One zhang, and then another, Zhang Mingxin's hands and feet gradually flowed blood, it was the ice blade that cut it, the nails that were broken, and the bladeless sword handle scratched.

The blood flowed on the iron chain, the frost, the clothes, and the black sword in his hand, and there were also several blood stains dripping.

Nine hundred and seventy zhang. The wind no longer blows from side to side, but swirls around the chains, and above the chains, the wind whirls like a dragon.

There are only a few people left in front, and two of them crossed Zhang Mingxin later and climbed to the front, those two people are outdated, their bodies are shining, and they are also desperately urging their true luck, so they can get up. The two crossed over, looked at Zhang Mingxin, crawling on the chain, and didn't dare to despise it, but there was pity in their eyes.

Thirty chapters, there are still thirty zhang left! Zhang Mingxin was overjoyed.

Suddenly, his hand slipped, Zhang Ming's mind and body tilted, was swept up by the wind, half of his body flew up, Zhang Ming was frightened, and hurriedly used his empty hands to hold the iron chain, stabilize his body, and finally did not fall, but half of his body was volleyed under the iron chain, swaying with the wind.

Zhang Mingxin worked hard with both hands, tried for a long time, but finally couldn't get on the chain, his hands were sore, he was almost exhausted, his feet were swinging, and he had already been punctured by the ice cubes under the chain in several places.

A hand, stretched out from the chain, grabbed Zhang Ming, and pulled up hard, but it was a disciple of Xuanzong, who had fallen into the lake before, and climbed up at this time, seeing that Zhang Ming's heart was dangerous, he came to the rescue, Zhang Mingxin's face was immediately grateful, and he wanted to climb the chain.

"No help! Do your own thing, seek your own fate! Lu Youzhi's voice came from the mountain, but the disciple was not allowed to help Zhang Mingxin.

Hearing Lu Youzhi's words, the disciple did not let go immediately, his brows furrowed, and he was hesitating.

Zhang Mingxin snorted and said with difficulty: "Let go of Senior Brother, I can go up by myself." ”

The man seemed to think about it, and finally let go, and after a long time, a voice came from me: "I'm senior sister." ”

Zhang Mingxin was stunned for a moment, sighed, and was already thinking about how to climb in his mind.

Although Zhang Mingxin is not smart, not to mention the lack of the Lord's smart spirit, he likes to think about things when he encounters them. The hand was almost weak, and the wind was winding wildly, and his feet could not climb the chain at all, and he was afraid that he would not be able to go up on the chain.

Under the iron chain, there was cold ice again, the pedals were slippery and cut, and they couldn't be drilled, and Zhang Mingxin, who was hanging on the chain, seemed to have to fall.

Suddenly, Zhang Mingxin's two feet, hanging with the wind, hooked on the ice, the body is stable, the empty left hand, let go of the iron chain, grab the thousand-year-old ice under the chain, tighten the last trace of turbidity in the dantian, use both hands, slowly tilt the body, let go of a foot, hook on the top of the chain, and then use force on the hands and feet, and finally climb on the head and feet.

Zhang Mingxin watched the iron chain extend downward, the person by the lake was already too small to see, and he was terrified in his heart, if he was like the wooden pot that was swept away by the wind and then fell, I was afraid that it would be possible to be blown to the lake.

Slowly turn upwards. Zhang Mingxin struggled with the last strength of his body, more carefully than before, and climbed up.

Every time the wind is more wild, thirty zhang, it is like a thousand miles. When Zhang Mingxin grabbed the rock with one hand, Zhang Mingxin was happy, and finally got on, and when he raised the sword with the other hand, he was about to insert it.

The black sword was already bright red, and when it was two inches above the ground, Zhang Mingxin stopped, "It seems to have been said that the sword weapon can't touch the soil." ”

Zhang Mingxin could only use one hand and two feet to climb over the chain, lying on the ground, holding the sword in his right hand, but he raised it backwards to prevent it from falling into the ground.

"Go to the side, there are still people behind, don't stand in the way!"

