The selection has come to an end, there is still half a year before the Nanshan Tomb, and Lu Yun is ready to stay in the door to cultivate.

It is also fun to get up in the morning to practice swords, and return at sunset.

Ji Hongxi took Shangguan Liri to fool around, Baiyao retreated again, and Yuntian went out to visit friends.

On the rare and quiet Wentian Peak, only Lu Yun and Yun Shuiqing remained.

Lu Yun found that his fourth senior brother had been a little strange recently, and he always liked to be in a daze in the place where he practiced his sword, and occasionally looked in a certain direction with heavy eyes.

The sword sound in the bamboo forest did not stop for a long time, and Yun Shuiqing leaned on a bamboo, watching his little junior sister dancing with a sword.

There is no spiritual power to roll, but an ordinary sword move, the shot is as soft as cotton, but it can break through the green bamboo with one sword.

This is a set of swordsmanship that my master handed over to the little junior sister not long ago, and it is a way to overcome rigidity with softness, and the swordsmanship is light and flexible, which is quite beautiful.

This swordsmanship is only now getting started by Lu Yun, and there are still some practices.

And Yun Shuiqing, who is a sword spirit, even if he doesn't cultivate, his cultivation is growing day by day.

As for swordsmanship.

In his eyes, he can see the essence of ordinary swordsmanship at one time, just like the set of Guiyan swordsmanship in front of him, which has already been seen at a glance.

After looking at it for a moment, Yun Shuiqing turned around and left.

He went down to Tianfeng, avoided many people along the way, and went to the forbidden sword mound of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

The sword shrine had not been opened for a long time, and those formation prohibitions outside were as if they were nothing in Yun Shuiqing's eyes.

There was a sword that split a mountain.

There are cracks in the mountain, forming a mound, and the sword qi in the mound has not collapsed so far.

Later, the people of the Tibetan Sword Sect made the sword mound here, and raised the sword with that Haoran sword qi, and ten thousand swords were attributed to the sword mound, and different sword intents were entangled together, making this sword mound shaped like a dangerous place, and it was difficult for others to walk.

The peaks on both sides of the sword mound, and even the bottom of the sword mound, are inserted with swords, and those swords are somewhat broken, rusty, and undoubtedly useless.

Some are showing their edge, swords, waiting for someone to be destined.

The sword mound is a place for disciples to train, and disciples who can get out of the sword mound will definitely be able to obtain a sword here.

Yun Shuiqing came this time for himself.

The sword mound's wild and fierce sword qi was not to be feared by Yun Shuiqing.

As a sword spirit, he has long adapted to the environment in the sword mound, and he does not squint forward.

The deepest part of the sword mound, no one has ever come.

It was an island in the middle of a lake, and the water of the lake was crystal clear, but if you looked closely, you would find that the water was condensed by the purest sword qi.

But after a few glances, the stinging pain in my eyes is unbearable.

On the island, there was no grass, only a long sword stuck in the soil, and the golden sword body was densely cracked.

Those marks snaked on the sword, ruining the overall beauty of the sword, which was so fragile that it shattered at the slightest touch.

And this sword is Yun Shuiqing itself.

He is the sword spirit of this sword, and he can't leave the Tibetan Sword Sect at will, because the sword body is broken, and without him this sword spirit, the sword will die at any time.

Yun Shuiqing walked over, he held the sword and tried to pull it up, as he had done many times, the sword did not react, it was firmly nailed to the ground, and it did not move.

He was one with the sword, but now, one was walking outside in the form of a human, while the other was hiding in the sword mound trying to repair himself.

But on the contrary, he, the sword spirit, couldn't help this sword.

Waiting for those who are destined to be there is this the mission of all the swords in the sword shrine, including the one in front of you.

He is one with it, and he is also waiting for his master.

Yun Shuiqing couldn't help but think of Ji Hongxi's words.

Tibetan Sword Sect and Little Senior Sister choose one of the two, who will he choose, Yun Shuiqing looked at the sword in front of him, and his clean eyes were unprecedentedly firm.

