Two big characters appeared in the white light of the quaint token, and those two big characters were

"The sword comes". With the appearance of those two big characters, the sword mound let out a roar. I saw countless broken swords and broken swords rising from the ground, shooting towards the quaint token.

The sky was densely packed with long swords that shot out, covering the sky and the sun. Seeing the long sword in the sky shooting towards the quaint token, Ding Xiaoyi was stunned.

Even Senior Sister Lin was stunned, the token was like the emperor of those long swords, so that this dense long sword shot out, and then lingered around this token and bowed down.

"The sword is ......", Senior Sister Lin's beautiful eyes shone brightly, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

Ding Xiaoyi also had difficulty hiding his consternation. He looked up and saw the dense long sword lingering around the quaint token, and he was completely shocked by the spectacular scene like ten thousand swords firing at once.

The token was only two simple words, but those two words were as powerful as an emperor inspecting his own people.

Ten thousand swords bowed down, how magnificent this is. The entire sword mound began to tremble, and all the broken swords seemed to have been summoned by some kind of mysterious summoning to the sky.

At this moment, the weight of the sword mound has also been reduced a lot. Ten thousand swords shot towards the quaint token like a shield from the sky, and endless broken swords came densely.

The surprise in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes was undisguised, even Senior Sister Nalin was stunned.

"Buzz ......", the token appeared in the sky for a long time, and a dazzling light burst open.

The two big words began to dim. With that

After the two big words "Sword Come" dimmed, the long swords that covered the sky and the sun fell from the sky one after another.

The quaint token fell from a high altitude and fell into Ding Xiaoyi's palm. Ding Xiaoyi's heart was like a surge of thoughts, and he knew that the quaint token in his hand was by no means as simple as the main token of Tianji Peak.

He felt that this token should be like the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, and from the two words that emerged from that token, he could feel a law that was beyond all swordsmanship.

This law transcends all kendo and makes it difficult for him to get a glimpse of its true face.

"Can you show me the token?" Senior Sister Lin's eyes showed a complicated light, and she asked Ding Xiaoyi softly.

"Senior Sister Lin, you can watch it if you want, why be so restrained." Ding Xiaoyi replied generously to the other party, and shook the token in his hand after speaking.

Senior Sister Lin took the token with her jade hand, and she frowned and fell into deep thought. The quaint token did not change in Senior Sister Lin's palm, but she turned it over and over but did not see any clues.

In the end, Senior Sister Lin returned the token in her palm to Ding Xiaoyi. The latter took the token and stuffed it directly into the bag.

The two of them looked at the dense sea of swords, as if the long sword in the sea of swords had undergone a subtle change.

This subtle change was even seen by Senior Sister Lin. She frowned slightly, and then took the lead in walking towards the sea of swords.

The long swords in the sea of swords seemed to have life, and they avoided them one after another. The endless sword qi and the majestic sword intent were all taken back by the sea of swords.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at this strange scene, and he followed closely behind Senior Sister Lin. Without a trace of sword qi and sword intent, the two of them seemed to be patrolling their own people.

All the swords were stuck in the canyon, and they made a soft humming sound, as if calling and as if they were telling something.

The sea of swords resonated, emitting a crisp sword groan. Ding Xiaoyi felt a sudden surge of pathos in his heart from these remnant swords.

He looked at the broken sword, and the broken sword screamed in grief. It seemed to tell him a tragic and bleak story.

It's like a complete sword with several cobweb-like cracks, and each sword seems to have its own tragic story.

The sea of swords is boundless, and the two of them have been shuttling in this sea of swords for a long time, and the sea of swords is full of sorrow. There were still traces of red blood on the broken sword.

It was the blood stains left in front of their masters, or perhaps the results of drinking the blood of the enemy.

Ding Xiaoyi felt the mournful sound in this sea of swords, he was a sword cultivator, so he naturally understood the meaning of the mournful sound of this sea of swords.

Ding Xiaoyi stood in the sea of swords, his eyes blazing like a torch. He saluted these broken swords, and then said solemnly: "If he comes with a sword every day, the immortals in the sky will dare to fight."

