After Lin Zhan entered the gate of the Sword Shrine, the guardian elder who guarded the gate received a summons from the Great Elder, which was a reminder to pay special attention to Lin Zhan, this kid, because he was a king of destruction, and he must not be destroyed by him The thousand-year silence of the Sword Shrine Land. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Guardian Elder walked to the gate of the Sword Shrine and looked inside, not feeling anything unusual.

Turning around, he slowly closed the stone door at the entrance of the cave, and then sat cross-legged on the futon on the side, and the old god went to meditate on the ground.

When the stone door was closed, Lin Zhan's vision entered a brief darkness, and then countless rays of white light came out, and his eyes were full of sword light, dazzling, and there was a thrilling shock.

It's a cave, but it's almost a space of its own, and the space is very wide and far-reaching.

Burial Sword Gang, this is the first area in the cave space of the Sword Shrine, there are long swords inserted horizontally and vertically all over the mountain, and it is not clear how many there are, which is not a concept that numbers can illustrate.

In the center of the burial sword post, there was a path leading to the next area, and Lin Zhan stepped on it.

Walking forward slowly, Lin Zhan didn't squint, he really didn't dare to reveal too much of his thoughts, for fear of disturbing these swords that had been left here for I don't know how many years.

Thinking of Fang Daguang and Lianming's advice, Lin Zhan was bound to go to the fourth area of the Sword Shrine, so here, these long swords above the mortal grade and below the artifact, Lin Zhan was of course not moved for the time being.

The subsequent burial of the sword ridge, the burial of the sword slope, and the forest battle quickly passed through these two areas,

It's no different to bury the swords, but notice that the level of these swords is getting higher and higher.

"The edge of the sword is sharpened, the edge is exposed to thunder and fire, the divine soldiers are sonorous and fighting, and the bloody blade is not broken and the glory is returned!"

How can a sword, buried here, be called a sword?

What is the difference between high-level and low-level?

Lin Zhan sighed slightly in his heart, at this moment, he had already stepped into the fourth area: Burial Sword Mountain.

Although the number of long swords scattered here is still very staggering, 7 is already a small number compared to the previous areas.

Lin Zhan's arrival made these long swords tremble slightly, making a groan of different lengths.

Savor this sound of sword groaning, which contains all kinds of willingness, some are lonely, some are unwilling, some are lonely, and some are a little flattering, as if Lin Zhan beckoned, they would fly to his hands with joy.

Compared with the previous ones, these swords in the Burial Sword Mountain have basically reached or exceeded the upper grade of the magic weapon level.

Among them, some of the long swords did not receive the interference of Lin Zhan's appearance, and from time to time they stimulated sword qi one after another, reflecting each other in the huge cave space, as if they were playing.

Burial Sword Mountain, this is a fairly large mountain, Lin Zhan followed the winding path and climbed to the top of the mountain, and the distribution of all the swords was in full view.

At this moment, the swords here finally calmed down, Lin Zhan closed his eyes, spread his arms, listened with his heart, and felt the spirituality of the sword with his heart.

Only the strongest sword can be special among the companions of these thousands of swords, stand out from the crowd, and stand out.

Who wants to take me to the battlefield?

Who can accompany me to the sword mountain and the sea of swords?

Who spares me as his own?

Who has the ambition to fight the barren again?

......

Who remembers calling me a little white?

Hehe......

Lin Zhan was calm, capturing this seemingly nonexistent message, this was not like who was talking, but just a thought talking to himself, gradually, Lin Zhan heard a kind of sadness from it, and in the end, it seemed to turn into a low whimper......

"This is the sword spirit crying! The sword is crying!" Lin Zhan suddenly woke up, he had heard such a legend, some powerful sword spirits, when the master fell, or separated from it, the sword spirit would produce this pessimistic mood, and would sing some kind of song over and over again, looking forward to the arrival of the master, which sounded very similar to the sound of a child missing his mother and crying, so it was called sword crying.

Infected by this emotion, Lin Zhan was even more unwilling to choose his own divine weapon here at this moment, and following the direction from which the sword cry came, Lin Zhan rushed to a deeper area.

Entering the Burial Sword Mountain is the Burial Sword Sea, as well as the Burial Sword Forest, the Burial Sword Pit, and finally the real place of the Sword Tomb, the Burial Sword Valley!

As he went deeper layer by layer, before arriving at the Burial Sword Valley, Lin Zhan's emotions had fallen to the bottom, and he couldn't stand this kind of suppression, he let out a wild roar from the bottom of his heart: "I, Lin Zhan, want to take you all out!"

"Who are you, who is Lin Zhan, why are you so arrogant?"

A young man in white in front of him, with a graceful demeanor, a majestic figure, a face as white as jade, and his eyes were burning, but with a slightly melancholy look, which was obviously a little incompatible with his temperament.

"Hey, there are still people here, could it be that I didn't just enter the Sword Shrine by myself today?" Lin Zhan was puzzled, but he still stood up and hugged his fist at the white-clothed young man and said, "I am Lin Zhan, from Flame Peak, may I ask Brother Dao?"

The other party stared at Lin Zhan fixedly, motionless, only said in his mouth: "You want to take everything out, these swords, do you take them away?"

The young man in white smiled, and there was a light jumping on his face and around his body.

"I ......" Lin Zhan choked for a moment, yes, the idea is very beautiful, but how to take these swords away?

In the sword mound, you can try to pull up the sword you want, if you pull it up, it means that you have a relationship with this sword, and you can get the swordsmanship inheritance contained in the sword, if you can't pull it out, it means that you don't have enough kendo understanding, or conversely, the sword dislikes you, dislikes you not strong enough, and doesn't deserve to have it, so you refuse to be pulled up.

And what Lin Zhan just said was to take away all these swords, it really sounded like a joke.

"You're the first to take all your swords, though. The young man in white left the tree he was leaning against and took two steps forward.

It was only two steps, but it made Lin Zhan feel that the aura in the entire space was moving with it, and he was pulled by it.

What's even stranger is that since the appearance of the young man in white, all the swords have become very quiet, as if they are still.

"I'd like to hear what you're taking them out for?" the young man in white took two more steps forward.

Lin Zhan couldn't see his movements clearly, but he could feel that he was walking towards him.

"The sword, as the king of soldiers, would rather bend than bend, and it is even more difficult to tolerate so many divine weapons sealed here, buried and wasted...... If possible, I would rather take them to battle, to charge, to go where they should be, to sacrifice with blood and fire, and to reforge the sword soul with light and heat!"

"Papapa......" the young man in white applauded, "It's good to bend rather than bend, it's a good to reforge the sword soul, but just by you, I feel that it is very difficult......

Lin Zhan scratched his head embarrassedly and said with a smile: "Yes, I also think it is very difficult, so I am thinking of a way at this moment." (To be continued.) )