Densely packed, swords, countless swords.

The huge sword mound, at a glance, is full of all kinds of swords, these swords, well-preserved, even if tens of thousands of years have passed, they still do not reduce the edge of the year!

"Good...... That's a lot of swords!!"

"Developed, now we are developed, hahahaha......"

"How powerful does it take for a kendo powerhouse to have such a terrifying number of swords...... The owner of this sword mound is really a legendary immortal?!"

Some are amazed, some are excited, some are ecstatic, some are puzzled.

No matter what, the scene in front of you can't be fake, the breath of the sword, real in front of you, can't be wrong.

"Gollum—"

In the crowd, the inconspicuous liquor throat moved slightly, the sides of his mouth were full of saliva, and he looked at the countless swords and smirked dementedly.

Lin Yi's face darkened, and he hurriedly turned his eyes and lowered his voice: "Don't mess around, let's take a look first!"

"Good...... Okay, master, I won't mess around......" he said, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth again.

Lin Yi was speechless, looking at her appearance, she didn't look like a quiet guy.

But......

Rao is Lin Yi, and he has to admit that the scene in front of him really scared him, even if he was at the peak of his previous life, he couldn't do such a big deal.

"No...... right"

Someone found the clue, frowned and said: "These swords are not necessarily good weapons, some are also defective, or semi-finished products, referred to as ...... Waste Sword!"

At this moment, many people have also discovered this.

At least fifty percent of these swords in the sword mound are waste swords, without any effect, and some swords can indeed be called divine weapons, blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like mud, but there are also many mediocre swords.

"So, at most, only a sword is really a good sword?" Jing Tao frowned.

Soon, however, the crowd picked up their spirits again.

It's a pity, but ...... I can't resist the sheer number of them!

There are so many swords, even if it is only a one-percent sword, it is a peerless sword, it is enough, it is completely enough for more than 100 people, and even more!

"Ah......h

In vain, an extremely miserable cry sounded in the crowd, and the sound was like thunder.

Everyone looked at it intently, and they were terrified.

Saw......

A burly monk with a physical body couldn't help but be excited and greedy, and wanted to accept a few swords, but it turned out to make people shudder in their hearts......

In an instant, the monk turned into a cloud of blood!!

Immediately after, under the shocked gaze of everyone, the ball of blood gradually solidified and turned into a ...... A bronze sword!

"Hiss......"

Everyone gasped and looked at each other, extremely stunned.

Previously, they had heard that there was a strong man at the first level of Yuanying who had been refined into a sword, and they were still a little skeptical about it.

But at this moment......

No one doubted the authenticity of the news anymore, but they watched as the burly man was made into a bronze sword alive!

"Don't move, this sword...... You can't just take it!"

Murong Yun's face was extremely ugly, and the death of one person would undoubtedly cause a certain emotional impact on the entire team of 100 people.

This sword mound is really dangerous, far from being as simple as it seems!

"What should we do? Can we just watch?"

Everyone is very entangled, so many swords are placed in front of them, they can't touch them, they can only stare dryly, and they can't accept this cruel fact who they are!

"Everyone, don't be impatient!"

At this time, Chunyang Zhenren spoke, "I think that the sword mound will not set up such a dead end for no reason, there must be a desirable way, but we haven't found it yet." ”

As soon as these words came out, many people's hearts were immediately calmed.

Everyone thought about it carefully, it is true, the sword mound is not like a cemetery, although they are all tombs, but there is always a difference between people and swords.

After death, people only want a long sleep, and they absolutely do not want to be disturbed.

Absolutely no one wants to be dug up after they die!

The sword mound is different......

The sword mound is the sword of the master of the sword, the tomb where he is buried, the sword has a spirit, the sword has a soul, but it is always different from people, the sword owner makes the sword mound, everything will leave a line, if the person who is really destined to get the sword he loved before his death, he will not be reluctant.

After all......

