Here, there is a thick layer of smoke all year round, the clear water and cold mountain, here is a cold mountain on the clear water mountain!

Here, there are also two swords that I don't know if they should be swords!

All because the sword should be made of steel, iron, gold and silver, but these two swords are made of stone!

Look at the dust and cracks on these two swords, they seem to have been inserted here since the beginning of heaven and earth, and they have experienced countless spring and autumn morning dew and vicissitudes of life.

The two of them, as if they are two heroes who have gone through all the vicissitudes of life, have been standing on the top of this cold mountain, carefully watching all the rise and fall of the people under the mountain, and looking at all the injustices and injustices in the world, but even if they are not angry, they can't help, because no one pulls them out to eradicate all injustices!

It should be said that since the birth of the two swords, no one has ever been able to pull them out!

Never!

These two swords have a heroic name, and they are called - Hero Sword!

"Oh, there really are two swords that are so magical in this world. Little monk, you shouldn't be scolding me!"

On a wooden cart full of straw and dragged by an old and lame donkey, a handsome young man reclined and listened to the story of the "heroic sword" told by a monk who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old in a white robe.

"Believe it or not, it's all up to the donor himself, the little monk just told the story to the donor!"

The monk wore a hat made of bamboo on his head, which covered his handsome face. The wind gently blew through the placket of his clothes, lifted the white robe he draped outside, revealing his inner cotton robe, and saw two words lightly embroidered on the cotton collar, two names related to his Dharma name - true!

Prajna Heart Sutra says: "...... It can get rid of all suffering, and it is true. ”

"Hey, if there really is a heroic sword in the world. Then they must be waiting for me. Now that I have achieved great achievements, I will reluctantly pull them out and bloom the cold light that they contain for thousands of years!"

As the young man spoke, he straightened up from the straw, and his heroic face was full of self-confidence and pride unique to the newcomers!

Subsequently, before the white-clothed monk had time to speak, he had already carried his peerless light skills and disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Hey. This person is a strong cultivator, but he has never heard of it, who is it?"

As the monk spoke, the donkey suddenly let out a cheerful cry, as if he was happy that the weight of his tow had been reduced. It is also relaxed and happy because the breath of domination is gone.

The young man was the hero who had left the Three Peerless Sects, and he originally planned to immediately go to the Sword Master to challenge him in order to make a name for himself. Who knew that when Lu Dao stayed at an inn somewhere, he realized something in his heart and understood the mystery of returning to the three points.

A few years later. While spending the most peaceful years of his life with his parents at home, he created his own ...... with his supreme wisdom Three points to the vitality!

His father, the purple-clothed man, didn't understand why he was the son of a natural overlord. can endure a few years of loneliness and study martial arts.

He really suspected that his son was not a hegemon, but a martial artist!

Fortunately. After the completion of his self-created "Three Points of Vitality", the purple-clothed man saw the ambition to dominate the world from his son's eyes.

A few days ago, a teenager who felt that "three points of vitality" had reached a bottleneck. finally couldn't bear the heart of a martial artist in his heart, said goodbye to his parents, and broke into the rivers and lakes of countless men's dreams.

On the way, the boy met a little monk who looked extraordinary, and the two fought each other. He actually used his own "three points of vitality" at the bottom of the box to be able to defeat the little monk.

Without fighting or knowing each other, the young man asked the little monk about the master sects on the rivers and lakes and the ...... worthy of him Divine weapons!

As a result, the monk told the boy a legend about the "Heroic Sword".

After hearing this, the young man who was not yet calm immediately couldn't help but want to pull out these two magnificent swords!

Just now, he was still thinking about what sect the young man came from, and when he turned sideways, he found that a gust of wind was blowing, and the young man's heroic and burly figure appeared in front of him again.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, he seemed a little embarrassed and asked, "What, where are those two 'hero swords'?"

It is true that he feels his mind dizzy for a while, and it seems that the person in front of him has a ...... mind Dullness!

And just when the young man asked about the sword tomb where the "Hero Sword" was located, a person came to the top of the cold mountain and came to draw the sword!

He's - Juggernaut!

He is forty-two years old, and he has been invincible in the world for decades.

The Sword Saint came, and he didn't waste half a minute of time! Majestic as a god, he jumped forward, and had already landed on the side of these two stone swords, and his right palm burst out, and he was about to hold one of the stone swords and draw it away!

He never wasted any time, because time was precious to a mediocre fool. Time is more precious for a saint, and the years of the vast world are like a fleeting moment, and the only way to strive for it is to strive for it!

However, when the Juggernaut's steady hand was about to touch one of the stone swords, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Stand still!

He didn't move, just because he had caught a glimpse of his hand approaching the stone sword, and the two stone swords each showed a new crack!

Is it because although the sword does not understand human language, the sword actually knows, and they do not welcome the sword master to pull them out, because the sword master is only a "saint"!

He doesn't deserve it yet!

Therefore, they will show their cracks, and if they do not have the right people to pull them out, they will—

Rather for the "stone" to break!

Don't be a "sword"!

This is the real heroism! Even the sword is also a hero!

