When that sword intent appeared, when the iron sword came to Chen Changsheng's side, the sea-like beast tide around the mausoleum had already reacted, or feared or angry, and was in turmoil, but it was suppressed by Nanke, at this time, as the piece of soul wood in her hand shone brightly, the prohibition was suddenly lost, where could the thousands of demon beasts in the grassland still be able to endure it, and they rushed towards the mausoleum one after another, and for a time the earth shook, the sky and the earth were dark, and there seemed to be some more bloody and filthy smell in the majestic rainstorm.

Only the terrifying shadow was still silent, although it slowly fell towards the ground, but it did not show the intention of showing divine might, or it was because of the appearance of this Dapeng that the few high-level demon beasts with the top level combat power of the Gathering Star in the depths of the grassland did not go to the mausoleum with the beast tide, they were not resisting the call of the soul wood, nor were they resisting the will of the Nanke, but they were more intelligent, and vaguely aware of the more strict things that were about to happen, so they were vigilant. The Yan zhòng here is, of course, for Zhou Yuan.

Countless demon beasts turned into black waves and poured towards the mausoleum one by one, the quiet sun never set on the grassland had already become noisy, the water pool at the bottom of the wild grass was torn to pieces by the sharp claws of the beast, and then it was flattened by the scales, the soil kept flying, and the clear water became extremely turbid, how magnificent and terrifying. As mentioned before, even if the saint is here, he can't kill all these demon beasts that are constantly flocking to the mausoleum, so he can only avoid them. Chen Changsheng stood in the rainstorm, looking at this scene, he naturally wanted to retreat, but he had no way out.

Around him, more than a dozen famous swords hovered quietly in the heavy rain, these swords had seen the vicissitudes of life, but now they have been vicissitudes, or mutilated or covered with rust, when they first appeared, the momentum was amazing, but after all, it was no longer the momentum of the year, and the most important thing is that those peerless powerhouses who once held these swords have long since passed away.

With only these more than ten broken swords, they can't resist the attack of the beast tide, and if they want to become a reef that doesn't fall before the black ocean, they need more swords.

Chen Changsheng's eyes looked at the grassland around the mausoleum through the heavy rain curtain, looking at those terrifying beast tides, wanting to find more swords. Those swords should be in the sword pool, for some reason, they didn't appear like the mountain and sea swords, and they were still waiting for his summoning, or persuasion, but, where is the sword pool?

"If you are here, please come out and meet me, for I need you. ”

This was his intention, and he entered the umbrella surface along the slightly trembling yellow paper handle and dispersed towards the endless grassland.

He looked at the distance of the miserable grassland, looked at the grassland near and moaned under the belly of the wolf's claw, and silently said to the unknown sword pond in his heart: "I will take you away from this deserted old garden, or you will sleep, but at least ...... It won't be in this grassland where there is never night and no sleep. ”

The beast tide was getting closer and closer, and the front was only a few miles away from the Shinto under the mausoleum, standing on the edge of the stone platform, Chen Changsheng could even clearly see the bloody red mouth of the purple electric leopard in front and the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and even seemed to be able to smell the foul smell emitted by the saliva water.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a shock.

This tremor has nothing to do with the beast tide, nothing to do with the torrential rain.

This tremor came from the depths of the sea of grass, the depths of the earth, very subtle, a little weak, but so real.

Like a real purple lightning, the purple electric leopard broke through the dense aquatic plants and rushed towards the mausoleum, its crimson eyes full of bloodthirsty rage.

Suddenly, there was an alarm in its eyes, and it cracked.

Immediately afterward, the corners of its lips cracked, and the drooling saliva mixed with the blood, turning crimson as well.

Sensing the danger, it accelerated frantically, trying to get out of the tremor.

The tremor was indeed weak, and it felt slow to reach the ground.

However, the lightning-like purple electric leopard could not shake off this shock.

There was a slight tearing sound in the rain.

Rub!

The purple electric leopard's body was torn apart, turning into more than ten pieces of blood, which scattered during the run, but still maintained its previous speed until it fell to the ground dozens of feet later.

The picture is extremely weird and terrifying.

In the paw prints stepped out by the purple electric leopard, the wet soil kept squeezing and rolling, and a sword slowly appeared.

This is a broken sword with only half of it left, the rust on the hilt is extremely deep, and the body of the half sword is full of dirt, it looks extremely miserable, and there is no difference from scrap metal.

The remnant of the sword lay silently in the dirt and grass.