Zhang Mingxin looked sideways, Lu Youzhi stood on the side, staring at Zhang Mingxin, and then looked at the sword in Zhang Mingxin's hand, turned his head and looked down again, the nose seemed to be shaking, and he snorted silently.

Zhang Mingxin staggered to the side with difficulty, wanting to insert the black sword into his belt, thinking about it, and hiding it in the animal skin coat, the belt in his arms.

"You really came up, took it, applied it and then used it to heal your wounds." A woman's white palm stretched out in front of her, and a porcelain bottle in her palm was a wound medicine.

Zhang Mingxin looked up and saw that it was a female disciple, who had seen it in Liuyue Peak, and the person who made fun of the sixth senior brother that day.

Zhang Mingxin was slightly disgusted, and remembered that this voice was the person who pulled himself on the chain, and his heart turned to gratitude, and he took it silently, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The woman waited, and when she saw that she couldn't wait for Zhang Mingxin's words, she said unhappily: "It's really the same wood as your senior brother, and Xie won't say a word." ”

Zhang Mingxin was stunned, and looked up again, the female disciple had already gone away, and regretted it in his heart, knowing that he had lost his manners.

Suddenly remembered something, hurriedly touched his arms, as if he had touched something, smiled on his face, looked at the porcelain bottle, quickly opened it, took medicine and smeared the wound.

After applying the medicine, the pain of the wound was immediately relieved, Zhang Mingxin stood up, the woman was gone, looked down and thought about it, put the porcelain bottle into his arms, looked around, recognized the way, and walked to one place.

Lu Youyi turned his head sideways, saw Zhang Mingxin leaving, stared at Zhang Mingxin's back coldly, and snorted.

There is little wind on the mountain, and there is no sound, it is not like being on an iron chain, the wind is continuous, and the iron chain shakes with sound.

It's just cloudy and cold, and the wind behind me occasionally shocks people's bodies, I don't know if it's cold or afraid.

Zhang Mingxin walked and watched, this buried sword mountain, there is not a single grass and half a tree, there are all large and small rocks, stone tablets, and more, but they are sword weapons, or inserted, or placed, on the ground, on the rocks, everywhere.

It's just that most of those swords and magic weapons are covered with thick dust, and the color is rare, and it is impossible to tell whether it is gold or iron, Zhang Mingxin even saw a long cloth, hanging in the corner of a sharp rock, gray and white, fluttering occasionally, and seeing a trace of bright red inside.

Isn't that just a quick takeaway? Zhang Ming thought to himself, but his feet did not stop.

Zhang Mingxin's footsteps finally stopped, panting, and from his arms, he felt the curved incense.

Here, this is what the sixth senior brother said, the place where the incense is ordered, and the place where the ancestors of the Drunken Sect buried their swords.

On the edge of the mountain, you can see the sea of mountains and forests and clouds in the distance, a flat place, a few zhang of land, but there are thirty-five swords of different lengths and sizes, the shapes of which are strange and covered with thick dust.

Zhang Mingxin stood, but his heart was strange, he looked at the thirty-five swords at a glance, and he saw the handles clearly, and for some reason, a strange feeling of admiration rose in his heart.

The largest sword was taller and wider than Zhang Mingxin's body; The smallest sword was shorter than the black sword in Zhang Ming's heart; There are also curved swords that are like the moon and the size of a finger, without a hilt.

These swords, so strange. Zhang Ming thought to himself, lit the incense, looked around, is smiling, there is a place on the ground, a cluster of incense that has burned out early, and there are several wine cans next to it, knocking the word wind, it is a common wine jar for the wind does not find wine, Zhang Mingxin held the incense and bowed, inserted the incense, thought of the wind does not find, and touched one of the wine jars that the wind does not find, it is full, and he happily picked it up.

Just about to open the can and drink a few sips, the water slurry in this jar fills the stomach with hunger, and it can wake up and heal the wounds, Zhang Mingxin urgently needs it at this time.

