Jian Wuji, the dean of the Martial God Academy, is respected by the world as the ancestor of the swordsmith, majoring in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the swordsmithing is unbeatable, and the swordsmanship is also one of the strongest in the continent, and the quasi-immortal realm figure who galloped across the continent ten thousand years ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to legend, there are countless swords cast by Jian Wuji, but there are only five of the most proud.

These five swords took Jian Wuji many years to build, and their effects were different, and all of them were scattered into the rivers and lakes and disappeared.

Now, among the five swords, the Soul Hooking Xiaomeng Sword in the hands of Master Xiaomeng of Immortal Sword Peak and the Sword of Broken Love in the hands of Hongxue of the Absolute Pavilion are the Sword of Broken Love, as well as the Evil Sword that was guarded by Elder Diqing revealed by Elder Xuanfeng.

According to legend, the Soul Hooking Sword in the hand of Master Xiaomeng is that Jian Wuji bravely entered the hell of the Ghost King, went deep into the eighteenth layer of hell to capture countless yin souls with ghost hunting bags, and then went to the Heavenly Pool of Xianjian Peak to take rootless water, mixed it with Xuaniron stone, and refined it for three years before it was formed.

Immortal Sword Peak ranked eighth on the list of famous swords based on the ability of the Soul Hooking Xiaomeng Sword to restrain the evil yin soul, kill the soul in the air, and restrain the evil sword.

According to legend, the sword in the hands of Hongxue of the Absolute Pavilion is that Jian Wuji accidentally got the jade from the sky, and combined with his failed feelings, he tried his best to build it and give it to the person he liked.

This sword is a fusion of the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people and jade from the sky, and it took ten years to build.

Immortal Sword Peak ranked it tenth on the list of famous swords according to the ability of the Ruthless Sword to break infatuation and destroy the fate of evil.

The origin of the Evil Sword mentioned by Elder Xuanfeng is even more extraordinary, and according to legend, Jian Wuji vomited blood after forging this sword, vowing never to forge a sword again.

Legends are just legends, they all happened 10,000 years ago, and no one knows whether they are true or not.

It's just that the five swords do exist, and their power is huge, and their whereabouts are different.

"Old drunkard, what did you say Elder Diqing was looking for me?"

Jiang Ling thought for a moment and asked Elder Xuanfeng.

Xuan Feng didn't know why, shook his head, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't you know when you go up?"

The raging flames in the Flame Forge Sword Tower did not sit idle at all, transforming into a fiery red fire dragon, frantically slamming into the aura cover.

"Peng!"

The aura shield was attacked by the flames, trembling violently, and it seemed that it was in danger of breaking at any time. The further up I went, the heavier my steps became, as heavy as pouring lead into my thighs.

Beads of sweat the size of beans hung densely on his forehead, dripping down from time to time.

Jiang Ling endured the pressure, struggled to continue to move forward, and finally walked up for a while, and asked, "What about the first floor?"

Elder Xuanfeng's Xuan-level high-level swordsmith has at least reached the strength of the high-level realm Solid Spirit Realm, but he drank his wine very easily, squinted his eyes, and walked forward leisurely.

"Six floors. ”

Xuan Feng lightly spit out two words.

"It's only six floors, how do I feel that it takes me twice as long to walk as the first four floors. ”

Jiang Ling felt in his heart that the time to step into the Flame Tower and ascend to the fourth floor was less than half the time from the fourth layer to the sixth layer.

Elder Xuanfeng still squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The Flame Tower has the effect of accelerating and improving its strength, the higher you go, the stronger the effect, and the more time it will naturally take, nothing surprising." ”

"Do you feel that the aura in the dantian is being forced to pour into the aura vein?"

"Yes, indeed!"

Elder Xuanfeng laughed: "Stinky boy, you are lucky enough, the elixir given by Princess Ling Yao has just been absorbed by you, helping you break through the first weight of the Earth Spirit Mirror, but relying on the elixir to improve your strength is very unfavorable to long-term spiritual cultivation, if you don't resolve the medicinal power in time, the time it takes for you to break through to the next order will be greatly extended, and it just so happens that the Flame Tower can help you accelerate the dissolution of the medicinal power, and it is not good to bear it." ”

Jiang Ling also knew that relying on pills to improve his strength would have a great effect in a short period of time, but it would be greatly detrimental to long-term spiritual cultivation, and would even hinder further improvement.

"I can do it!"

Jiang Ling silently encouraged himself in his heart to continue to move forward under pressure.

After walking for about six hours, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his face was pale, his legs trembled, he sat on the ground, and shouted, "I can't walk!"

At this time, the flame rage of the Flame Tower had doubled, and the weight pressure had also increased nearly twice, and every step required greater effort, as if there was a powerful force invisibly hindering Jiang Ling's progress.

Jiang Ling really couldn't walk anymore, the sweat was already soaking through his back armor, and the blood flowing in his veins became even more manic.

Elder Xuanfeng stopped casually, still squinting at the pair of eyes that didn't seem to have opened, picked up the wine bottle with a peaceful face, poured a sip of spirits, and said with a hearty smile: "Good wine, good wine." ”

Jiang Ling was so tired that he was about to smoke at this time, while Elder Xuanfeng was drinking leisurely. Jiang Ling could only sigh that his strength was not strong enough, if he could also reach the strength of the advanced realm like Elder Xuanfeng, he would be able to completely resist the scorching flames of the Flame Tower.

