Jianfeng, a straight peak like a sword, is black as a whole, as if it has been covered with years, full of vicissitudes and a heavy sense of history.

This mountain peak is huge, more than 10,000 zhang high, reaching into the sky, and the Qianzhang mountain peak next to it is compared to it, that is the difference between the ancestor and the disciple, and can only stand quietly beside it.

Everyone looked at it from afar, and they could feel the extraordinaryness of this sword peak.

It is full of all kinds of flying swords, silent, unremarkable, and not brilliant, simple and ordinary.

It seems to have gone through thousands of vicissitudes and thousands of annual rings, and has long been washed away from the flashiness and returned to the basics, giving people a feeling of supreme realm and transcendent holiness.

Everyone looked at it and inexplicably felt, heart! Exceptionally quiet.

"This is the sword peak of my sect!" Jian Yunchang looked at it with a solemn face, and everyone lined up, standing behind him, all of them were extremely solemn.

"Come, follow me to the top of the mountain!" The sword cloud shattered the white clouds and turned into a streamer and flew straight to the top of the mountain.

And all the people followed closely and landed on the top of the mountain.

There was not a single grass or tree in the entire sword peak, only the craggy strange rocks and the flying sword with the handle inserted in the stone sheath.

These flying swords seemed to be sealed, their brilliance was not obvious, the sword aura was restrained, and they breathed with the sword peak, and they were extremely silent.

Everyone fell on the top of the mountain, looking at these flying swords inserted in the stones, all kinds of flying swords, their eyes flashed with curiosity.

Suddenly, I heard Jian Yunchang shout in a low voice: "I'll wake up the flying sword!" I saw a flash of brilliance in his hand, and a flying sword overflowing with light appeared, and it suddenly thrust into the sword peak.

Suddenly, the brilliance burst out, and the entire sword peak trembled.

Hundreds of millions of flying swords roared, bursting out of various sword rainbows, shaking out of the sheath, roaring in the sky, forming a shocking scene of ten thousand swords flying together, the top of the head was densely packed like flying locusts, all flying swords shuttling back and forth.

The sword is in the sky, and the sword is like a cover!

Such scenes make people dizzy and emotional.

"Ten thousand swords are flying, so don't you hurry forward to find the sword of your will. After all the flying swords are sheathed, they can no longer be found. One person, one sword, what the opportunity is, it depends on your creation." Jian Yun shouted.

Hearing this, everyone rushed to the sky, chasing those flying swords that burst out with powerful brilliance.

Suddenly, the sword flew into each other, and the atmosphere was intense.

But there are still extraordinary people who have not done such pursuits.

I saw Hao Yun standing quietly in the sky, bursts of fairy light rising from his body, exuding monstrous majesty, and said majestically:

"I am respected in the world, and the fairy world can also be called the king, and when you come into my hands, you will become an immortal weapon in the future!"

The sword is the fate of people, and people are also the fate of the sword, and those who are born extraordinary have the supreme spirit of "people in the mortal world, looking at the things of the fairy world".

Hao Yun spread out his palm lightly like this, and stretched out his volley in the air.

After a short time, three streamers of red, yellow, and white flew in, and they fought in front of him.

In the end, the yellow streamer strongly knocked away the red and white streamers, and landed in Hao Yun's palm, manifesting its bronze sword body.

Yang Ji glanced at it and found that the sword turned out to be a medium-grade Dao weapon.

The Zhongpin Taoist device has long been psychic, people choose swords, swords choose people, this time it is really a sword according to people's wishes.

Just obtained a medium-grade Dao weapon so easily, Yang Ji really felt the power of a genius, it was too extraordinary.

Hao Yun pinched the flying sword, laughed, and fell to the top of the mountain, no longer looking for the sword.

At the same time, Wang Tianli stood in the void, looked around and smiled: "I have the word 'transcendence' in my heart, and these two words can be infinitely high, and when you come into my hands, you can surpass yourself with me. Dao weapons, immortal weapons, immortal king weapons, just a transition, you will eventually follow me to the top!"

He also slowly stretched out his palm, and after a while, a streamer of light flew in, and a flying sword with a whole body of silver manifested in his palm.

This sword is also a medium-grade Taoist weapon.

Other people's swords are obedient, and their own swords still have to devour the master, Yang Ji instantly felt that his dragon sword was not fragrant.

"Congratulations Brother Wang, congratulations Brother Hao,

It's enviable to have a famous sword thrown so quickly." Li Qiankun stood in the void and said with a faint smile.

"Brother Li, you haven't made a move for a long time, have you hit any sword?" Wang Tianli said with a smile.

"There is a sword, which is close to my eyes!" Li Qiankun smiled and said, "Qiankun is in my hands, and heaven and earth are at my disposal!" Qiankun Sword, if you don't come now, when will you stay?"

