The ancient trial gate opened, hundreds of millions of remnant swords screamed, passing out the vicissitudes of the sword sound, this is a wordless spur, Haoyue Ancient City, many swordsmen followed the sound of the sword, towards the trial gate to step in, their expressions were solemn, that is, some of the people who jumped out of the character also revealed the color of pilgrimage, the trial gate, buried many of their ancestors, perhaps among them are their relatives, friends, teachers, and now, they want to walk on the road of their ancestors, follow the remains of their ancestors, and find the ultimate of the sword.

Looking at such a scene, Gu Feng felt that the blood and qi all over his body had a tendency to boil, in the bronze divine power, the immortal edge was roaring, corresponding to the hundreds of millions of remnant swords in the ancient portal, and a faint bronze edge slowly emerged on his body, this edge was indestructible, and there was an artistic conception of cutting all things.

Hey?

The city lord of Haoyue Ancient City looked down in the air, his eyes condensed slightly when he fell on Gu Feng's body, this swordsman brought him a strange feeling, as if he was not a person, but a sword that had been sealed for eternity, and every inch of the sword body revealed a memorable edge, not the sharpest, nor the thickest, but the oldest, as if condensing hundreds of millions of time and space on it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the city lord of Haoyue City said no more, retracted his gaze, and the ancient wind also had a sense, but he remained silent and walked towards the ancient portal.

Now, he really decided to enter the Xuanluo Sword Sect to have a look, such a sword sect is worth his entry to observe and learn, and he can faintly perceive that the sealed place of the immortal sword qi seems to be in the Xuanluo Sword Sect.

When the thousands of monks stepped into the gate, the portal twisted and disappeared into nothingness.

This is an ancient land, countless broken swords are inserted upside down on the earth, and there are corpses with vicissitudes everywhere, but even the most insipid ones, they also reveal an immortal edge, not the real immortal, but their will has been worn out by endless years, and it has not been worn out, but it has become more solid, this is the swordsman, even if it falls, they still maintain their will to seek.

Gu Feng stepped on this land, and the edge on his body almost penetrated out of his body inch by inch, merging with this time and space, the immortal sword intent became clearer and clearer, almost allowing him to deduce a trace of the essence of the immortal divine technique.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a loud sword groan sounded from not far away, this is a swordsman, in the bronze ancient holy realm, holding a cyan ancient sword, the ancient sword is three feet seven inches long, there is only one blade, the snow light is flowing, and a fierce and incomparable sharp sword intent locks the ancient wind.

A young swordsman, with starry eyebrows, sideburns, and a sword mark at the center of his eyebrows, his ancient sword pointed directly at the ancient wind, and the meaning revealed was obvious.

"Fight!"

The young man spit out a word, very crisply, without the slightest drag, and directly stabbed towards the ancient wind with a sword, this time and space was very tough, with the power of the young ancient saint, but it only triggered a faint spatial ripple.

Gu Feng didn't move at all, and he didn't make a move until the tip of the sword reached a few inches in front of him, and he pointed into a sword, and his two fingers directly clamped the tip of the sword.

Boom!

The ancient sword roared, but it couldn't get rid of these two ordinary fingers, and the ancient wind stood on the earth, as if it coincided with this time and space.

Boom!

The ancient sword shattered, and was pinched off by two fingers, and then the broken sword shot out, directly piercing the young man's body.

"Your sword can go farther. ”

The young man's voice was calm, without the slightest fear of death, only a regret that he could not go further in this life, and fell halfway, and was about to sleep in this land, burying his bones with many ancestors, and looking at future generations.

Taking a deep breath, the ancient wind burst out all over his body, as if a peerless heavenly sword was glowing, and the bronze edge shot into the sky inch by inch, shining in all directions, attracting the attention of countless swordsmen from all directions.

Many people rushed towards him, and every swordsman, with a blazing light burning in his eyes, belonged to the edge of the sword, staring at their bodies, slashing towards the ancient wind one by one.

Countless people of the younger generation came out with swords at the same time, the sword qi was like a rainbow, gathering into a heavenly pillar, a divine beast, a galaxy, a star field, many visions, although besieged by many people, but Gu Feng did not care at all, these people, each of them is worthy of his full effort, maybe far less than him, but in the will of the sword, it is enough for him to maintain respect.

Airplanes!

He pointed into a sword, attacked continuously, and the two sword fingers were combined into a peerless divine sword, assassinating the void, the sword qi was not extinguished, cutting all directions, as if to divide the heavens and the earth, all the sword intent and qi were smashed, and hundreds of swordsmen fell into the void, leaving their bones and sword weapons forever.

It's not that the ancient style is cold, but he understands that even if he doesn't do it, these people will sit here, and leaving their hands on them is the greatest blasphemy, a real swordsman, who is extremely sword-like and affectionate in his life, is the greatest humiliation to keep his hands on them.

Thousands of people, only one person can walk out of the proving ground, this is a cruel choice, thinking that he will be ruthless, but later, Gu Feng is also a little unbearable, when thousands of sword cultivators died directly or indirectly in his own hands, Gu Feng felt a kind of pressure, not anything else, but the will of thousands of swordsmen, at this moment has been completely carried by him, he carries the will of thousands of swordsmen, to go to the future of the sword path to see, what kind of scenery there is.