The sword revealed cracks, and when the Sword Saint saw this, his face changed greatly, and he shouted angrily: "Damn! I don't know how to lift it! Even the unparalleled Peerless Divine Sword has to be subjugated by the invincible hand of this Sword Saint, why do you prefer to 'break' and not give in? Why don't you let this Sword Saint pull it out?"

"Mom...... of!"

For the first time in his life, he was insulted by a sword, and the sword saint was ashamed and angry, and no matter how difficult he was, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream!

However, just as the Sword Master roared, there was a thunderclap in the sky. A burst of purple lightning slashed down, just in time to slash the Sword Master.

However, a person who can be called a sage in the sword is naturally a strong man who is not even afraid of the sky. I saw that the peerless sword beside the Sword Saint automatically unsheathed when the heavenly thunder fell, and a dazzling cold light rushed straight into the nine skies!

The dazzling light of the sword, even the sun and the moon were going to be dimmed, and the wild thunder that fell from the sky was actually split by the sword saint's peerless divine sword, just like an ordinary straw.

"Oh my God, listen to me! One day, my Sword Master will surpass everyone else in the world. I want to surpass you! You give me a good listen! There is absolutely nothing in the world that my sword master can't do, and one day, I will pull out these two heroic swords that once insulted me!"

When the Sword Saint held his sword and roared wildly, there were two people looking at the scene of the Sword Saint being insulted by the sword from a distance on another dangerous peak in the distance of the Cold Mountain, these two people were two people, one tall and one short, one old and one young!

The young man had long hair, and suddenly saw the Sword Master in the distance being humiliated. Amazed.

"Even the Sword Saint is not worthy of these two swords?"

"If you are unworthy, you are not worthy, no matter if he is holy!"

The eyes of the older man shone with wisdom that is rare in the world, as if he had already understood all the swordsmanship in the world, and replied coldly.

"Who is needed to match the sword?

"Well, maybe two people I've met. One of them, maybe!"

"And what about the other one?"

The long-haired young man couldn't help but ask, and this time the older man didn't speak again, because even he didn't know what to say. Who is the owner of the other heroic sword?

After the old man and the young man finished speaking, they saw a sharp sword light glancing at them. They both couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"It's Juggernaut!"

The young man exclaimed in surprise, and saw the sword sage on the top of the cold mountain looking at them with a pair of sword eyes, and the sharp edge revealed in it, even the old man whose eyes were full of wisdom couldn't help but flinch.

"The two of us will go down first and bring up those two people who have been watching for five years to see who is the owner of the 'Heroic Sword'. ”

"Hmph, one day, I will defeat the Sword Master and achieve the myth!"

The long-haired young man said a little unpleasantly, but he didn't dare to challenge the Sword Saint now, and followed the old man down the mountain.

However, they didn't expect that just a quarter of an hour after they had just descended the mountain, a heroic young man and a monk in white came here.

"Is this the 'Sword Grave'?"

The young man looked at the mountain full of swords in front of him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaim in amazement.

At the foot of the cold mountain, there are countless ...... Sword!

These swords come in a variety of shapes, lengths, and styles, and no two swords are the same, or even the same.

There are more than 10,000 of these swords, as if they are heroes from all over the world, turning a towering mountain into a "sword edge" full of swords!

All swords have only two things in common, that is, the ruler of the ground, and the ...... It's all covered in rust!

The evening wind blew on this more than 10,000 rusty swords, making a "woo" cry, the cry was terrible and miserable, as if tens of thousands of people were crying in unison, screaming in unison, like a ghost crying!

"Yes, this is the 'Sword Grave', the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!"

It was not true that he spoke, but two tall men, the former was dressed in golden armor like a dragon, and also held a golden giant sword, and the hilt of the sword was carved with a golden dragon with teeth and claws, about thirty years old, so majestic!

Behind this golden dragon-like man, there stood a man who was a little shorter than him, but also as strong as a mountain, this man was dressed in tiger skin, holding a silver giant sword, and on the hilt of the giant sword, there was a fierce tiger carved!

"Who are you two, and are you the swordsman who came to draw the 'Heroic Sword'?"

The young man asked, and there was a sky-high arrogance in his words.

"Hmph! The kid is very awkward, so let the uncle tell you, uncle, my big name is 'Stegosaurus'. Behind me is my second brother 'Sword Tiger', known as the 'Dragon and Tiger Twin Swords' by the people of the rivers and lakes, who are our two brothers!"

"Yes, since the two of us brothers have come to the 'Sword Edge', the two 'Hero Swords' on it are destined to be ours. Boy, uncle advises you to kowtow to me now, maybe when this hero is famous in the rivers and lakes, he can still accept you as a servant!"

Hearing the words of the Dragon and Tiger Sword Brothers, a smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, but above the smile was a bitter coldness and killing intent!

"Look for death!"

As they spoke, the Dragon and Tiger Sword Brothers only felt countless qi blasting on their bodies, and bursts of indescribable pain made them feel as if their bodies were about to explode.

"Amitabha, donor's mercy!"

In the sound of the Buddha's horn, a soft energy enveloped the dragon and tiger sword brothers, and eliminated all the wind god legs of the young man like a storm into the air.

ps: Khan, there is something delayed today, fortunately it's still three watches, for the sake of staying up late to update, give two monthly passes! (to be continued......)