Burial sword deep valley.

As the name suggests, the land is a valley between countless mountains!

However, the word deep valley is only a short abbreviation, in fact, the internal space is huge, there are definitely no less than 100 miles, and various mountains are intertwined, resulting in countless forks in the valley, if you have a bad sense of direction, even walking will fall into this natural labyrinth, and can no longer get out.

At this moment, not long after the scene opened, most of the many Great Sword Masters were trying their best to find the promotion token, and only those Great Sword Master powerhouses who knew that they had no hope of winning the token and came to the Deep Valley of the Burial Sword gathered in front of the Deep Valley, waiting for the arrival of other companions of the empire.

Although there are not many people who have come to the deep valley at present, there are at least three or four hundred people waiting outside, not counting the population that enters.

Although these great swordsmen knew that the deep valley was dangerous, but before entering the deep valley, they still spent meritorious deeds one by one, exchanged for various places to live, and enjoyed it carefully, and a prince from the seventh-level civilization was even a loser who exchanged a small villa to live in, just waiting for the masters of the empire to arrive and kill in it.

"Whew!"

A streamer of light suddenly roared through the zenith, splitting all the clouds in the void and falling directly to the periphery of the valley.

The speed like thunder made the surrounding sword masters secretly surprised, looking at the young man who landed on the edge of the valley, everyone couldn't help but muttered curiously: "Such a terrifying flight speed can only be reached by a powerhouse at the level of a sixth-order sword master...... And he is also a powerhouse who is good at speed in the sixth order.

One of the people next to him was also puzzled: "The sixth-order powerhouse is a strong contender for the promotion token, especially the person in front of him, I am afraid that it is not idle among the sixth-order." What did such masters do when they didn't compete for promotion tokens, but went to the Burial Sword Valley? Although there were speculations about the artifact contained in the Burial Sword Valley, after all, it was just a rumor, and no one had ever seen it. Moreover, in the valley, there are incomparably powerful sword slaves, these sword slaves are so strong, even if he sees a sixth-order great sword master, how far he can run, once he is caught up, the holy sword master will also die for a lifetime, not to mention a mere sixth-order great sword master?"

"Yes, compared to the Opportunity and Danger surnames in the Deep Valley of the Burial Sword, it is undoubtedly much safer to compete for the promotion token. After all, with the generous rewards of deathmatch mode, as long as you can advance to the preliminaries, you can at least get the rewards of legendary weapons. ”

......

Just when everyone was speculating, Ling Yun had already put away his sword and walked straight to the valley without a trace.

Fly in?

Not to mention the prohibition that you can't fly over this valley, even if you can, who would dare?

No one knows how many sword slaves there are in this valley, but conservative estimates that there will definitely be no less than ten. There are more than ten holy swordsmen guarding the valley, and you still dare to fly on it? Isn't this tantamount to telling other people's holy swordsmen that they will come and kill you?

From a distance above the valley, there seems to be a thick cloud shrouded in it, and it is difficult to see the pattern in the valley from above.

The first ten miles were like an ordinary valley, there was no danger, Ling Yun also walked very fast, when he entered the area covered by the clouds, the speed gradually slowed down, and at this time, there were already a small number of various kinds of long swords, short swords, and broad swords nearby......

These swords, which once had a glorious history, were discarded on the ground at will, and after countless years of corrosion, they had already become dilapidated, and large patches of rust shrouded the whole body of the blades, covering their cherished luster and consuming their strong lives.

Looking at these rusty swords, it seemed that they would disappear with the wind at the slightest touch, and Ling Yun, who had a sword soul, was extremely sensitive to sword inspiration.

On these ancient swords discarded everywhere at will, there is a desolate and sad atmosphere, this breath is wordlessly condensed, revealing a huge resentment, they rise to the sky, and continue to roar to the sky, denouncing the injustice of heaven and the injustice of people's hearts!

