificially broken.

She looked down the hole and paused.

—

"Han Chen, what is your intention!?"

Shen Yipi was so angry that he flipped the table and raised his sleeves to question.

At this moment, his eyes were like a torch, and the sword momentum was released, so that everyone present couldn't speak, so he had to secretly exercise his strength to resist this oppression from the sword momentum.

Han Chen, who was scolded by pointing his nose, was even more cold in a cold sweat, and his face was gloomy: "Shen Yipi, don't deceive people too much!" ”

Hearing this, Shen Yipi sneered: "Lian Jiuqu has to let us send the demon cultivator over, okay, we specially sent someone to send you over, but as a result, that baby bump of your Jiuchen Gate dared to make trouble in my sword mound!" ”

"How much does the Sword Shrine mean to my Sword Sect, who in this world doesn't know, if there is any difference in the Sword Shrine, I will personally abolish the practice of Jiuqu!"

Han Chen didn't want to lose his momentum, so he also slapped the table: "Shen Yipi, you dare to abolish Jiuqu, my Jiuchen Sect and your Sword Sect will never die!" ”

"Heh, just rely on your group of fortune tellers, what qualifications do you have to fight with our sword cultivators." Shen Yipi spat at him, "You old shameless person, you just can't see the good of others, you have an idea when you see our sword mound, don't think I don't know, even if you gamble on this life and die with you, I won't let you destroy the sword mound!" ”

"Calm down, everyone, you are all decent and famous, why bother?" Xuantian Sect's Qihua Daojun played a round next to him, and by the way, the monks next to him pulled these two people.

Han Chen was dragged by the arm, knowing that this was the territory of Xuantian Sect, and it was not good to make too much trouble, but he still couldn't get used to Shen Yipi's contemptuous appearance.

"Shen Yipi, why do you think Jiuqu has destroyed the Sword Shrine? Our sect master personally calculated a hexagram, and Jiuqu's natal magic weapon is in your Sword Sect. ”

Hearing this, Shen Yipi's cheeks twitched, as if he was holding back his anger: "You people from the Jiuchen Sect are still shameless, and you dare to come to my Sword Sect to find a natal magic weapon......"

"By the way, our sect master has also clearly calculated, and after Jiuqu obtains his natal magic weapon, he will probably need your teaching."

Shen Yipi's movements froze, as if he had thought of a possibility.

Sure enough, he heard Han Chen's words behind -

"After all, that's the fierce sword that your master forged before his death, the Blood Lake!"