In fact, for Mu Jinglu, it seems that he does not lack weapons at hand.

Although Mu Jinglu has a broken sword in his hand, the longer he uses it, the more Mu Jinglu feels that the broken sword is in his hand, and he can even occasionally sense the emotions of the broken sword, as if he is about to produce a sword spirit.

Mu Jinglu naturally did not feel arrogant that the sword spirit was born because of himself, although he couldn't be sure whether the broken sword was Xuanyuan Sword or not, but the broken sword must be an extraordinary thing.

Let's cut the broken sword again, in the Shenting Cave of Mujing Road at this time, there is also a battle sword of the Great Enemy of the Northern Yin Sultan Capital with the second cheesy name.

The name is a bit vulgar, but after all, it is an immortal weapon.

The pastoral path has also stepped into the red steps at this time, so it can naturally be used. However, the broken sword was used very well, and Mu Jinglu did not have the ability to use two hearts at this time, so he had to hide the enemy's sword for the time being.

There are many skills and treasures. After Jian Chao mentioned that he might get the Excalibur in the Sword Shrine, Mu Jinglu naturally wanted to come and try it.

But along the way, the pastoral path that was originally with the intention of exploring treasures has put away the mentality of playing at this time.

Every time he touched a long sword, Mu Jinglu could sense the emotions of the long sword. Even the remnant sword lying on the ground, like a human, told the pasture road about his past life.

There is the sword spirit's own experience, and there is also the love and hatred of the master who can't forget the previous master.

There is poignant love, touching brotherhood, and shocking family affection; there are also swordsmen and warriors who are dedicated to the people, and national heroes who defend their families and the country.

Mujinglu was immersed in one touching story after another and couldn't extricate himself, bitter, smiling, and moving.

One picture after another, constantly rolling in the mind of the pasture, like a movie film in the previous life, did not stop for a moment.

In a trance, Mu Jinglu lost his mind, regarded himself as the protagonist of every story, and felt the poignant or heroic emotions of the protagonist in each story.

I don't know if it's because the pastoral path resonates with the sword spirit himself or the master's consciousness, or because of the chaotic sword body of the pastoral path, all the swords that have been touched by the pastoral path will leap up and follow behind the pastoral path.

For a long time, behind the pastoral path, there were countless swords floating, and there was a look of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, domineering.

The momentum of countless sword spirits was awakened by the pastoral path, and the cold righteousness, terrifying murderous aura, and weird evil aura were intertwined one after another, rolling up a whirlwind of momentum.

The already small amount of aura in the sword mound, like a mortal, had a feeling of fear, and they all avoided the whirlwind of momentum, and shrank to the periphery of the sword mound, trembling.

The sword slave outside the sword mound looked at the sword mound with a look of disbelief, and was stunned.

The black-robed man has taken over the position of the sword slave for more than two thousand years, and in the sword slave's lifelong experience, he has never seen such a scene.

Although the Sword Pavilion has been suppressed by various sects, no disciples have entered the Sword Shrine for nearly a thousand years. But thousands of years ago, from time to time, there would still be disciples in the Sword Pavilion who would bring back their apprentices to complete the foundation building and enter the mound to find the sword.

Among the hundreds of disciples received by the sword slave, it would be good to be able to attract the attention of the two sword spirits, how could there be such a grand scene of ten thousand swords returning to the sect.

Even before the black-robed man took over the position of sword slave, there was no such exaggerated scene in the records or rumors of the Sword Pavilion classics.

The sword slave was so excited that his body trembled. In the future, the revitalization of the Sword Pavilion will all be on the body of this kid in the Sword Shrine at this time.

It's not good! If this continues, this kid will be finished! The excited sword slave's face suddenly changed greatly, and he kicked his legs and quickly rushed towards the pasture path.

The speed of the sword slave is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch the slightest figure of the sword slave, the only thing that can confirm the direction of the sword slave is that there is a series of afterimages behind the sword slave that have no time to disappear.

Tens of thousands of memories poured into the divine sense, not to mention that there was only a red-level pastoral path, even a blue-level domestic slave couldn't bear it.

The reason why the sword slave is a sword slave is that while serving the ten thousand swords in the sword mound, he also has a natural suppression of the sword mound. As long as the sword slave appears in the sword shrine, most of the divine swords will be suppressed, and they dare not go beyond it in the slightest.

But today it is very unusual.

The moment the sword slave rushed into the sword shrine, the tens of thousands of long swords behind the pastoral path actually turned around at the same time, making a piercing buzzing sound, and stabbed in the direction of the sword slave.

