The further you go to the top of the mountain bag, the more clearly you can see the iron tools on the ground, these are all swords that are about to decay, rotten swords.

Many of the inferior sword weapons have long since been corrupted, buried by white bones, and refined by flames.

This should be a large-scale war comparable to an epic level, but there is no record in all the history books on the Holy Fang Continent, why is this?

In the ancient battlefield, a swordsman with the most primitive blood power, Fan Qingsong didn't dare to imagine such a war scene.

At the top of the mountain bag, Fan Qingsong looked around slightly, and there was nothing but the white bones and broken swords that covered the mountain.

It seems that not far away another mountain bag and Fan Qingsong's mountain bag are opposite to each other, and there are flashes of black light on that mountain bag, and repeated black gas ascending to the sky, in the moonlight, it looks particularly mysterious.

Fan Qingsong walked towards the mountain bag that glowed black and had been bubbling with black gas.

Look for hope where there is hope.

At this point, the scene is a little too monotonous and weird.

If one or two bats fly in the air in the moonlight, and one or two crows rest on one of the broken swords......

It would be a rare picture.

The boy walked blankly in this valley full of mountains and bones, accompanied only by the moonlight above the sky and the sound of clattering footsteps.

Fan Qingsong walked towards the mountain bag step by step, towards the current goal.

In the current environment, Fan Qingsong can only move forward in a promising direction in order to have a way out.

The process of moving forward may be boring, there may be resistance, or there may be no hope, but after all, Fan Qingsong is moving forward, working hard, and stepping in the direction of hope.

There is hope, faith, and an unwavering heart. Knowing where to go, even if there is no road, you have to try to find a path of your own.

A person's road is lonely, it is long, and it seems that it is not far from the mountain, and Fan Qingsong has walked for a long time.

The mountain bag seems to be gentle, but it is actually slippery and steep, there is no direct road to the top of the mountain bag, the mountain bag is very smooth, Fan Qingsong struggled to climb towards the top of the mountain bag.

The mountain is not high, but it has the harsh air flow of the giant peak, and the higher it goes, the stronger the wind, the stronger the air flow, and the lower the temperature.

The wind began to attack Fan Qingsong's body unscrupulously, Fan Qingsong raised his head, looked up at the mountain bag above, and also looked up at the sky above, his eyes seemed to have a kind of stubbornness and unyielding.

The black gas above the mountain bag seemed to have a connection with somewhere in the sky, and a whirlpool of clouds could be faintly visible in the sky above the black gas, and several stars around the whirlpool were shining with strange light.

Fan Qingsong stared blankly for a while, the corners of his mouth on the left side turned up slightly, and his pupils shrank.

"Thief God, are you playing with me!"

A kind of anger, an inexplicable anger from the heart, arose spontaneously in Fan Qingsong's heart.

Anger will give the human body motivation at a certain moment, Fan Qingsong felt that he was more motivated, and continued to climb towards the top of the mountain bag, and the speed also increased a lot.

The top of the mountain bag is bubbling with black gas, making people afraid to approach.

Fan Qingsong finally climbed to the top of the mountain bag, there was not even a single weed under his feet except for the smooth stone bag that was not slippery in autumn, the top of the mountain bag was relatively flat, like an oval stone slab field, in the middle of the field, wisps of black gas were bubbling non-stop.

There was something faintly inserted in the middle of the black gas, and Fan Qingsong cautiously approached the place where the black gas was bubbling.

At close range, through the repeated black smoke and gas, you can see that a sword with a dark body is inserted at the top of the mountain bag.

The shape of the sword body looked so familiar, and Fan Qingsong's eyes lit up.

This is the prototype of the stone sword on the stone sword platform, and it is the prototype of the sword that he once drew on the earth.

Fan Qingsong looked at the black sword, and various images appeared in his mind, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Perhaps all of his current situation is caused by this sword.

In my heart, I already had countless thoughts in my mind.

Go ahead, draw that ancient black sword, and perhaps all the mysteries will be revealed, and all the doubts will be answered.

But what about reality? Obviously, it won't be as rosy as expected.

Draw your sword, and then maybe the situation will change, for the better or for the worse, it's an uncertain factor.

"Forget it, no matter how much. Draw your sword first!"

Fan Qingsong held the hilt of the sword with one hand through the cold black qi, the rough hilt, the palm of his hand was a little cold, and it didn't take much force to pull the sword up by Fan Qingsong.

At the moment when the sword left the ground of the mountain pack, there was no black breath coming out, and everything around was quiet, only the sound of Fan Qingsong's nervous breathing.

At this moment, nothing has changed.

Fan Qingsong held the sword, still standing on the top of the mountain bag, the night was still silent, and the silence made Fan Qingsong almost suffocate.

Fan Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, looking very calm, his calm gaze keenly swept every part of the sword body.

This sword is dark throughout, and the body of the sword is covered with all kinds of magical runes, which is no different from ordinary swords.

Fan Qingsong had also come into contact with some swords before.

The only thing that satisfied Fan Qingsong was the weight of the sword, which made Fan Qingsong very handy in his hand, very suitable, not light or heavy, as if it was specially tailored for Fan Qingsong.

Fan Qingsong took the sword in his hand and waved it casually a few times, and he was quite satisfied with the length of the sword.

This sword appeared here, and it has not decayed, ruined, or destroyed over the years like other swords, and it seems that the material must be good.

Fan Qingsong thought in his heart that he had never had a suitable sword for himself, and it seemed that he would have it in the future, and this sword would be his exclusive sword weapon in the future.

What Fan Qingsong didn't notice at all at this moment was that the swirling clouds in the sky had long since dissipated, and at the moment when Fan Qingsong waved his sword, the position of the twinkling stars in the sky was changing.

The sword dance stars shift.

Fan Qingsong put away his sword, looked up at the sky, and after a while, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, it seemed that how he got out of here, he seemed to have new hope.

When Fan Qingsong was looking up at the sky, he looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see the Big Dipper, and he couldn't pass the direction of the North Star's position.

Looking at the vast starry sky, full of stars, Fan Qingsong pondered in his heart that there would always be countless subtle, subtle, and mysterious connections between the stars in the sky.

Fan Qingsong looked at it for a long time, and slowly found that there was a slight connection between the nine bright stars, Fan Qingsong tried to connect them in his mind, and then connected the other small stars between them with a line, they were the outline shape of a sword, and he kept moving forward in the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to walk out of this silent valley.