As the floors go up.

The pressure on Zhao Huai's body gradually increased, and he clearly felt that the sword intent above was becoming more and more powerful, and the cultivation of the original owner who held them was definitely an existence that should not be underestimated.

"No more?"

Old man Wang turned his head and smiled lightly, his tone was like a sarcasm, but he was like a nobody.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the eight-turn golden pill moved slightly, mobilizing the power of the blazing yang vision, and the sword qi on his body jumped and emerged, emitting a crimson light, gathering on the surface of his body, forming a strong barrier.

He opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Men can't say they can't."

When Old Man Wang saw this scene, he muttered in a low voice:

"Eight turns of Jindan. I see. ”

"It's kind of interesting."

Old man Wang's eyes showed an imperceptible smile.

"You can come up, welcome to the sixth layer of the Sword Pavilion, the sword on this floor, as long as you can take one, it will be counted as your ability."

As soon as Zhao Huai stepped into this layer, he was greeted by a huge sword aura.

Compared to the pressure below, the sword here was more powerful, giving people a sense of compulsion, flicking Zhao Huai's tense nerves, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

A chilly breeze brushed past my ears, like a whispered greeting.

Elder Guan said in a condensed voice: "The swords at this level are very dangerous, and they are equipped with swords above the power of the Yuanying, Your Highness should pay attention, everything goes with the flow, safety is the main thing, and it cannot be forced." ”

"Got it, Elder."

Zhao Huai nodded, and then walked into the dark room where the sword was hidden.

There aren't many swords here, and they're not tightly arranged, so the space is a lot wider.

Soon, a turquoise scabbard attracted Zhao Huai, and he leaned over to take a look.

A slender long sword, with a glittering blue gem on the hilt, flowing light, as if it were alive.

At this time, the old man Wang came over at some point and stretched out his wrinkled old hand.

"Cangchang!"

There was a crisp grinding sound, and the slender long sword was drawn.

The sword light is quiet, the blade is extremely slender, and at first glance it is a woman's sword.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai frowned and said, "Senior, didn't you say that the sword can't be moved casually." ”

Even Old Man Wang has an antibody effect on the sword in the Sword Pavilion, but if he draws the sword wantonly, he can't help but not take his life seriously.

Old man Wang ignored him, and said to himself:

"This sword is called Liuying."

"Its owner's name is Lin Cangyue, is a woman, the peak powerhouse of Yuanying, the sect master of the Taicang Sword Sect, fell in the great battle between the Demon Gate and the Xianmen three hundred years ago, in order to protect the retreat of the disciples of the whole sect, the four major worshippers of the Demon Palace alone, one arm was cut off, and he still fought to the death, he was sad and strong, and finally died calmly."

Old man Wang's voice entered Zhao Huai's ears word for word.

This look is like a demon stunned, Zhao Huai is very puzzled by the intention of the old man Wang to do this.

I saw that Old Man Wang stared at Liuying for a long time, and finally inserted it back into the scabbard, turned his head, and said seriously:

"I'm telling you what kind of kendo is kendo and what kind of sword is right for you."

"Obviously, the sword of the dead is not suitable for you, let's change it."

After speaking, Old Man Wang walked forward, Zhao Huai was stunned, and said in surprise:

"The sword of the dead? Is there still a sword for the living? ”

"It's nature."

Old man Wang squatted in front of a sword, wiped the hilt with his sleeve, and said leisurely: "The sword of the Sword Pavilion comes from all over the world, in addition to the sword of the deceased, there are also swords that others dislike and don't want, scrapped swords, swords that are reforged and no one cares about, and swords that the sword owner cultivates to become higher and therefore replaces." ”

"I see."

Zhao Huai nodded as if he had realized.

"Look over here."

Old man Wang stood up and gave way to an area.

"The remnant fairy sword, the quality is very good, it is all used by the kendo power, and it was left here after the ascension, maybe it suits you."

"Thinking about it carefully, it's been twenty years since the last time the Remnant Immortal Sword was taken from here, and time flies really fast." Old man Wang said with great emotion.

"Is this person Ziyun?"

A woman in a purple dress appeared in Zhao Huai's mind.

Old man Wang recalled for a while, twisted his sheep's beard and said: "It's her, her qualifications are very good, and her luck is excellent, so there is a remnant immortal sword that follows her, and after being reforged, it is also a high-grade flying sword." ”

Zhao Huai crouched on the ground, observing these immortal swords, looking at these rusty cracks, as if he had experienced some kind of big battle, and then he was discarded here.

"Can you touch it, senpai."

Zhao Huai turned around and asked.

