Qinglu silently looked at the sword in his hand, sighed slightly, and did not say a word on the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is a top-made sword, about one foot eight long, weighing three catties and twelve taels, made by a hundred refining methods, the color is cold, and it is also a rare good sword, but at the edge of the blade, there have been obvious cracks, and some crumbs can no longer be used with a slight shake.

This is already the fourth sword he has changed this month, he is a swordsman, he began to practice swordsmanship at the age of four, after thirty years, he has become the strongest swordsman in the entire continent, no one in the world can withstand his sword, but there is no sword that can carry his sword intent.

Even the sword forged by the finest forger has only three months to live in his hands.

He squatted on the ground, his eyebrows tightened, stroking the sword in his hand, he was a swordsman, he was alone since he was a child, accompanied only by the sword in his hand, he regarded the sword as his life, but he couldn't find a sword that could accompany him, which was somewhat cruel.

"Alas. He shook his head with a sigh, picked up the sword in his hand, put it horizontally, held it in his palm steadily, stood up and walked back to the mountain.

The back mountain is a sword mound, there are thousands of large and small graves, each grave bag is inserted with a sword, each one is flashing with a cold light, it looks like an extraordinary product, but none of them are intact, they are all broken swords.

These swords are all used by him, just like his siblings, even if they are abandoned at the moment, he can't casually abandon them in the wilderness, this sword mound is the place where they are placed, every day he goes back to see these remnant swords that have accompanied him for a while, rain or shine, no exceptions.

It's just that today in this sword shrine, there is another sword.

A trace of sadness flashed in Qinglu's eyes, leaned down, put the sword on the ground steadily, dug a shallow pit in the wetland on the other side with calloused hands, gently placed the scabbard flat in the shallow pit, slowly filled the soil, and gradually tired a small dirt bag of about half a person on the top of the pit.

Qing Lu concentrated on pressing the dirt bag, all this was done very carefully, he wanted to be perfect, when the whole soil bag was built, Qing Lu stood up and gently inserted the residual sword in front of him into the dirt bag.

The sword and the scabbard are one, and in life, the scabbard protects the sword body, and after death, it is the turn of the sword body to protect the scabbard.

The sword body and the soil inserted into the soil by Qinglu seem to be naturally one, the sword body is straight, and the wind around it cannot shake the slightest, pointing straight to the heaven and the earth.

Qinglu silently stared at the sword mounds all over the ground, sighed a little sadly, thought for a moment, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and slowly straightened up.

If the owner of this sword is not him, he must be able to accompany a certain marshal or the like to fight for a lifetime.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have all accompanied me for a period of precious time, this time I will never forget, I am a swordsman, the sword is a sibling, a part of my body. ”

Qinglu stood in front of the sword mound, looked around at the remnant swords, and bowed to these remnants of swords with some reluctance, these are the brothers who accompanied him in the battle, and they could withstand his swing.

"I'm your brother, but at the same time I'm a swordsman, but any swordsman yearns to have a divine sword and reach the extreme of swordsmanship, and this place can't let me have a deeper understanding of swordsmanship, so I'm about to leave here and go to the legendary fairyland, find a sword that really belongs to me, and make my sword go to a more refined level. ”

He whispered to these remnant swords, as if these remnant swords were big living people, and it happened that a gust of wind blew through hundreds of remnant swords, and the friction between the air and the sword body made a pleasant sound, and the sword body trembled.

Qinglu quietly stared at the hundreds of remnant swords in front of him, a little sad, silent for a moment, bowed to these remnant swords again, and said goodbye to the remnant swords that got along with him, Qinglu resolutely set off, as early as when he was wandering the rivers and lakes, he had heard that there was a hidden entrance to the fairyland in the Ten Days Jedi.

It's just that he was only 20 years old at that time, and he was full of spirit, and he didn't take it seriously, and now it seems that in this world, if you want to find a sword that can carry his sword intent, the only way to go is to go to that ethereal fairyland.

Although I don't know if the legend is really reliable, but this fairyland is already his last hope to find the ideal sword, and he has also found the most skilled blacksmith in the world, and the sword forged in October has only been forged for three months, and now he has become a member of the sword shrine.

Qinglu quickly came to the bottom of the mountain, there is a small wooden house at the bottom of the mountain, which is Qinglu's home, the furnishings in the house are very simple, only a wooden bed placed on the side and a half-person high box in the middle.

He walked to the box more than half a person high, took out two bags of clean clothes from the box, a little bit of silver, and took out a saber from the bottom of the box, hung the saber on his waist, and Qing Lu put on his clothes and pushed open the door of his room, and set off.

The air at the time of parting was somewhat sad, he had stayed in this home for several years, and he had feelings for every grass and tree around, but the swordsman did not love home, even if he was reluctant, he had to leave after all.

After going down the mountain, Qinglu walked north, leaving only a back and not looking back.

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Ten days, after ten days of long travel, an endless forest suddenly appeared in front of Karumo's eyes.

The name of this forest is called the Ten Heavens Jedi, and it is said that in the forest, there are ten different environments, as if the sky has changed, and each environment contains a lot of danger, and the duration will make people fall into a desperate situation, so it is named Ten Heavens Jedi.

"Whew. Qing Lu exhaled lightly, the whole person's spirit was a little tense, according to rumors, no one who went to these ten days of Jedi could survive, even if it was a person with high martial arts.

In the face of such a fierce reputation, even if he is the number one swordsman in the world, it is impossible not to be nervous at all.

He only held the long sword pinned to his waist, and after hesitating for a moment, two points of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he took a few steps forward and broke into the forest.

As soon as he entered the forest, Qing Lu's eyes lit up violently, the air in the Jedi in the past ten days was a hundred times fresher than the air outside, which made his whole person feel a lot more energetic, and even made his whole body feel light.

It's not just that the air is fresh, it seems that there is a strange meaning in the air, more like a kind of energy, this is the first time he has felt this feeling. (To be continued.) )