Without the response of the law, without the blessing of the master's spiritual power, even if it is the Excalibur Sword Spirit, it cannot use the power of the Excalibur.

However, there were too many Excalibur attacks, and the attacks that were sent out together gathered together actually emitted a power that the sword slaves had never seen.

Although I had never seen such a powerful sword move of ten thousand swords returning to one, the momentum after the mixture of various murderous auras actually made the sword slave feel the power of the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

"Purple Order!" the sword slave exclaimed with a look of astonishment, even fear.

The attacks of both sides were like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the sword slave collided with the ten thousand swords.

With a loud bang, the ten thousand swords attacked fiercely, knocking the sword slave backwards and flying out. The sword slave who was flying upside down spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and his face instantly shriveled. The blue-level spiritual power in his body was completely shattered by the power of the law.

The sword slave, who was temporarily unable to mobilize his spiritual power, had to watch as he drew a graceful parabola and fell hard outside the stone gate of the sword mound.

After the sword slave fell out of the sword mound, ten thousand spirit swords and divine swords stopped their offensive and immediately turned over and gathered behind the pasture path.

What is happening in the outside world, the pastoral path is completely unknown.

At this time, the sea of knowledge of the pastoral path has been turned upside down by tens of thousands of memories and the power of the spirit sword. Countless characters with different lives, intersecting randomly in the sea of pastoral paths, making it completely impossible to distinguish who they are.

The disorder of consciousness caused the body of the pastoral path to completely lose control, and his eyes stood motionless in place.

The sword slave who fell outside the stone gate couldn't move, so he had to look anxiously at the pasture road, and kept shouting: "Boy, wake up!

The tone of the sword slave seemed to contain not only worries about the future of the Sword Pavilion, but also other emotions, even stronger than worries about the future of the Sword Pavilion.

In the sea of knowledge on the pasture path, it was like a tsunami, and the sky was dark, and there was no light in sight. In the distance of the void in the sea of knowledge, there was a spatial crack that would only appear when the sword confusion summoned the thunder.

However, the spatial crack was not stable for the time being, and suddenly appeared, and then turned into a black line and suddenly disappeared.

Just when the Pastoral Path was about to collapse, the Linglong Pagoda finally moved.

Without any human drive, the Linglong Pagoda spontaneously grew larger, and in an instant, it expanded countless times, like a huge sky city floating above the sea.

The tsunami in the sea of knowledge is also getting higher and higher, and it has hit the bottom of the Linglong Pagoda, looking like it may swallow the Linglong Pagoda at any time.

After the Linglong Pagoda became larger, the two horns on the top of the pagoda that looked like a diamond ring and a crescent moon suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire sea of knowledge on the pastoral path.

"Town!"

Out of nowhere, a shout suddenly sounded, like a bell and drum at dusk, buzzing.

After the sound, the sea of consciousness that was originally churning on the pastoral path road quieted down in an instant, and only the slightest trace of the divine consciousness of many sword spirits was left to flee in a panic, as if they were very afraid of this sound.

Zhihai quieted down, and the pastoral path finally regained consciousness, staring at the exquisite pagoda in the sea of knowledge. Without waiting for the pastoral path to react, the diamond ring and crescent ring at the top of the Linglong Pagoda once again emitted dazzling light.

"Soul refining!"

It's still that voice, and it's full of righteousness from different sides. The word 'soul refining' spread all over the sea of knowledge on the pastoral path with a fierce momentum.

The sword spirit divine consciousness that was originally fleeing indiscriminately was involuntarily sucked towards the Linglong Pagoda, without any struggle, and was sucked into the penultimate layer of the Linglong Pagoda in the blink of an eye.

After all the sword spirits' divine senses disappeared, the Linglong Pagoda suddenly shrank to two feet long, and continued to float quietly over the sea of consciousness on the pasture road.

After Zhihai calmed down, the divine consciousness of the pastoral path left Zhihai and regained control of his body.

"Whew... It turns out that this is what Uncle Shi said to keep his heart!" Mu Jinglu let out a long breath and patted his chest with palpitations.

The sword spirit's divine consciousness was damaged, and he had already fled in panic, returning to his original place, trembling constantly, as if he was very afraid of the pastoral path touching him again.