Ding Xiaoyi's thunderous voice rolled above this sea of swords, and his roar was also echoed by countless broken swords.

"Boom ......", a broken sword made a crisp sword groaning and mournful sound. At this time, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the sun and moon were not shining.

Ding Xiaoyi's chest was filled with a lot of pride. He vaguely knew the origin of these broken swords, and he let out his own roar in anger towards the sea of swords.

"When he comes with a sword, the immortals in the sky dare to fight." Ding Xiaoyi let out a roar towards this sea of swords.

Senior Sister Lin in front turned to look at Ding Xiaoyi. Although she didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi wanted to express, she felt the pride of the sky from Ding Xiaoyi's handsome body.

Although this young man is ordinary, he makes her beautiful eyes shine endlessly. The sea of swords sent out a burst of responses, and the long sword let out a crisp sword groan, which was a promise and an explanation.

The blood of the martyrs will not be shed in vain, and the revenge of the broken sword must be avenged. Ding Xiaoyi had silently made his promise to these rusty swords in his heart.

He will return to the sword mound on the other day, and these broken swords will be the day he fights.

"I will return to the Sword Shrine one day, and I hope that all my predecessors will follow me to fight on the Great Road." Ding Xiaoyi's anger flew up, and his voice reverberated like thunder above this sea of swords, and it didn't stop for a long time.

"Buzzing ......", and this sea of swords also responded to the high-pitched sword groan. The sound of the sword roared towards the sky, trying to pierce the sky.

"Do you know what they're thinking?" Senior Sister Lin asked Ding Xiaoyi very curiously. But Ding Xiaoyi was silent.

Because a picture came to his mind. In that vast starry sky, countless figures holding long swords were fighting with countless god-like figures.

Countless Dao figures spilled blood, countless Dao figures destroyed people with swords, and countless figures fell down towards the depths of the starry sky.

"Senior Sister Lin, did the Sword Shrine exist before the establishment of the Sword Pavilion?" Ding Xiaoyi shook his head, the picture in his mind disappeared, and he asked Senior Sister Lin curiously.

Senior Sister Lin looked at him like a monster, and it could be seen from Senior Sister Lin's silent expression that Ding Xiaoyi's guess was right.

The two of them had already walked out of this sea of swords and came to a giant sword. The greatsword was several feet high, and it was a giant sword hewn from a boulder.

From the giant sword, a rolling sword intent and a sword aura like a storm and waves emanated. Although it was only a huge stone sword, this sword stood in the center of the sword mound like a peerless divine weapon.

Through this canyon, they came to the center of the sword mound. And there was not a single broken sword in the center of the sword mound.

This giant sword is isolated in the center of the sword mound like a king. All around, too, was desolate. There was no grass around, only the sudden appearance of the boulder sword towered.

From this huge stone sword came a desperate desolate aura, which suppressed the surroundings.

This made it impossible for the fallen remnants of the sword to come within a radius of several miles. The barren aura also began to envelop Senior Sister Ding Xiaoyilin, making the two of them feel nervous.

The desperation of the billowing desolation made their hearts palpitate, and their bodies couldn't help but retreat a few feet away.

The closer you get to this boulder sword, the stronger the desolate aura becomes. The barren aura was also permeated with supreme coercion, and under that coercion, their cultivation weakened like a tide.

Senior Sister Lin's face became extremely pale, she was just a pure sword cultivator. She couldn't resist the desolation of this eternal despair.

A powerful aura of desolation surged around Ding Xiaoyi's body, and the light of the Prison God in his body also stirred up a mysterious light that lingered around him.

The desolate aura around Ding Xiaoyi's body and the desolate aura confronted each other, and no one could help anyone.

After Senior Sister Lin discovered the mysterious aura around Ding Xiaoyi, she couldn't help but approach Ding Xiaoyi.

The desperate coercion brought by the barren aura became lighter, and Senior Sister Lin couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaoyi curiously.