Inside the yozuka.

Countless mutilated swords stood straight into the mountains.

Li Mu stepped forward with a knife on his back.

"Whew-"

I only heard the countless howls of the yin wind in the depths of this mountain range, as if they were made of thousands of dead spirits.

Li Mu's skin was tense, and it met with the yin wind in the air, like the encounter of a knife and a shield, making a sound of gold and iron colliding.

"This is indeed an excellent place to practice!"

Li Mu contemplated, feeling the "meaning" permeating this world everywhere, and couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Graves, graves also.

This mound is the place where the Jinye Division has buried Bing Ge for many years.

Countless acquired and even higher-level masters, after they died, their mutilated blades were all sent into this mound.

You must know that these broken blades get along with their owners day and night, and they already contain the perception of their masters' "meaning".

And for those who come after them, these are supreme treasures.

Li Mu came to the first area barefoot, which was probably located at the foot of the mountain, among the ruins of the broken army. He leaned over and picked up a rusty fragment with the word "trace" faintly visible on it.

Li Mu's luck poured into it.

Suddenly, the fragment that was originally as light as nothing suddenly became like a piece of iron weighing dozens of catties.

"It's really a material made of meteorite iron."

Li Mu touched the rusty fragment in his hand with some incredulity.

He also saw that the color of this fragment was not ordinary, although the surface was covered with rust, but its interval still revealed a deep black light, a bit similar to the Xuanyuan iron ore described in "Mineral Miscellaneous", so he picked it up.

I tried it, but I didn't expect it to be.

You must know that the weapon made of Xuan Meteor Iron has a characteristic, that is, its owner can control its weight through qi and blood.

This trait can often cause unexpected damage in battle, so the Xuan Meteor Iron has always been in short supply and is favored by many martial arts warriors.

Li Mu hadn't been in Dongchi Mansion for a long time, so he didn't have the connections and financial resources to get it.

Didn't expect to pick up a piece of debris here.

Li Mu continued to look around, and found three or five pieces one after another, obviously from the same weapon.

Piecing together a few pieces of the sword, it was found that it was just enough to form half of the sword.

"Tracing the wind..."

Li Mu read out the two words that were pieced together on the weapon.

"Woo..."

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew, and it seemed to sound a mournful roar.

If the sword had a spirit, someone would have sighed when they recited its name in a few years.

Because he didn't know how long he could stay here, Li Mu still didn't spend time looking for other fragment materials after all.

Instead, climb higher.

As the height increased, the weapons inserted here became more and more scarce, and at the same time, he felt a faint sense of oppression in the air.

"I can't go any further!"

Li Mu looked at the heights, and at the pinnacle of the mountain, there were seven blades.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds....

All exude a palpitating atmosphere.

This is... A weapon left over from the Innate?

Just the aura emanating from this portable blade made him feel more terrifying than facing an innate master.

And this is what he perceives from standing thousands of kilometers away.

If he stepped forward, Li Mu couldn't imagine how much pressure he would have to bear.

The position he is in now is already on the mountainside.

Instead of soft dirt, there are large expanses of black-brown rock.

Instead of piling up on top of each other, the blades were divided into a patch of land, as if tombs had been built.

The remnants of the broken blades stood in the graves.

Li Mu saw a mutilated black ring-headed broadsword alone in an area, and the direction of the surrounding weapons was far away from where the big knife stood, extremely domineering.

"That's you!"

Li Mu stepped forward, and just as he was about to get close to the distance of ten meters, a strange fluctuation appeared in his mind.

"Tyrant!"

Like a peerless warrior, he was standing alone surrounded by thousands of troops and horses, and he had the will to shout the name of the knife in his hand.

Just like its name, its "meaning" is also very domineering.

Invisible resistance emerges, but anyone who comes close will be bounced away by it.

It's no wonder that the blades around them all turned their heads and changed directions, because they were really forced to do so.

But Li Mu still resisted this resistance and continued to move forward.

After all, it is just a blade of an innate master, and no matter how strong the resistance is, it is like rootless water that cannot last.

Close to five meters.

The black ring-headed broadsword trembled lightly on the stone platform as if it had been offended.

"Huh!"

"Badao...."

The roar of the man who had left this weapon behind in his mind was echoed again, and some vague images faintly appeared in front of him.

It was the picture of the strong man who had left traces of the battle, and the knife wielding could not see his face clearly, but he saw a black hair dancing wildly, and the big knife danced, and blood was constantly scattered all around.

The corners of Li Mu's mouth twitched, resisted with all his might, and then took a big stride.

One meter!

At this distance, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could already touch the blade.

"Whew-"

This time, it seems to have really angered it.

In the originally dead mountains, there was no wind surging.

The ring-headed broadsword trembled slightly, and in the surrounding void, it seemed as if something was converging.

"Tyrant! Overlord! Overlord! ”

The voice in his head became clearer and clearer, and as the voice surged, a riot began around him.

In the flying sand and stones, Li Mu's eyes were bright, and they were like two bright lights in this dim surroundings.

He is using this to temper himself, and he hopes that in this way, he can smoothly comprehend what sword intent is.

In his mind, the face of the strong man holding the sword became clearer and clearer, and in a trance, the two looked at each other.

Li Mu was dressed in a black robe, and the man was also black, wearing a black jacket on his body, revealing the collarbone on his chest.

It was a memory that belonged to a knife.

In its memory, Li Mu couldn't see its owner's face clearly, but he felt that his perfection was amazing.

The black ring-headed broadsword was held tightly in the man's hand, the blade of which was placed in a scabbard made of silver shark skin.

Suddenly, "Draw your sword and slash!" ”

An inexplicable voice sounded in my head.

Then, as if in a dream, the scene in his eyes shattered.

As he woke up, he felt a sweetness in his throat. I couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of dark red blood spit out, and at the same time, my body was violently pushed by the strong resistance.

"Smack!"

Li Mu sat up from the ground.

He touched his forehead, where a small knife mark flickered, a mark less than the size of his thumb, which could not be healed for a while with his strong physique.

He was ejected more than thirty meters away at this moment.

"It's so strong...."

Li Mu's eyes flickered, is this the power of sword intent?

It is beyond people's imagination that a weapon without an owner can erupt with such damage.