Leaving the sword platform, Long Ling took Mo Yun and moved along the path.

As time continued to pass, the two of them were close to completing the tour of the True Sword Peak, and they were staying in front of the True Sword Hall at this moment.

The real sword hall, standing in the north of the real sword peak, nearly 20 zhang high, red bricks and green tiles, eaves giant pillars. It sits in the north and faces south, like an imperial throne, magnificent. There is a small peak in the back, like a huge screen full of greenery.

Standing in front of the hall, an imperial domineering aura hit his face, shocking his heart.

"Here, this is the core hall of the True Sword Peak! There are many sword techniques and sword skills in the hall for people to read. Your entrance ceremony will also be held inside!" Long Ling stared at the closed bronze door, his expression lonely and complicated, and he sighed faintly.

"The gate of the True Sword Hall has not been opened for more than ten years! I remember the last time, it was when I entered! Today, it has finally seen the light of day!"

Mo Yun slowly approached, stretched out his palm, and felt the profound and vast ancient aura of the True Sword Palace. He slowly slid past the five-zhang high bronze gate, stroking the cloud-patterned dragon on it, and the inscription was engraved.

With the touch of his fingers, a faint golden light flashed, casting a phantom shadow in the air. The inscription, which was originally in small print, was magnified nearly a hundred times at this moment. In my mind, there seemed to be a far-reaching voice, reciting the inscription aloud, like a flood bell and a big Lu, shaking the soul.

He was wrapped in countless illusory shadows, and his body was extremely comfortable. Step by step, the palm of the hand passes, the font appears, and the moire flies.

Long Ling's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at the young man in front of him, his expression eager, as if he were looking at a rare treasure! A figure in red clothes stained with blood, black hair dancing lightly, and a face that was expressionless, and his breath was cold, like ice, and no one dared to approach. A figure is like a copper and iron pour, two meters tall, muscles are strong and powerful, and a rare bladeless giant sword is carried behind its back, but it is monstrous and murderous.

The three of them looked at the cyan figure in front of the bronze gate, their expressions different. Even the woman in red, there was a lot of shock in her emotionless eyes!

Mo Yun had already realized at this time that these inscriptions recorded an extremely rare sword technique of the highest grade of the spirit level - the Qinghuang Sword Body! What is particular about refining the body with a sharp edge, refining the physical body, and using the body as a sword to contain strength. Reach the extreme, you can compete with the spirit soldiers without falling behind!

He was hungry and kept putting it in his head!

In front of the bronze gate, the golden light swirled, the cloud pattern transformed, and a faint wind and thunder appeared. In the eyes of Long Ling and the three of them, the bronze gate was imposing, boundless and vast, and the strong coercion actually forced the three of them backwards.

And he was in front of the gate, but he was not affected in the slightest. His eyes were closed, and his palm kept skimming the inscription on the gate, seemingly irregular, but it perfectly cracked the Qinghuang Sword Body and integrated it into his mind. Seemingly unconscious, both palms imprinted on the door at the same time.

In an instant, the golden light was magnificent, and countless inscriptions seemed to come to life, churning, and huge phantoms swirled around him at an extremely fast speed, rushing into his mind. The moire dragon also showed no weakness, churning in the golden light, and a dragon phantom soared, stirring the golden light.

The momentum surging in an instant made Long Ling and the three of them kick backwards. They saw only a golden light, and lost the trace of Mo Yun.

That majestic light bloomed at an extremely fast speed, breaking through the shackles in an instant, and dispersing the boundless clouds and mist! At the top of the Ten Thousand Feet True Sword Peak, a light of several thousand zhang was stimulated, and one of the golden dragons was churning endlessly, roaring angrily.

At this moment, looking up from the Sword Xuanzong Square, the light from the top of the True Sword Peak rushed into the sky, piercing the clouds and mist.

The vision on the True Sword Peak instantly alarmed everyone. The disciples who were studying on the square looked up and were shocked!

This boundless momentum immediately woke up many sword spirit level masters who were in retreat!

On top of the Wanzhang Hanging Peak, dozens of far-reaching breaths awakened, swept unscrupulously, and instantly discovered the abnormality of the True Sword Peak!

After they were slightly stunned, they frantically condensed nearly a thousand zhang sword gang, and then shot at the peak of the True Sword Peak! The Thousand Thunders of the Ninth Order Sword Spirit Army were also extremely crazy, almost the fastest and most violent, and in an instant, they plunged into the True Sword Peak and fell down a hundred zhang away from the True Sword Palace.

Soon, seven or eight figures gathered around him, all of them with far-reaching aura. One of them is not weaker than the army of thousands of thunders!

Long Ling and the three of them also didn't expect Mo Yun to make such a loud noise, alarming the Retreat Ancestor! On the mountain peak behind the True Sword Palace, nearly ten figures also walked out. Their aura was not as good as that of a group of ancestors, but they were much stronger than the ninth-order sword kings. This is the master of the Sword Monarch of each peak!

The three brothers came to Jun Qianlei and were extremely respectful. This is an ancestor, as a disciple, who dares to be disrespectful!

Jun Qianlei's expression gradually calmed down, and his tone was gentle: "Say, what's going on?" Between the words, there was domineering, and he didn't dare to disobey.

Long Ling immediately replied truthfully, not daring to hide it in the slightest: "Tell the ancestor, this is the case. The little junior brother touched the bronze gate, and such a vision occurred. It wasn't strong at first, but then it's what it is now!"

Jun Qianlei and another powerful ancestor glanced at each other, and the ancestor immediately shouted coldly: "Everyone stand back, protect the Dharma for this son!"

A shout, there is too much!