Mu Jinglu looked at the reactions of tens of thousands of spirit swords and divine swords, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Being troubled like this by the Linglong Tower, I'm afraid no spirit sword dares to approach him!" Mu Jinglu whispered to himself with some regret: "If it weren't for the Linglong Tower, I'm afraid I would have died here." Forget it, everyone has a life. Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and misfortunes and blessings are caused, maybe it is the sword of my life. ”

Mu Jinglu summoned the broken sword again, and gently stroked the broken sword, with a satisfied face.

Since he came, even if he couldn't get the sword, Mujing Road would plan to finish the sword mound. After that, it was indeed as Mu Jinglu thought, the sword in the sword mound, and when he saw Mu Jinglu, they all trembled with fear.

Looking at the sword like a child, Mu Jinglu couldn't bear to hurt them anymore, shook his head with a chuckle, didn't touch any of them, and walked all the way, browsing the sword mound.

Outside the sword mound, the sword slave who was still lying on the ground was stunned.

First, ten thousand swords returned to the sect, which almost caused the divine consciousness of the pastoral path to collapse. Then, I don't know what happened, and none of the swords dared to step forward near the pasture path as if they had seen their nemesis.

How could this be? If he can't get the approval of Excalibur, won't this kid go home empty-handed?

The broken sword in that kid's hand seems to be extraordinary, but the broken sword is always a broken sword, do you want this kid to fight the world alone with just a broken sword in his hand, and raise the power of my Sword Pavilion?

The sword slave looked at the pastoral path wandering around in the sword mound with an unwilling face, and kept shouting in his heart: Ancestors, do you really want to let the Sword Pavilion remain silent until it disappears on the Xuanwei Continent?

Although the sword slave was not lightly injured, it was not life-threatening. Moreover, because of the fear of tens of thousands of swords, the sword intent that suppressed the sword slave was slowly disappearing, and the aura in the sword slave's body also regained control.

The sword slave worked hard to recover from the wounds in his body, and planned to go to the sword mound to help the pasture path after resuming his actions.

"Huh, you're not afraid of me?" Mu Jinglu seemed to think that the swords in the sword mound could understand his words, and found that a broken sword did not tremble because of his arrival, and asked curiously.

This sword is also the only calm sword that Mu Jinglu has seen since he entered the sword mound. If it is a sword, in fact, in the concept of the pastoral path, it is more like a longer dagger.

Mu Jinglu crouched down and looked at the dagger curiously.

The dagger stuck in the dust, leaking only about six inches of hilt and seven or eight inches of blade.

The short sword is golden red all over, but there are dark ink lines on the hilt of the sword that keep swimming, like a black dragon, calm and restrained.

Above the sword boring (the sword's gauntlet), there is a dark green gem that does not emit the slightest fluorescent light, which is very inconspicuous.

Further down, there is the blade of the short sword, carved with wave-like stripes on both sides, like the waves in a river, emitting a faint scale light, lifelike.

On the blade of the sword near the sword boring, two characters are carved with a small seal. It is also these two words that make the pasture road lose its color and at the same time, it is also exciting.

Fish intestines!

Can you not be excited? The Fish Intestine Sword is one of the ten famous swords that were rumored in the world of Mujing Road in the previous life, and it came from the hand of Ou Yezi, a master of the Warring States Period.

According to convention, what was famous in the pasture road should not be simple in this world.

Mu Jinglu rubbed his hands excitedly, stretched out his hand, and held the hilt of the fish intestine sword.

Airplanes!

As soon as he touched the hilt of the Dao Fish Intestine Sword, Mu Jinglu's head roared, and another image appeared in his mind.

In a very richly decorated hall, a eunuch stood beside an emperor, and under the main hall, dozens of officials wearing official hats knelt on both sides. In front of each official, the table (in the Qin and Han dynasties, when people knelt and sit, the horizontal table in front of them) was full of meat and wine.

The eunuch shouted loudly outside the main hall with his throat: "Gongzi Guang brings delicacies and sweet and sour fish to meet you!"

The eunuch's tail note dragged on for a long time, giving people goosebumps to the ground. After the eunuch's shout fell, a handsome man dressed in brocade clothes walked into the main hall with a plate of delicious cooking.

The porcelain plate is nearly two feet long, and on top of the plate, there is a large fish.

The man and the warrior came to the emperor, knelt down, raised the plate above his head, and said loudly: "The minister Lu (Zhuanzhu) has seen the king of Wu. ”

The emperor, who was called King Wu, chuckled kindly and said heartily: "This is the sweet and sour fish that Gongzi Guang admires?"

Gongzi Guanglu lowered the plate and said respectfully: "Please Wu Wang Pinzhi." With that, He Lu lowered his head and glanced at Zhuanzhu, stepped up the steps, and walked towards King Wu. Zhuan Zhu stood in place and did not move, just lowered his head slightly.