Suddenly, Zhang Mingxin stopped, looked at more than thirty strange swords, put them in the jar, thought about it again, knelt down, snorted his head towards more than thirty swords, and did not raise his head for a long time.

"Since you are the ancestors of the Drunken Sect, the master and the senior brother worship every day, they are my ancestors, and the disciple Zhang Mingxin will kowtow to you."

He raised his head, swallowed again, and said, "The disciple climbed up the mountain, drank all the wine, lost his strength, and was injured again, and he almost couldn't move." He shouldn't have drunk the wine of his ancestors, but the disciples still have to ask for a sword, that is, they are offending their ancestors. ”

He raised his head again, and then snorted again and again: "Next time I come, the disciple must bring a few more cans of wine to the ancestors and return them to the ancestors." ”

When Zhang Mingxin was in the Sanqing Palace, he was preached by Mingyue, not a teacher is not in vain, and he is not a person who is not a burden, and today he sees more than 30 swords, which is not only the ancestor, or the master's master, but also his own teacher. If you take the wine that you don't pay homage to your ancestors, you are a loser.

The two are combined, and this kneeling is a necessary feeling, so Zhang Mingxin knelt down and bowed.

It's just that when Zhang Mingxin worshipped, his head turned down, and he didn't see the abnormality of the more than thirty swords.

Every time Zhang Ming's heart snorted, there was a sword, his body was shocked, and then he trembled, and the thick dust on the sword was scattered, revealing the original color of the sword, and when the sword moved, several other swords shook even more and shook faster.

When Zhang Mingxin raised his head, the sword had already stopped, and when he knocked again, it was several other swords repeatedly.

Under the three knocks, more than half of the strange swords have been shaken, and the sun shines, and on the bodies of those swords, the glory is shining at the same time, but it is dazzling.

When Zhang Mingxin raised his head and stood up again, he saw the strangeness of the swords, sighed, looked at the swords in surprise, and grew his mouth: "Why do you seem to have changed?" But...... But won't you give me the wine? ”

Scratching his head and thinking about it, Zhang Mingxin opened the wine jar, walked into the sword mound, and sprinkled the wine on each sword little by little.

After spilling more than 30 swords of wine, Zhang Mingxin shook the jar, only a small amount remained, then bowed down to the swords and said: "Ancestors, this wine is to you first, and there is a little left, I, I drank it, and in the coming day, I will return a few more cans." ”

Zhang Mingxin raised his head and drank the water slurry in the jar, the water slurry flowed into his lungs along his throat, the medicinal power was exerted, his body strength recovered quickly, and the wounds on his body had already wiped the secret medicine of the Liuyue disciples, and he drank the wine, but it healed very quickly, and the pain was much less.

Putting down the wine jar, Zhang Mingxin blushed again and bowed: "Disciple, the disciple is offended." Today, I must ask for the sword to be returned, so that the master and the senior brother will be happy, and the senior brother will stay. ”

Reverently put the jar, Zhang Mingxin looked at the incense to burn well, this incense is not afraid of water or wind, it is very magical. Zhang Mingxin turned around, looked for a place, and walked.

Behind Zhang Mingxin, all the swords seemed to be in turn, counting the swords in a wave, and there was a shock.

Several other swords shook again, but they seemed to suppress the previously vibrating swords, causing them to stop.

In a few breaths, suddenly more than thirty swords, half of them shook straight, and even the soil on the ground seemed to be shaken loose.

Suddenly, the giant sword, which had not moved, suddenly shook with a powerful force, and a heavy sword groan, all the swords stopped, and everything was quiet.

Zhang Mingxin listened to the sound behind him, turned his head to look, saw nothing unusual, grabbed his head and said blankly: "This sword, although it is a lot of methods, but this mountain is quite big, where to ask, but I didn't say ......"

On those swords, the dust came from nowhere, slowly, and covered with a sword body, the wind blew, as if there was a sword shaking gently, if the heart did not dare.

It's just dust, but it still covers the body of the sword, and those swords seem to have been inserted for a hundred years and a thousand years......