He had to find a way to take the sword.

Accompanying his body for a long time, on the way out of the sword mound, Yun Shuiqing found that many phantoms appeared in the sword mound.

Those phantoms are the incarnations of the swords in the sword mound, or people or things or demon beasts, regardless of change.

A disciple has entered the sword mound.

Yun Shuiqing leaned over and found that it was Feng Yuyao, and at this moment Feng Yuyao was fighting with a phantom, and the fight was difficult.

It stands to reason that as long as you win the Phantom, you can take the sword with you.

Feng Yuyao seemed to have a crush on this sword, entangled endlessly, with an almost obsessive longing on her face.

It's a pity that Feng Yuyao already has a natal sword, and at this moment, she is using the fire phoenix and the phantom fighting method of the sword in front of her.

For the sword, Feng Yuyao's behavior was particularly offensive.

The phantom rage, causing the surrounding phantoms to begin to merge with it, and an illusory giant appeared in the sword shrine.

The giant had no sword in his hand, he could wave his hand and raise his legs at will, and all the sword qi in the sky stabbed at that Feng Yuyao.

Accidentally, Feng Yuyao was slapped away by the giant and happened to land near Yun Shuiqing.

The giant wanted to come again, the fire phoenix let out a sharp phoenix sound, and the illusory phoenix shadow appeared behind Feng Yuyao.

The phoenix spread its wings, the phoenix fire was shaking, and the giant looked in this direction, as if he was afraid, and turned away.

As he walked away, the giant phantom disappeared little by little, completely turning into sword qi and floating in this sword mound.

The surrounding swords no longer sounded, and it was quiet as if it were sleeping.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yuyao stood up with her heart covered, her face extremely ugly.

The swords fell asleep, meaning they didn't take a fancy to her.

"Senior Brother Yun."

She looked at Yun Shuiqing with a hesitant expression.

Although the sword qi in the sword mound will not hurt people for no reason, it is also ferocious enough, and in the sword mound, the wind that you just felt on your skin is like the sword qi cutting your body.

The sharp pain made Feng Yuyao frown, but the person in front of her seemed to be unconscious.

She remembered Yun Shuiqing, Lu Yun's fourth senior brother, a magical person.

Vaguely, she felt a few terrifying sword intents on the other party, and then she probed carefully, but it was fleeting like a phantom.

Looking at Feng Yuyao's embarrassment, Yun Shuiqing's face was pale, and the words he said carried the lessons of the elders to the juniors.

"The sword has a spirit, and you already have a phoenix sword by your side, the sword here will never yield to the fire phoenix, you are too greedy."

The sword also has a temper, people want to divide the victory and defeat, and the sword naturally wants to divide one or two.

A good sword will not succumb to obscenity.

"You shouldn't be in here again."

Feng Yuyao's appearance is an insult to the sword here, and it is also a provocation.

The giant that the sword shadow turned into was really murderous.

"What about Lu Yun, how can she do it?"

In the face of Yun Shuiqing's contempt, Feng Yuyao had a fire in her heart, which burned her and lost her mind, and blurted out a question with long-buried jealousy.

"Little junior sister?"

Speaking of Lu Yun, Yun Shuiqing remembered the two swords that Lu Yun had taken away from here, and in Feng Yuyao's eyes that were burning with fire, Yun Shuiqing's tone was as calm as a lake.

"From beginning to end, the little junior sister only has one sword."

Those swords come from the same origin, and the sword heart is one, so naturally there is no problem of dividing them into superior ones.

But Feng Yuyao was not satisfied with this answer.

"You!"

She wanted to ask why the other party was here, knowing that she had begged the master for a long time before the master agreed to let her in and find another sword.

You can see the clouds and clear water, and you can walk freely here.

She thought of the unique aura on Yun Shuiqing's body, which made people jealous and coveted, like a sword that had never been unsheathed, making her eager to see the style.