"Hurry up and come forward. King Wu had already picked up the chopsticks in his right hand and beckoned impatiently to He Lu.

He Lu nodded respectfully, then took a few steps forward and personally presented the huge plate to King Wu.

King Wu picked up the chopsticks and slowly sandwiched the sweet and sour fish on the plate.

Just when King Wu's chopsticks were about to touch the sweet and sour fish, He Lu raised his head and looked at King Wu fiercely. King Wu was taken aback by Lu Lu's fierce face, and subconsciously wanted to shout.

Without waiting for King Wu to speak, Zhuan Zhu, who was less than seven steps away from King Wu and He Lu, suddenly jumped up, stretched out one hand to the plate in His hand, and was pinched and exploded by the fragrant big fish that was cooking.

After the big fish was pinched and exploded, a golden-red broken sword appeared in Zhuzhu's hand.

"Faint Emperor Ji is killed!" Zhu Zhu shouted, raised the golden-red broken sword in his hand, and stabbed it into King Wu's heart before the guards in the main hall could react.

Fish intestines! This is the king of Wu who was recorded in the history of his previous life! Could it be that the same thing happened in this world? Is it the person with the same name, or is it the same person recorded in history?

When the pasture road was stunned, the image had disappeared, and the vision of the pasture road returned to the sword mound.

Before Mujinglu came back to his senses, the fish intestine sword that was originally caught by Mujinglu in his hand suddenly shook violently, competing for the right hand of Mujinglu, and rushed into the sky with a bang.

Uh! Fish intestine sword, are you afraid of yourself?

Mu Jinglu raised his head and looked at the direction in which the fish intestine sword flew away, with a look of great regret.

Without waiting for the pasture road to sigh, the fish intestine sword in the air suddenly turned around and galloped towards the pasture road.

Although Mu Jinglu did not feel the slightest killing intent from the fierce momentum of the fish intestine sword, the sudden change made Mu Jinglu subconsciously summon the broken sword, raise his right hand, and prepare to block.

However, with a snort, there was no obstruction, passing through the red aura sword on the broken sword, and running directly to the head of the pastoral path.

Dead doomed! Mu Jinglu, who didn't have time to react, only sighed in his heart, and watched the fish intestine sword stab at his eyebrows.

There was no blood, no pain, and the fish intestine sword disappeared in front of the pasture path.

The scene looks weird, but Mu Jing Lu knows where the fish intestine sword went, that is, Mu Jing Lu's Zhihai.

Mu Jinglu quickly closed his eyes and sank his divine consciousness into the sea of knowledge.

After sinking into the sea of knowledge, Mu Jinglu looked confused.

The fish intestine sword first circled around the Linglong Pagoda a few times, and then suddenly stopped and knocked on the body of the Linglong Pagoda, making a crisp sound.

Linglong Pagoda reversed the previous majesty, jumped mischievously, and stomped the fish intestine sword with the tower pedestal.

Nima, is this a greeting? feelings these two babies know each other?

After the fish intestine sword and the Linglong Pagoda said hello, they stopped moving, and both of them floated quietly in the sea of knowledge on the pasture path.

Mu Jinglu withdrew from Zhihai, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a dark face. After thousands of calculations, Mu Jinglu didn't want to fight the fish intestine sword, so it was so simple to admit the master.

Compared with the speechlessness of the pastoral path, the sword slave outside the sword mound is only excited.

The sword that has just flown up, the sword slave has seen it in the ancient books of the Sword Pavilion. That is the Divine Sword Fish Intestine! It is cultivated to the extreme, and it is not inferior to the top-level immortal weapons of various other sects.

The immortal weapon is a thorn in the Sword Pavilion. Why? It's not because the Sword Pavilion has countless immortal weapons, but there is none that can be taken out.

The sword mound is full of mountains and fields comparable to immortal weapons, and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have not appeared since the last Demon War.

After the fish intestines entered the body, Mu Jinglu felt that there was a desperate spirit of wanting to fight the world alone from the sea of knowledge, which constantly affected Mu Jing Lu, making Mu Jing Lu want to go down the mountain immediately and fight the world alone.

However, the pastoral path is not reckless, and he exhales deeply to suppress this courageous spirit.

But before Mujinglu suppressed the thoughts in his heart, the sword mound suddenly shook, and then nine sword lights of different colors suddenly appeared, and after spinning in mid-air, they rushed into the eyebrows of Mujinglu.