The Tianli sword hung in midair.

The clean sword body exuded a lonely sword aura that had not been born for thousands of years, leading countless swords in the cemetery to tremble and surrender.

At the top of the dry mountain in the middle, dozens of people have gathered.

They looked at Tianli Sword's gaze, in addition to greed and fiery, there was also reverence for the Sword Sect thousands of years ago.

The sword light flickered, and the arrogance was silent.

Chu Xiangsheng sighed: "It's really a good sword, but it's a pity that there will be a river of blood when you wait here." ”

He, like many monks who came to the Ransword Garden, didn't dare to have any thoughts about this Tianli Sword. The yellow umbrella landed on the ground, Chu Xiang withdrew his gaze and continued to walk up.

At this time, there were also many cultivators gathered around Chu Xiangsheng, and they all chose this mountain peak to find a sword, and their goal was to go to the top of the mountain.

Ten thousand swords surrendered, but there were still some swords that wailed unwillingly.

Chu Xiangsheng walked not far away, and saw several swords exuding strong sword qi, not rising into the air, but fighting strongly against the sword qi of the Tianli Sword in the center of the Chaotic Sword Garden.

The three dry mountains have such swords.

These are the famous swords left behind by the master of the sword that day after defeating many strong enemies.

Some sword cultivators who have no desire to make a move on the Tianli Sword are staring at this opportunity to snatch these famous swords that are also legends.

Chu Xiangsheng looked at some swords not far from him that had not risen into the air, and sighed directly: "Fucking good swords!"

Because the birth of the Tianli Sword distinguished the difference between the sword and the ordinary spirit weapon, the entire Chaotic Sword Garden suddenly began to fight in a river of blood that was common in the cultivation world.

The people who grabbed the sword were those who had no way to cultivate, such as the cultivators in the restaurant that day.

Chu Xiangsheng didn't have the strength to participate in the sword grabbing, he silently held the yellow umbrella and walked up a short distance.

He finally found the knife.

At this moment, the yellow umbrella in his hand trembled the most.

That sword, like the ninety percent of the spiritual weapons in the entire Chaotic Sword Garden, was suspended in the air, very inconspicuous, and the rusty scabbard was constantly trembling.

The knife was wrapped in a scabbard, covered by the surrounding sword qi, and did not exude a strong sword intent.

"That's you. Chu Xiangsheng clenched the yellow umbrella that was still shaking, and walked towards the knife.

No one paid attention to the knife, and Chu Xiangsheng quickly dragged it down from the air.

He looked at the bland knife, and then at the big yellow umbrella in his hand, looking a little puzzled.

And so it was. Chu Xiangsheng pulled the scabbard open, only to see that the blade of this knife was completely black, and he reached out and felt some strange lines.

Like his big yellow umbrella, this is a big black knife with a formation engraved on the blade.

"The knife is quite large, and it should be easier to cut people than the tattered blunt knife. Chu Xiangsheng put the knife into the scabbard with satisfaction, then took out a coarse cloth and wrapped the big yellow umbrella and the black knife on his back.

Just as Chu Xiangsheng raised his foot and took a step, all the sword spirit weapons in the sky suddenly stopped trembling, and then fell down.

A large pile of swords smashed directly on Chu Xiangsheng's head.

Chu Xiangsheng pushed away the spiritual weapon pressed on his body, touched his smashed head, looked at the swords all over the ground, and felt a little angry: "Why don't you suddenly worship!

However, then his eyes were drawn to what happened in the middle of the dry mountain.

He turned his head and looked up, and was taken aback.

The Tianli Sword was no longer suspended in the air, but gathered its sword qi and inserted it at the highest point of the dry mountain.

And the closest place to the Heavenly Sword, there were two people standing.

One was a young man with a sword box on his back, and the other was a black-clothed young man that Chu Xiangsheng had just seen before.

Chu Xiangsheng was shocked when he saw the young man in black.

The sword cultivator of the Tongjian Sect looked at the black clothes wrapped in sword intent next to him, and his expression was full of doubts: "Junjian, why did you suddenly learn the sword?"

The young man in black replied, "I suddenly want to learn." ”

Then he looked at the ordinary steel sword in his hand that was slightly trembling by his sword intent, and said with some distress: "Didn't you just learn this for a short time, and you still don't know how to put this damn sword intent away freely?"

The sword cultivator of the Tongjian Sect raised his eyebrows: "Why did you come to grab the Tianli Sword?"

Jun Jian said: "The mountain is too poor, and there is no sword for me to use." I just learned that this sword was born, maybe this is fate. ”

The sword cultivator sneered, "When did you also believe in karma?"

Jun Jian replied: "What the senior brother said, I believe him. ”

When the young man of the Tongjian Sect heard the senior brother in Junjian's mouth, his face couldn't help but change slightly.

"The sword he taught you?" The sword cultivator young man's sword aura overflowed slightly, and his clothes moved lightly.

"If he taught me, then I still don't know how to restrain my sword qi?" Jun Jian was slightly stunned, and then looked at the young man, feeling a little funny.

"The people in Matsuyama are really some monsters. The sword cultivator young man exhaled lightly in his mouth, then retracted his sword qi and became solemn.

Jun Jian looked at the sword cultivation of the Tongjian Sect with a calm expression, and then his heart moved.

The sword intent that had been lying around his body suddenly disappeared.

Then he looked at the young man in the sword box and said, "Thank you." ”

"This is just the surface of my sword spitting technique through the Sword Sect. ”

The young man's expression was slightly solemn: "You are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are proficient in all kinds of array runes, and you are a rare genius of cultivation in the past thousand years, but you can only be single-minded in sword cultivation, which is the truth that I have summarized in the Sword Sect for thousands of years." ”

"The living and the dead have to try. Jun Jian smiled.

This is also a reason, but in the end, it is still who is stronger. The young man felt the gentle sound of the sword in the sword box behind him, and then looked at the others who wanted to grab the sword, his sword eyebrows slightly raised.

"The kendo cultivation here is still the strongest for you to fifteen. Looking at the young man of the Tongjian Sect and the sword box behind him, Jun Jian withdrew his smile.

......

"Why haven't you started fighting yet?" After Chu Xiangsheng got the black knife, he originally wanted to go down the mountain directly, but at this moment, like most people in the Chaotic Sword Garden, he still wanted to know who this legendary sword would end up in.

Now he saw those strong men standing in front of the Tianli Sword, but they didn't make any movement, he was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

At this moment, except for the top of the dry mountain in the middle, the other places began to fight for the spiritual weapons that were hidden in the Chaos Sword Garden, and the three dry mountains had begun to flow into rivers of blood.

Loot and kill, the weak eat the strong.

The brutal bloodshed of the monastic world has always been like this.

......

"Today I must get the ancestor's sword. The young sword cultivator of the Tong Sword Sect moved slightly, and a sword aura appeared in the sword box behind him.

"Me too. Jun Jian said, raising his hand and clenching the steel sword in his hand.

There were several other sects behind them that were third realm sword cultivators, and they didn't give up the competition with the two of them that were strong, and they were all eager to try.

Two sword boxes flew up behind Fifteen and hung in front of him.

The sword cases shook slightly, then opened separately.

There was a light sword roar, and the scabbard fell to the ground, and the sword box put away the scabbards, and then stood upright on the ground.

Fifteen swords unsheathed and hung in front of Xiang Fifteen.

Two green steel long swords, twelve jade-handled short swords.

Seeing this, Jun Jian raised his eyebrows, and the steel sword in his hand was horizontal to his chest.

There was a strong sword aura coming.

To fifteen, fifteen sword repairs.