Old man Wang said with a grout: "You really don't change your original intention, you just want to touch the sword." ”

Then he pondered for a moment and sighed: For the sake of your kendo realm, I can make an exception, but first warn you, you can touch it, but you must not believe anything you see. ”

"I see."

Zhao Huai nodded vigorously and agreed.

"Touch it."

Old man Wang didn't pay attention to it, he sat on the ground with his butt and looked at Zhao Huai with his chin propped up.

With permission, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand and slowly approached the broken immortal sword.

Finally, the slender index finger rested on the blade.

The first thing you feel is the cold, rusty grain.

It doesn't seem to be anything special.

It's just an ordinary sword.

Zhao Huaigang thought so.

Suddenly, a mighty aura spread from the body of the Remnant Immortal Sword, and a powerful sword will instantly poured into Zhao Huai's brain.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

A large number of images appear in front of him, constantly reshaping and presenting.

The mountains are hanging high, the sky is filled with golden clouds, and there are 100,000 familiar mountains in front of you, but the sky is condensed with the golden mist that covers the sun.

"You Immortal Dao Heaven and Earth also have today?"

An ethereal voice echoed in the mountains.

This terrifying sound caused the heavens and the earth to shake violently for thousands of miles.

Although the perspective is in the white mid-air, you can still see the black pressure on the ground, with heavy casualties, falling down, and crippled.

The perspective of the picture suddenly everything.

The whirring wind sounded, apparently a flying sword gliding through the air, and finally stopped on a cyan stone cliff.

A big hand appeared in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a wanton silhouette in white clothes could be seen.

But Zhao Huai was sure that this person must be a man.

"Zhao Yan, you're late!"

"You can't hold this spiritual mountain blessed land!"

The terrifying voice from before spoke again.

The master of the sword did not speak, but acted on it, and the two wide white sleeves fluttered in the wind and ascended straight to the sky.

The figure followed the sword.

Everywhere the man went, the ground was about to clear the blank, and the sound of the Dao sword roared from the sky.

Roar!

Soon, a majestic giant shadow of a white dragon emerged, and the dragon entered the world, sweeping everything in the world.

"Zhao Yan, you're digging your own grave!"

"You want to destroy the Immortal Dao World?"

There was a frightened tone in the dull and terrifying voice.

"I am fortunate to have it, but I have lost my life, this is the road I have to do."

"Millennial weather, before the Ascension Tribulation, needs to be reshuffled."

The voice of the man in white fell, and a sword slashed it.

Although Zhao Huai couldn't see the scene on the ground, he could feel the power of this sword, resounding through the sky and the earth, cutting everything, and even a crack appeared in the dome of the sky!

For a while, the entire Lingshan trembled.

At that moment, the picture stopped.

For a long time, Zhao Huai's eyes were in a state of confusion, and he maintained the posture of touching the sword.

"What did this kid see?"

Old man Wang saw that something was wrong, and the wrinkled old hand also put it on the remnant immortal sword, squinted his eyes and felt it, and after half a pillar of incense, he suddenly said:

"No wonder. It's such a coincidence. ”

Zhao Huai's consciousness returned to his body, and the shock in his eyes was hard to get rid of for a long time.

After a long while, he regained his composure, he looked at Old Man Wang and asked solemnly:

"Whose sword is this?"

Old man Wang had gray hair, twisted a sheep's beard, and raised his eyebrows:

"This is Yan Zu's sword back then, you kid is considered lucky, picked such a baby, is it fate?"

"This sword seems to have followed you."

When Zhao Huai heard this, his eyes were slightly condensed, holding the hilt of the sword, and looking at the rusty and cracked blade.

Lost in thought.

Could it be that the man in white that I saw just now was Yan Zu.

Zhao Yan is the name of Yan Zu?

In that case, who is the enemy in the picture?

Who is Yan Zu fighting against, and what is the final outcome?

What does the reshuffling in his mouth mean?

As he pondered, the flying swords around him trembled slightly.

Old man Wang looked at them, and said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that you are also a man of great luck."

"The sword here, it is not easy for ordinary people to find one, and it is really unheard of that there are so many swords that want to follow you."

According to common sense, a sword is worth a person.

Swords, like people, have pride.

It is rare for multiple flying swords to follow one owner.

But that's exactly what happened right in front of my eyes.

The remnants of the flying swords around him were all trembling, and they were heading in the direction of Zhao Huai, obviously wanting to recognize him as the master.

"Boy, why don't you quickly open the sword cultivation gourd and claim the flying sword?"

Old man Wang reminded.