"Yes, Senior Brother~!" Jun Qianlei replied with his head bowed, and took the lead in retreating, releasing the breath of his whole body, shocking the party! More than a dozen powerful masters dispersed in an instant, surrounding the entire True Sword Peak, showing a protective trend. The three of Long Zero, who were also wrapped in a sword gang by a powerful sword spirit master, flew out of the peak!

In the entire True Sword Peak, there is only Mo Yun alone. He indulged in it, stroking through the bronze gate. The golden light was even stronger, and it grew thousands of feet again.

On the side of the bamboo forest at the top of the True Sword Peak, many elder peak masters gathered. One of them was listless and the most conspicuous. All disciples were ordered to garrison the peak of the main vein and were not allowed to move around arbitrarily. This was like a manifestation of facing a great enemy, which puzzled many disciples, and combined with the thousands of golden rays of the True Sword Peak, all eyes were gathered here.

Outside the True Sword Peak, nine huge sword gangs volleyed in the air, and their breath churned, guarding them.

Sword Xuan Sect Master Xu Fenghan looked very excited, Rao was his Sword Monarch cultivator, and he almost danced with his hands. He was excited, and said to the person next to him: "Haha, God bless my Sword Xuanzong! I thought everything was a legend, but I didn't want it to be true, God treats my Sword Xuanzong well!"

The others were not much better than Xu Fenghan, almost crazy.

"Haha! The most precious treasure of the True Sword Hall has been opened, this is a great joy!" Ba Yu, the Lord of Heavenly Sword Peak, had a smile on his face, gently stroked his white beard, and nodded.

The veteran elders of the sect also knew something, and they looked at each other, and their hearts were happy! Only the listless one, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed.

Time passes, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the endless night is shrouded in stars.

Mo Yun's body was jumping, every cell beating excitedly, containing infinite power. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were closed, just constantly touching the inscription on the door.

His hands suddenly stopped, facing the bronze gate, allowing the infinite traces to spin around and finally crash into his mind.

When the last Dou Da handwriting was imprinted in his mind, his eyes suddenly opened, releasing a foot-stopping essence that pierced the air. Relaxed, with every gesture, explosive power is hidden!

He sensed it carefully and was surprised to find that his cultivation had unconsciously reached the ninth order of the sword disciple. As long as you make another breakthrough, you can step into the sword, condense the sword qi, and the strength will skyrocket. He clenched his fists and couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl! This feeling is really refreshing!

Spiritual Rank Superior Sword Technique - Qinghuang Sword Body!

The golden glow in the sky dissipated in the whistling sound, revealing the original scene. The ancestors of the Sword Xuan Sect, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, fell a few feet away from Mo Yun almost instantly! They wanted to see what kind of demeanor the disciples who could get such a great opportunity were!

Facing a group of Sword Spirit Ancestors, his expression remained unchanged, and he saluted respectfully: "I've seen all the Ancestors!"

Jun Qianlei nodded with satisfaction, and set his eyes on the person who was not weaker than himself in the slightest. He was dressed in plain gray clothes, but his face was like a thousand thunderbolts, no different from a young man in his early twenties. But that breath like the abyssal sea is faintly stronger than the army's thousands of thunders!

Ming Xuanzhen, the senior brother of Jun Qianlei, a ninth-order sword spirit, has stepped into a higher realm with one foot, and may break through at any time!

He smiled and nodded, and his tone was gentle: "You are very good, you are a new disciple of the Sword Xuan Sect, right?"

This surprised Jun Qianlei, who was familiar with his temperament. Jun Qianlei knows that his senior brother is cultivating an ice attribute sword technique, and his personality is like ice, he doesn't smile on weekdays, where is there any smile.

Mo Yun didn't squint, and replied indifferently: "Ancestor, disciple Mo Yun is a disciple who has just joined the Sword Xuan Sect!"

"I don't know how many qualifications are there during the test?" Jun Qianlei interjected and asked.

After hesitating slightly, he replied, "When the disciple was assessed, he did not test his qualifications!"

"Oh~!" Ming Xuanzhen frowned, and the temperature dropped a few degrees unconsciously, "Take the different stones, I'm curious, at a young age, I have already stepped into the ninth-order swordsmanship, and I have obtained such an opportunity, what kind of qualifications will it be!"

Xu Fenghan, who was already a little impatient, and a group of people immediately swarmed in, making Ming Xuanzhen's face unhappy, but he didn't say much.

Xu Fenghan personally placed the strange stones in the field and beckoned Mo Yun to come forward.

Long Ling and the three of them shrank behind the listless old man at this time, their faces were sad! No matter what kind of qualifications the junior brother had, it was impossible for him to stay on the True Sword Peak anymore if he alarmed the ancestor. This little junior brother was personally pulled up the mountain by him, and in a short time together, he was very fond of this little junior brother who was only fourteen years old.

He was annoyed and said, "Senior brother, we have lost a lot!"

The tall young man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Senior Brother Long, you shouldn't have taken him up the mountain secretly, Uncle Master must have found out!"

Huang Fei, a fourth-order swordsman, ranked second in True Sword Peak.

"Isn't it, I didn't expect that the little junior brother would be so powerful and alarm the ancestor! I was going to introduce it to you!" Long Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head in reply.

"With such qualifications, it is impossible to stay in True Sword Peak!"

"Watch carefully, don't be noisy!" said the woman in red with an expressionless face. The two of them immediately shut up, not daring to say anything more.

Jiang Yue, a ninth-order swordsman, is at the bottom of the True Sword Peak ranking.

Mo Yun took a deep breath and came to the other stone. He hadn't used a different stone yet, and he didn't know if this stone would test his true physique, so he couldn't help but have some worries.