When Gu Feng walked out of the testing ground, the city lord of Haoyue City appeared in front of him, looked at him deeply, and said: "This is their choice, you don't need to blame yourself, if you want them to rest in peace, go out of your own way in the next selection, break into the top ten, and enter the Xuanluo Sword Sect." ”

Break into the top ten and enter the Xuanluo Sword Sect!

Gu Feng's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slightly, and the city lord of Haoyue City arranged a residence for him to cultivate for half a moon, and then went to the Yuanjian Valley in the center of the Yuan Sword Star for the final battle.

Time passed day by day, Gu Feng's state of mind slowly calmed down, his mind regained its tranquility again, but the sharp edge that sometimes came out of the depths of his eyes made people dare not look directly, the blood in his body was rolling, and the sharp edge of the bronze divine power had a natural charm, if he fused and controlled the immortal sword qi before, it was just forcibly accommodated, but now it is a complete fit, every immortal sword qi is naturally integrated into the bronze divine power, he does not need to lay down the great immortal sword array, every move and style, all contain the great power of the great immortal sword array。

On the fourteenth day, the city lord of Haoyue City arrived.

"It's time.

Gu Feng got up, his eyes were flat, like a green pool, the ancient well did not wave, the eyes of the city lord of Haoyue City revealed a look of surprise, he saw such a swordsman for the first time, there seemed to be nothing to make him tempted, there was a kind of immovable will circulating in his body, which was rare since ancient times.

Yuan Jian Valley, in the center of Yuan Jian Xing, this sword valley, has a long history, legend has it, Yuan Jian Xing's only golden realm town powerhouse, Yuan Jian Old Man came out of here, endless years, this has also become the final competition place of Yuan Jian Xing's swordsmen, the last stop out of Yuan Jian Xing.

As soon as he walked out of the void space, Gu Feng felt a silent edge, these edges were as restrained as he was, each one was extremely powerful, even compared with the original sword one, it was not much better, each of them was accompanied by the city lords of each city and kneeled in the Yuan Sword Valley, waiting for the final decisive battle to come.

The city lord of Haoyue City entered the valley with the ancient wind, nodded to each other with some familiar city lords, found an open space and sat down, waiting for the arrival of the sword envoy from the Xuanluo Sword Sect.

Yuan Sword Valley, the cultivation place of the Golden Realm Town World Swordsman, even if endless years have passed, Gu Feng can perceive the edge of the vast and majestic shore from this land, eternally imprinted on the earth, and it is absolutely impossible to detect it if it is not a keen perception.

Yuanjian Valley is very quiet, so the sound of Qingxi flowing is very smart, and pieces of bamboo forests grow in it, purple bamboo forests, green bamboo forests, yellow bamboo forests, and pieces of bamboo forests are shining brightly, reflecting each other, making people feel like they are in the realm of gods.

The next morning, the morning sun was rising, a fiery sea of light flooded the valley, above the sky, a sword groan sounded, this sword chant was not high, but extremely high-pitched, falling from the nine heavens, there is a galaxy collapsing atmosphere, the momentum of the landslide and the earth, it seems that all the heavens and the universe can be broken, and the eight desolations can be suppressed.

The sword of the Xuanluo Sword Sect has arrived!

A middle-aged swordsman, dressed in a silver sword robe, belongs to the second step of the Xuanluo Sword Sect and is a silver-clothed disciple.

Xuanluo Sword Sect is divided into three levels: Tsing Yi, Silver Cloth, and Golden Cloth, Tsing Yi is the disciple whose combat power can enter the Bronze Ancient God Realm, and the silver cloth is the disciple whose combat power can enter the Silver Realm, and the golden cloth is the disciple whose combat power has entered the Golden Realm of the Zhenshi, and generally only after becoming a disciple of the Golden Cloth for ten thousand years, can he be promoted to the Elder of the Sword Sect, in addition, there are Supreme Elders above the Elders, and the Supreme Sect Master.

This is all the message that the Haoyue City Lord passed to Gu Feng before, and the sword envoy who arrived in front of him was a silver-clothed disciple, and his own cultivation had already entered the silver realm.

The middle-aged silver-clothed sword envoy didn't say much, but threw out a pure white jade platform from his palm, this jade platform was full of edge, and as soon as it landed, it rose to a radius of ten miles, crystal clear, sword light flowed, and there was a mysterious aura in the air.

"This is a sword treasure, a treasure that belongs to the way of the sword, different from ordinary divine blades, with all kinds of supernatural abilities. The city lord of Haoyue said.

Gu Feng's eyes moved slightly,Indeed,He has seen some of such treasures in the original Angel Academy Treasure Hall,There are many unbelievable magical powers,Although the grade is not high,But it is ever-changing,Very precious。

"On the sword platform, the last ten people standing are the new disciples of my Xuanluo Sword Sect, the strongest one, can be the silver-clothed disciples, and become my junior disciples. The middle-aged swordsman said in a deep voice.

(To be continued)