Jiang Ling walked on the ground, gasped for breath, and whispered, "Old drunkard, I can't walk." ”

Elder Xuanfeng suddenly put a pair of thin hands in front of Jiang Ling and said, "Stinky boy, you have persevered to the seventh layer before reaching the limit, which is already very good, no, even if only you can do it, it seems that the body of the Supreme Yang is indeed much stronger than the ordinary body." ”

He couldn't help but sigh secretly, he really didn't believe that Jiang Ling was only sixteen years old, and he could control the body of the Supreme Yang very well. However, Jiang Ling insisted on reaching the seventh layer of the Flame Tower, but he witnessed it with his own eyes, which made him unbelievable.

Elder Xuanfeng expected that with Jiang Ling's special Yang Body body, he might be able to fulfill Senior Brother Diqing's expectations, and if he succeeded, he would definitely be an ordinary person in the future, and he might even set off turmoil on the mainland again.

The former is what he needs to do his best to promote, as for the latter, Xuan Feng can't manage so much, the future is too long, there is no prescribed trajectory, no one can predict what kind of road it will take, and no one can accurately predict what will happen.

"It's only the seventh floor, and I thought it was the eighth floor. ”

Jiang Ling sighed a little dejectedly.

Elder Xuanfeng squinted, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Ling's hand with his backhand, and a powerful force reached his fingers from Xuanfeng's dantian, and finally hit Jiang Ling's back.

"The old man won't go up, you behave well. ”

Jiang Ling was defenseless at all, the whole person jumped up, flew very high, and before he could hit the ground, two red flames burst out of the flames, and then turned into a fire dragon to catch Jiang Ling.

"Bang!"

The fire dragon carried Jiang Ling straight up like lightning, through the flames, and straight to the ninth layer.

"Smack!"

After rushing to the ninth floor of the Flame Tower, the fire dragon dissipated in an instant, and Jiang Ling's whole person lost the strength to hold it up and slammed into the ground.

"The old drunkard, it's too uninteresting to leave me alone again. ”

Jiang Ling staggered to his feet, very embarrassed, and complained a few words of reproach.

Strange to say, after reaching the ninth floor of the Flame Tower, the oppressive feeling of the flames disappeared instantly, and the sense of weight also dissipated, and there was no pain at all, just like walking on the ground outside the Flame Tower, it was very relaxing.

The only difference is that the flames have not disappeared, and as far as the eye can see, the entire ninth floor of the Flame Tower is full of flames, and it is impossible to distinguish the southeast and northwest.

Jiang Ling was a little relieved, thought about what had just happened, and immediately thanked Elder Xuanfeng for his help, allowing him to ascend to the ninth layer at once.

The flames on the ninth floor of the Flame Tower were as still as stagnant as water, moving slowly, as if they were all bound by an invisible force, flowing around a center.

"These flames have lost their manic aura, and it's not simple. ”

Jiang Ling cautiously moved forward, wondering why the flames had changed like this.

Suddenly, a black gas that made people vomit wafted over, and it made people want to leave immediately.

Jiang Ling's eyes moved, he turned around, and his eyes looked forward like lightning, only to see a cloud of black gas gathering in the depths of the flames.

Black gas filled a certain area, churning incessantly, and under the blockade of the flames, it could not spread out.

The entire ninth layer of the Flame Tower was like a array, a flame array, blocking the black qi from time to time, making it impossible to escape from the Flame Tower.

If you look closely, there is a sword suspended in the black qi, the sword body is half the length of an arm, it is pitch black, and the hilt is the size of a palm, which is also pitch black.

However, Jiang Ling didn't dare to underestimate this sword.

The bloodthirsty Nether Sword he was wearing sensed the horror of the black sword in the flames, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the three blood streaks were full of blood.

The black sword was in the flames, half leaning and half leaning, lying diagonally, absorbing and exhaling the surrounding black qi from time to time, as if the black qi entrenched in mid-air was emanating from this sword.

"The evil spirit is so heavy. ”

The black sword unleashed an endless evil aura, and the blade was as black as an ink eyebrow, as if ink had been smeared on it.

"You're here!"

A thunderbolt old voice came from within the flame black sword, and as soon as this sound came out, the surrounding black qi was much quieter, and the flames were even more slow and did not dare to be restless.

"What a strength!"

Jiang Ling's eardrums vibrate, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, surprised that this sound was so powerful, it could hit the depths of the soul, and it was made by non-masters.

He vigilantly picked up the Bloodthirsty Nether Sword and asked, "Who, why is it hidden in the black sword?"

The black sword swallowed black gas, shook violently, and the old man's voice sounded again: "Magic sword, what you have in your hand is actually a magic sword." ”

Jiang Ling was even more surprised when he heard that the person hiding inside the black sword knew the Bloodthirsty Nether Sword, if he wasn't a master, it would be impossible to recognize the Bloodthirsty Nether Sword at a glance.

"Are you a man of the sword?" or are you an Earth Green Elder?"

Jiang Ling looked at the black sword cautiously and asked suspiciously.

The black sword spewed black gas, churning for a while, and a figure floated out of the black sword. The figure is full of black hair, not normal blackness, but as if it has been dyed by evil qi for a long time, his face is as dry as dead wood, his fingers are as thin as firewood, and his body length is just like the old roots of dead wood.

The black shadow face was vicissitudes, but he was not a cowardly old man, I saw that after he jumped out of the black sword, he grabbed the black sword extremely quickly, and said with a long sigh: "The old man is the sword spirit who guards the evil sword, Di Qing." ”

"Sword Spirit Earth Blue?"

Jiang Ling was speechless in surprise all of a sudden, he had just heard the legend that the sword could live with the spirit of a strong man, and then the spirit could form a sword spirit, and he couldn't leave the sword an inch, however, he hadn't really seen it, and the legend of the sword spirit was actually verified by a withered old man.