Heaven was silent, silently enduring the unwilling accusations of the remnant sword, powerless to change their fate, allowing them to roar angrily, complain silently, and cry quietly.

As he went deeper, more and more remnants of the sword were discarded, and the resentment contained in the sword became more and more intense. These resentments include not only the Divine, the human beings, the living beings, all things, but even themselves. That kind of grievance and resentment that has nowhere to be reclaimed, I don't know how many years of accumulation, are entangled, forming a dense cloud that cannot be dissolved in substance, layer by layer, containing unwillingness, anger, grievance and fear, pressing heavily on Ling Yun's heart, making the sword soul in his body feel a suffocating pain, so painful that it almost stops running, making the blood coagulate all over his body!

Ling Yun covered his chest and continued to take steps forward in some shock.

He raised his head and watched the resentment in the sky as if it were substance, entwined, constantly colliding, constantly tearing and killing, and constantly devouring each other, even if it had become scarred in the end, and finally it was incomplete, and there was still no intention of staying.

As a sword, a murder weapon, they can tolerate the blade of the sword, and they can also tolerate the broken bones, but they can't tolerate the sword aura that is buried!

Even if they are scarred, even if they are incomplete, even if they are broken bones, they still have no regrets! As a sword, the king of soldiers, killing murder weapons, this is their responsibility, this is their ultimate fate, even if they die, they will die vigorously!

However, they could not tolerate being discarded by their master in this way, discarded in this completely unknown corner, blown by wind and frost, and finally corrupted by the years, and since then they have lived a lifetime!

The sword is a murder weapon!

The place where they sleep is only the battlefield, only the battlefield stained red with blood and bones, not such a narrow and narrow valley!

Under the rendering of this strong resentment, the sword soul in Ling Yun's body, which had been purified and washed countless times, was also ready to move.

After countless thousands of years of accumulation, most of the ancient swords all contained a certain amount of spiritual intelligence, and these spiritual wisdom contained a large amount of resentment, which seriously affected the sword soul that also evolved from the sword spirit, and affected Ling Yun, who was one with the sword soul.

If it weren't for his firm will, forcibly suppressing the sword soul in his body, I am afraid that he would have been unable to help but look up to the sky and roar, in order to vent this sympathetic and inexplicable hatred in his heart.

Ling Yun stopped.

He didn't dare to guarantee that if he continued to walk, he would still be able to suppress the resentment in his mind that was affected by the sword spirit.

Faintly, Ling Yun already understood why such a deep valley of the Buried Sword Valley, which was guarded by a large number of Holy Sword Master-level sword slaves, would appear in the scene of the Great Sword Master, instead of the scene of the Holy Sword Master!

With Ling Yun's mind and sword soul completely one, they can't help but be affected by this resentment and almost go berserk, so what about those psychic holy swordsmen whose compatibility is completely inferior to their own? I'm afraid that once they enter the deep valley, it won't be long before they become the kind of machine that is controlled by the resentment in the sword and only knows how to kill and vent.

Even at this moment, Ling Yun couldn't help but wonder if those sword slaves guarding this deep valley were those holy sword masters who had accidentally broken into this place before. They were controlled by the resentment aroused by the ancient sword here, representing the will of the ancient sword to kill all the life that entered the deep valley, in order to vent the hope of fighting that had been suppressed for countless years in their hearts.

"Retreat!"

Ling Yun knew that this kind of place was not suitable for sword masters who were already united with swords and spirits. The Holy Sword Master is like that, and so is he.

I'm afraid that only those great sword masters can continue to go deeper without being affected because they can't feel the resentment of the ancient sword.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun suddenly turned around, wanting to leave this damn area as fast as he could.

However, when he turned around, what he saw was a scene that made his heart pound.

At some point, three figures shrouded in a thick black fog had appeared behind him silently, completely sealing his retreat. And the mist on them that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved was clearly the kind of resentment that emanated from within the Eternal Sword and condensed into substance.

;