The rain kept falling, and as the rain washed away, the mud on the sword's body was washed away, but it could not wash away the rust marks, it was still gray, and there was no trace of bright edge, but after all, it was lighter, and the remnant sword kept trembling, struggling, trying to get off the ground...... It's like a badly wounded warrior, holding on to a cane, and also wants to get up again, and then kill the enemy.

I don't know how long it took, but the remnant sword finally left the ground and flew crookedly in the direction of the mausoleum, as if it could fall to the ground again at any moment.

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On the grassland where the sun never sets, the demon beast whose speed is second only to the purple electric leopard is the wind wolf, these demon beasts born from the crossbreeding of the snow wolf pack and the magic wolf of the Great West Continent, have incredible speed, and are said to be the only demon beast on the continent that can successfully prey on the red eagle, of course, it is mainly due to the collective combat ability and patience of the wind wolf.

The bizarre death of the purple electric leopard in front did not slow down the speed of the wind wolf pack, as the most loyal and bloodthirsty guardian of Zhou Ling, the leader of the wolf pack received the order of the soul wood, and he was about to tear all the intruders who dared to enter the mausoleum, and the most important thing is that the wolf pack is composed of hundreds of wind wolves, even if some will die under those broken swords, but there will always be more wind wolves to break through and then attack the enemy.

The wolves have extremely strong hunting wisdom, and in the previous long wait, the leader of the wolf pack has led his subordinates to quietly squeeze out other demon beasts and come to the white grass road, because the ground here is the hardest and strongest, and it is closest to the main entrance of the mausoleum, which is the most suitable for charging.

The bleak white grass on the white grass path turned to debris, and the wolves swept by like the wind, because the speed was too fast, and there were too many wolves, and there was a piercing whistling sound. The next moment, however, the whistling of the breaking wind was replaced by another kind of breaking wind, which was more poignant, or rather, sharper.

It was the sound of sword intent breaking through the air.

The wisp of white hair above the head of the wind wolf leader broke off in the wind.

That wisp of Baihao is the most obvious feature of the wind wolf that is different from the rest of the wolf species, and it is this wisp of Baihao that gives the wind wolf a divine soul, allowing them to have the speed of the wind.

Now, the wisp of whiteness is broken.

The leader of the wind wolves let out an angry howl, but even this howl could not be uttered completely, and it stopped from it, as if it had been cut off by a sword.

Countless cracks appeared on the white grass road, and those cracks were parallel to the direction of the mausoleum, like countless straight lines, blocking the path of the wind wolves charging.

As long as the wind wolf crosses this straight line, it will be cut by an invisible force.

The wolf's claws on the hard ground broke.

The wolf's shoulder with the flying white grass was broken.

The wolf's tail is broken, and the wolf's waist is broken.

The wolf pack composed of hundreds of wind wolves broke the moment those rifts appeared.

It was like a large basket of stones being poured to the ground, and there was a rattling sound on the white grass path.

The corpses of countless wind wolves were cut into pieces, rolling on the white grass road, some rolled into the grass beside the road, and some were directly cut into pieces by more sword intent.

The road leading to the mausoleum was full of severed limbs, dirty blood sprayed everywhere, and the white grass road became a blood channel, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent.

As the smell of blood diffused into the sky, the sword intent in those cracks also went up against the rain and came to the sky.

Thousands of gray vultures, flying in the high sky, eeriely quiet, these demon beasts are powerful and insidious, even Xu Yourong had to burn the last of the Tianfeng true blood to kill the group of gray vultures, they did not roar furiously like other demon beasts, but quietly flew towards the mausoleum.

It seemed that there was a sky between them and the mausoleum, and nothing stood in front of them, making it easy for them to launch a sneak attack.

However, those sword intents also came to the sky.

The cracks in the grasslands seem to tear apart the sky.

Countless screams suddenly sounded, and countless broken feathers fluttered down, and what fell to the grassland ground faster was the bewitching blood.

Thousands of gray vultures fell one after another, and for a while, it was even more dense than the torrential rain.

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The countless demon beasts that rushed towards the mausoleum split one after another, turning into fragments of flesh and blood.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the grassland, the weeds were broken into debris, the soil was cut into gravel, and countless sword intents came out horizontally and horizontally, reaching the sky.

Even the dark clouds in the high sky were shredded and turned into countless debris, floating in a daze.

The torrential rain stopped like that.

The sunset, which was not like the sun on the edge of the grassland, finally had a chance to sprinkle the warm red light around the mausoleum.