Zheng!

A trembling sound of a flying sword sounded, and an arc-shaped streamer shuttled over, roaring up and down around Li Qiankun, and then fell silent in his palm.

Li Qiankun smiled at the sword, and took it into the world in his palm with his backhand.

This Qiankun sword is also a medium-grade Dao weapon.

The golden cicada of the Tibetan Temple sat in the void, the Buddha light on his body emerged, and the Buddha was swirling, and after a while, there was also a sword flying and automatically falling between his knees.

This sword is called Puzhao Sword, and it is also a medium-grade Taoist weapon.

Xiao Changsheng of the Immortal Sect smiled in the air: "The years do not add to the body, I am immortal in heaven and earth, I am in the old sword, and the immortal sword will come soon!"

With a wave of his hand, a quaint flying sword fell into his hand.

This sword is called the Immortal Sword, and it is also a medium-grade Dao weapon.

The Linglong Fairy of the Ascension Immortal Hall saw that everyone was looking for the famous sword, and said with a smile: "The four paths of wind and clouds, rain and lightning are revealed, and the Linglong Hundred Generations have turned into immortals!" Cloud Thunder Sword, would you like to go to the fairy world with me?"

"Cloud Thunder Sword is willing to worship the fairy as the Lord!" A flickering flying sword with lightning arc came from the sky and stood in front of the delicate fairy, the hilt of the sword bent towards her.

The delicate fairy smiled, held the hilt of the sword, and stroked the sword body, showing tenderness in her eyes.

The rest of the true and quasi-true legends did not cut the Dao, did not obtain the origin of the Great Dao, and the Dao essence on their bodies was not revealed, so they did not have so much energy and essence for the Dao Attainer to come automatically, and they all chased the Sword of Affection in the sky.

However, those who can become true legends are not ordinary people, even if they have not yet killed the Dao Tribulation, but they all have great luck and great creation, and many true legends have also quickly found famous swords.

Yang Ji knew that each Dao weapon had its own temperament, so he didn't blindly chase it, but watched and felt the aura emanating from those flying swords.

The two have similar aura, so that they can fit each other, and when they are used in the future, they can be more tacit and powerful.

The magic weapon is the third hand, and the choice needs to be cautious.

At the same time as Yang Ji was watching, in the sky, a simple flying sword flew slowly, like a seventy or eighty-year-old old lady, with a thick twilight.

"Ancestor, didn't you say that you were tired of staying at Sword Peak? If you want to go out and see the outside world, why don't you choose a Taoist just now and follow them away?" A childish baby voice came from a low voice of a sword.

"What kind of identity do I have, Ancestor, how can I let them beckon to take it? Where do I put my old face?"

"Ancestor, if you don't take the initiative to manifest your power, they won't be able to discover you, don't you want to repair the sword body and regain its former glory?"

"What glory...... That's all a story made up by the ancestors, to lie to you." In the quaint sword, a slightly gloomy old voice came out.

"Alas, the next time those Taoists come, it's a thousand years later. Ancestor, why don't you compromise with yourself once?"

"There's nothing to compromise, I won't fly into their hands, they didn't find me, they can only say that I have no fate with them. Ancestor, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he felt something different in the body of the sword.

"Hey, Ancestor, you seem to have been caught."

"It's actually a mutilated and top-grade immortal weapon." Yang Ji was shocked in his heart, held the quaint broken sword in his hand, and said its heels and feet.

This sentence made the broken sword tremble quietly.

"Ah, Ancestor, he said that you are the best immortal weapon? Isn't this a heavy treasure second only to the Immortal King Weapon? So what you said before was true?" On the side, a flying sword overflowing with light stopped, and the sword body shook out the Dao sword wave, quietly transmitting the word.

The broken sword did not respond, nor did it break free from Yang Ji's hand, but fell silent, showing its ordinariness.

"Senior, I know that you were once extraordinary, but you were the best immortal weapon, and now you are not willing to be mediocre after being killed by the broken sword.

Would you like to go out with your juniors and build glory again?"

Yang Ji held the broken sword, and seeing that it did not respond, he did not resist, and continued, "The younger generation is not talented, only the peak of the Yuan Infant, and has never been cut down. But I can kill the way, and I can also be the king in the immortal world, and I will not humiliate my predecessors."

As he spoke, he controlled the Immortal King Phantom that had been condensed by Cheng Immortal Zhi to infiltrate into the Broken Sword.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, "What's your name?"

"Junior Yang Ji!"

"Yang Ji? Your ambition is not small, you want to become the fairy king! You can recognize me, it is the fate established for millions of years, I have been sleeping in Jianfeng for an era, and I will go out with you today to see how far your immortal ambition can go!"

"Thank you for helping me!" Yang Ji was overjoyed in his heart, put the broken sword in the void, and bowed.