Zhao Huai nodded, took out the turquoise sword-raising gourd, and opened the stopper.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Flying swords shot out from the shelves, all burrowing into the sword-raising gourd.

Soon, there were a lot fewer flying swords around.

Zhao Huai roughly counted, just now he roughly received six remnant immortal swords.

At this time, Old Man Wang showed a faint smile and said: "Don't underestimate this immortal sword that is already a defective product, no matter what, it was also made of immortal spirit treasure back then, and their master is a powerful person in the world, with today's conditions, it is impossible to have a flying sword of this quality, and claim one less than one." ”

"When an ordinary magic weapon encounters him, it will break when he touches it."

Zhao Huai nodded slowly, he could feel that the breath in the fairy sword was thick and long, flowing along his meridians and bones, as long as it was cultivated, the power was absolutely good.

He also felt a slight change in his body, but he couldn't put it into words.

Putting Yan Zu's matching sword into the sword gourd, Zhao Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

His trip to the Sword Pavilion is almost here.

Zhao Huai bowed to Old Man Wang and said:

"Zhao Huai thanked his predecessors for their guidance."

He knew that if it weren't for Old Man Wang, it would be difficult for him to find a flying sword that suited him in the vast sea of swords.

"If you want to thank you, thank you for your kendo qualifications."

Old man Wang shook his head and said, "I don't look down on ordinary disciples, it's just that your kendo qualifications don't seem to be fixed to death, but are natural sword cultivation materials, which is really rare." ”

Of course, Zhao Huai knew what the other party was talking about.

He has the life of a [Kendo Grandmaster], and his kendo qualifications are among the best in the world.

His sword realm will only continue to improve, until he becomes a transcendent saint and becomes an immortal.

"Senior, I have a question, I don't know if you can answer it for me."

"Huh?"

"How did you manage to stay in this Sword Pavilion with millions of swords? You must know that even Elder Guan stayed at the door and did not enter, and it is obvious that the will of the sword will has a great impact on people. ”

"I heard that you only have the Jindan realm, can you also resist these sword wills?"

Zhao Huai had just touched the sword before he knew how uncomfortable this feeling was.

There is an extra memory in my mind out of thin air, which requires a very high amount of mental power from ordinary people.

In the Sword Pavilion for a long time, I am afraid that I will be driven crazy by these swords.

Moreover, there are still some evil swords, although he has not encountered them, it does not mean that the old man Wang, who is a sword guard, will not encounter them.

In such a harsh environment, the other party was able to survive, and I have to say that this strength is very terrifying.

Zhao Huai felt that this old man was definitely not only in the realm of Jindan.

Faced with Zhao Huai's question, Old Man Wang had no intention of answering, and said lightly:

"Don't ask more than you shouldn't."

"Now that you have the sword, please go back."

"Again, think about it more, what kind of kendo is kendo, this is what you should do."

After speaking, Old Man Wang walked directly towards the door.

Zhao Huai thought about it and followed.

"Your Highness, how was the harvest?"

Elder Guan at the door saw Zhao Huai and smiled.

"Yes, they're all high-quality flying swords."

"That's good."

Elder Guan was also very satisfied when he saw that Zhao Huai had obtained the opportunity perfectly.

When the two were talking, they came to the gate of the Sword Pavilion, Zhao Huai raised his eyes and looked, but he could no longer see the shadow of Old Man Wang.

"Elder Guan, farewell."

"See you soon, Your Highness."

After going out, Zhao Huai thanked Elder Guan and said goodbye,

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yu Qinghan's figure standing outside the Sword Pavilion, waiting quietly.

"Ma'am, why are you here?"

Zhao Huai was surprised.

When he came out of the Red Dust Immortal Peak, he had already confessed and came back soon.

I saw Yu Qinghan's face solemn, and said, "When the husband was away, the Yansheng Mansion sent a disciple here. ”

"Yansheng Mansion, what's the matter?"

Zhao Huai frowned.

"The words on the stele have been cracked."

A look of sorrow appeared in Yu Qinghan's beautiful eyes.

"What? Cracked? ”

Zhao Huai was very surprised.

He didn't expect that after only a few days, the words on the stele would be deciphered, which was too fast.

"Well, this matter is quite involved, the Lord of the Linglong Palace, the Lord of the Immortal Temple, and the abbot of the Xiaolingyin Temple all went to the Yansheng Mansion, and asked me to call you."

Zhao Huai quickly took a few steps forward and asked, "Is there any specific news on the stone tablet?" ”

Yu Qinghan's eyes were sharp and said: "This stone tablet seems to come from the land of ascension, and the specifics will only be known by going to the Yansheng Mansion." ”