There were corpses of demon beasts everywhere, and occasionally some seriously injured demon beasts that were not dead kept letting out terrible screams.

The tide of beasts rushing towards the mausoleum stopped for a while, and they did not dare to continue to move forward, slowly undulating.

It's a blood-red world.

The black sea of monsters has also turned into a red sea that is gradually quieting.

The mausoleum in the midst of the beast tide became extremely dark in color after being wet by the rain, and it looked like a black reef in the Red Sea.

No matter how fast the wind and waves are, no matter how much the rain cracks, they will not shake the slightest.

Compared with this blood-red world and the black mausoleum, the really shocking picture is in the grassland around the mausoleum.

A remnant sword flew hard from the grass into the sky, letting out a clear roar.

An old sword burst out of the water, with the sound of muddy water dripping.

An ancient sword broke through the stone, with a dull grinding sound.

Dozens of swords.

Hundreds of swords.

Thousands of swords.

Either with difficulty, or hesitation, or joy, he broke through the grass and reappeared between heaven and earth.

Countless swords appeared in the sky above the grassland around the mausoleum.

This grassland is full of water, more like a wetland, or a grass.

For hundreds of years, countless people have been searching for the sword pool, but no one has ever found it, not even a clue.

Because no one ever thought that the sword pool ...... It turned out to be so big.

The sword pond is not a mountain pool, nor is it a cold pool.

Those swords have always been in this grassland.

This infinite and incomparably vast grassland is the sword pond.

No, where is this pool, this is obviously a sea.

Sea of Swords.

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There was silence in the prairie.

Chen Changsheng stood on the edge of the stone platform, looking at the scene in front of him, silent.

He had vaguely guessed the truth about Sword Pool before, but when he saw the picture of Ten Thousand Swords being born with his own eyes, he was still shocked to the extreme.

Nanke stood on the Shinto, looking at this scene, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking. Ning Qiu covered her mouth so that she didn't let out an exclamation, while her companion Huacui sat down in the rain. The face of the old man playing the qin was extremely pale, and the guqin in front of him was full of blood, so he didn't dare to look behind him.

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er retracted their gaze, glanced at each other, and saw the apology and determination in each other's eyes.

No one spoke, and no one moved.

Even the beast tide in the grassland slowly calmed down.

Because those swords are flying towards the mausoleum.

Countless swords, flying in the warm red light, seemed to obscure the sky.

As the mausoleum approached, the thousands of sword bodies washed by the rain shone brightly, like stars.

That picture is really beautiful.

But those swords flew slowly, and they were not as proud and powerful as they were when they were first born.

Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, slowly scattering, like soldiers in array.

Heaven and earth are filled with sword intent.

Those sword intents that were once extremely powerful were now weakened, intertwined, and somewhat messy.

There is no intellect in these sword intents, but there are feelings, all kinds of complex feelings.

For this mausoleum, the sword's affection is indifference and warlike intent.

For the young man standing in the mausoleum, the love of the sword is to see the old man, please take us away.

That knife is ruthless, and time is even more ruthless.

These swords had been sleeping in the depths of the sea of grass for hundreds of years, and they had long since been broken.

At the moment of leaving the steppe, these swords had already burst out with their most powerful power.

Yes, these swords are old, rusty, and about to decay.

These swords now are soldiers who have been seriously wounded, and they are old men who have stepped forward.

They should have left the battlefield a long time ago and returned to the old countryside, but unfortunately the countryside here is not good, and it is not their hometown, just a cage.

For hundreds of years, they have been thinking about leaving this grassland all the time, but in the end, only one companion succeeded and took their hearts away.

However, that companion never returned.

To this day, just when these swords were about to despair, the deceased finally returned to meet each other.

A young man returned to the grassland with that heart.

The sword is old, but the boy is young.

Chen Changsheng's desire for freedom and love for life are so pure and firm.

It's like a breeze that wakes them up.

They heard his call, believed in his will, and reappeared ambitious.

The old sword still has residual power, and the broken blade can also kill the enemy.

Ambition is a thousand miles.

Thousands of miles away.

Return to your hometown.

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(Said 6,000 words,I'm going to break my promise today.,This chapter is only 4,000.,The reason is very simple.,This chapter has scrapped me.,The spirit is in these 4,000 words.,Continue to write.,It's not like what you can write.,The difference of 2,000 will be made up tomorrow.,Update 8,000 words tomorrow.") ）