When people are dead, it is better to pass on their own swords to future generations.

"Look, there's another stone monument here!"

While everyone was pondering, suddenly, someone found another stone tablet.

The stone tablet was exactly the same as the one in front of the Sword Gate, and there was almost no difference except for the different inscriptions.

Suddenly, everyone stared at the lean man with bad intentions.

"You, come over to the old man!"

Chunyang Zhenren caught the thin man with the bitter gourd face, "If you can't translate it, the old man will slap your head with a palm!!"

"Spare your life...... Spare ......"

The lean man begged for mercy again and again, but he could do it uselessly, and if he wanted to live, he still had to make a difference.

Immediately, he immediately looked at the stone tablet.

Under Yizhen's serious gaze, the lean man translated word by word and read: "If you want to take the sword, you must first ask your heart, only once." ”

"What do you mean?" the crowd frowned deeply, puzzled.

The literal meaning is very simple and everyone can understand, that is, "If you want to take the sword, you must first ask your heart, and you can only take it once." ”

But here's the problem......

Ask your heart first?

Ask yourself, what does this mean?

"Is it Kenshin?" or ......," Murong Yun muttered to himself.

Someone also said curiously: "If, after taking it once, try to take the sword a second time, and a third time...... What will be the consequences?"

Immediately, countless people looked at the monk who asked the question as if they were idiots.

"That person, it's the end ......" Jing Cuilian's red lips trembled and she shuddered.

There is no doubt that if he really violates the rules of this sword mound, I am afraid that he will end up drinking the burly man before, turning into a ball of blood and water, and being refined into a bronze sword alive......

The crowd shuddered and did not dare to take any chances.

"I see!"

Suddenly, a genius sword cultivator young man said excitedly, "Ask your heart first, ask your heart first...... If I'm not wrong, then the meaning of the conscience should be divine consciousness!"

As soon as these words came out, countless people suddenly realized!

"That's right! The ancients liked to compare divine consciousness to their own mind!"

"If it's divine consciousness, then everything can be justified......"

Immediately, Tianjiao, who was the first to discover, closed his eyes, and his divine soul power poured into the group of swords, only to hear a buzz, and the sound of a sword sounded!

"Whew!"

The next moment, accompanied by a sound of breaking the sky, an ancient sword flew abruptly and instantly fell into the hands of that Tianjiao.

The humming sound of the ancient sword was very moving, and when I heard it, it was a sword with spirituality, and it was definitely not ordinary.

"It worked!"

"This is Xiahou Wen, the Tianjiao of the Xiahou family, is really too strong, and he actually got a sword in such a short time!"

"After all, he is a Tianjiao sword cultivator second only to Murong Yijian, so it is not surprising that he has such strength. ”

The crowd exclaimed.

At this time, Xiahou Wen held the ancient sword in his hand and snorted proudly, his eyes were arrogant and indifferent.

Jiujiu's fiery eyes immediately swept over, staring closely at the ancient sword in Xiahou Wen's hand, and he was a little worried in his heart.

Am I going to rob it? or am I going to rob it?

"Boom!"

Lin Yi knocked on the head of the wine angrily, and said with hatred: "Don't worry, take your time, take your time, and then ...... after seeing the situation."

After speaking, he smiled at Xiahou Wen.

Xiahou Wen paused for a moment, he knew Lin Yi, but he was not familiar with it, but he didn't say much.

Lin Yi didn't speak, and continued to look ahead.

"I'll try!"

At this time, the second Tianjiao was already standing in front of the swords, and his soul moved, and there was a sound again, and an ancient sword swept into his hand.

There was another burst of exclamations from everyone present.

But this kind of opportunity is obviously not available to everyone.

When it was the turn of the third Tianjiao, he stood for a long time, and his divine soul power was released to a very strong strength, but none of the swords had any movement.

And that's not all......

After the failure, he shook his head and just wanted to retreat in frustration, but at this moment, an accident happened that no one expected!

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