The cliff behind the mountain, above the clearing, is dense, a quiet, occasionally only a few snowflakes, falling from the sky, falling on the two of them.

Xiao Tian clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you!"

"You've comprehended, Ice Spirit Swordsmanship, come with me!"

Fenghua looked at the stone wall, silently recited the incantation, and sealed his hands, what time, the wind and clouds in the sky.

"Formation? no, it's an enchantment!"

Xiao Tian's eyes were slightly surprised, looking at the stone wall, the space changed for a while, and on the stone wall, an entrance appeared.

Fenghua, looking at the entrance of the cave, his heart was full of emotion, thoughts, and reminiscences of the past.

Many years ago, there was also an old man who took himself into this cave, and the old man is now nowhere to be found.

Walk into the cave and pass through a narrow path, and then suddenly open up.

In the cave, there is no cave, and above the open space, there are about dozens of Xuanbing sword tombs piled up on the open space, and the sword aura is compelling.

"Sword Grave of Silence!"

"Tomb of the Heaven-Breaking Sword!"

"Shrine of the Divine Sword!"

......

"This is the place where the sword masters of the past generations are buried!" Fenghua looked at the smallest sword mound, his eyes were full of emotion, and he said slowly, "Here, this is my master, and it is also the sword mound of the previous generation of sword pavilion masters!"

"The sword mound of the past pavilion masters!"

Xiao Tian swallowed and spit, his heart was full of horror, he felt the fierce sword intent, and he was in awe, but he also muttered in his heart.

Since it is the sword mound of the previous pavilion masters, it must be a forbidden place for the sect, why did you bring me here?

Fenghua seemed to see the doubts in Xiao Tian's heart, a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly, "If you don't dislike nagging, I'll tell you about the origin of our Northern Frontier Pavilion!"

More than 10,000 years ago, there were 18 principalities in northern Xinjiang, attacking each other, frequent wars, and displaced people, as if they were purgatory on earth.

There is a young man born out of thin air, called Shizhidong.

Shi Zhidong, originally the son of the seventh public, had no right to inherit the throne, but this son Tianzhong was talented, practiced mystics at the age of six, reached the realm of black armor at the age of seven, reached the realm of bronze at the age of eight, and reached the realm of silver at the age of nine, and by the time he was twenty years old, he was already a master of the realm of gold.

In order to solve the war, Shi Zhidong began to lead troops to fight, unified the northern Xinjiang, and then established the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion and became the first generation of cabinet masters.

"To be able to unify the countries and establish the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion in the era of war and chaos, it is not a loss to be a generation of heroes!"

Fenghua walked to the most sword sect, looked at an ancient sword mound, sighed with emotion in his heart, and said solemnly, "This is his sword mound!"

"The Tomb of the Xuanbing Sword!"

Xiao Tian looked at the inscription on the sword mound, and his thoughts fell into it.

"I am the east of the stone, the lord of the Northern Frontier Pavilion, I want to go to the infinite land, so the burial sword is here, the Xuanbing sword, it is my companion, sweeping the eighteen countries, repelling the Futu Palace, not a defeat, the merit is dying, rest here, and future generations must not disturb it!"

"Pavilion Master, since Senior Shi, leave a message, say that you can't disturb it, let's avoid it!" Looking at the sword mound ten thousand years ago, Xiao Tian's heart seemed to be touched.

Fenghua smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Don't worry, you look down!"

Following Fenghua's gaze, Xiao Tian looked down.

"It is inevitable that the exercises will be lost, so the four-character sword intent will be left, and the younger generations will be able to comprehend it, if there is a comprehension below the age of standing, you can get the bone sword!"

"Bone Sword?" Xiao Tian's heart was full of doubts, and he looked at Fenghua.

"The bone sword is the treasure of the Northern Frontier Pavilion's comprehension of the supreme sword intent!" Feng Hua, looking at the sword mound, said regretfully, "Our faction has been inherited for ten thousand years, and we are qualified to come here, but there are only a hundred people, but no one can comprehend the sword intent under the age of thirty, even my master only comprehends the sword intent after he is a hundred years old!"

"Pavilion Master, I have always had a question in my heart!" Xiao Tian looked at Fenghua and asked, "Why, you want to bring me here? Teach me peerless exercises, and let me comprehend sword intent? There is no free lunch in the world, I understand this truth, and besides, we still meet once!"

Fenghua looked at Xiao Tian, a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Say it, you may not believe it!"

"Listen up!" Xiao Tian finished speaking, and there was a wave of slander in his heart, even I have seen the crossing, what is the matter, it is strange in my eyes.

"A thousand years ago, when I was a child, a saint from the Tianji Sect came to the sect, found the master, and left a prophecy!" Feng Hua finished speaking, his eyes were confused, as if he was caught in a memory.

"The prophecy of the Celestials?"

Xiao Tian was surprised for a while, his cheap master was really a person from Tianjimen, and the fat man he praised was also a person from Tianjimen, and in this life, he seemed to have something to do with Tianjimen.

"Tianjimen predicts that in a thousand years, there will be a savior who will be born and will be able to use the power of ghosts and gods!" Fenghua looked at Xiao Tian and said solemnly, "I have lived for thousands of years, and in the entire Bauhinia Continent, I only meet you, and I can use the five mystical arts!"

Hearing this, Xiao Tian's eyes lit up, and he remembered what Gu Bo said to himself, he also accepted himself as an apprentice after falling into a dream, and in the dark, he always felt that he came to this world because there was an earth-shattering event, waiting for him to complete it.

"No matter what you achieve in the future, I hope you can promise me one thing!" Fenghua looked at Xiao Tian with a solemn face.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Tian rolled his eyes and asked.

Fenghua took a breath and said solemnly, "In your lifetime, you must not invade the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion, the Northern Frontier Pavilion is in trouble, you must do your best to come to the rescue!"

"This old thing is betting on my potential!"

Xiao Tian smiled at the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said, "I promise you!"

Hearing this, Fenghua's eyes were happy, and he said slowly, "Let's go, inside is the sword mound of the bone sword!"

Walk down a narrow path to another clearing.

In the open space, the dense and dense, colorful sword qi fluttered in the air, and the blurred sword qi seemed to shatter the void, and between the white bones about ten meters long, it was inserted straight and straight in the center of the formation.

Xiao Tian's formation technique had already reached the realm of the grandmaster, and he could see at a glance that the sword formation under the bone sword was extraordinary, a golden peak-level defensive formation, and this formation had already exceeded the limit of what he could bear.

"Senior nephew Xiao, you sit in the formation, I will open the formation, how much you can comprehend depends on your own creation!"

Xiao Tian nodded and walked into the formation.

Feng Hua silently recited the incantation, and with a wave of his right hand, the aura of the entire space rioted, and above the bone sword, a sword qi phantom appeared, pressing down towards Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian closed his eyes, and in his divine sense, a bone sword appeared, exuding a strong murderous aura.

Feeling the murderous aura of the bone sword, Xiao Tian felt a burst of coldness all over his body, his pores were towering, and he ran Xuan Gong to fight against the sword intent of the bone sword.

The sword intent of the bone sword and the sword intent of Xiao Tian collided once, and there was a momentum confrontation.

(End of chapter)