In fact, from the appearance of the two mountain roads, it is impossible to see which road is more dangerous.

Wu Changqing can use the dragon's yin and yang eyes to go to the unpredictable prophet.

But he wasn't going to use it.

The level of the Wu family's sword mound, except for the land sword immortal, is really not worth it for him to examine the risk in advance.

"If the little brother is embarrassed, then the old brother chooses first."

"I'll go this way."

Chai Qingshan pointed to the mountain road on the left.

Wu Changqing didn't have any opinion on this, turned around and walked towards the road on the right.

"Little brother, I hope to see you at the top of the mountain."

"Win or lose."

Chai Qingshan stopped Wu Changqing, still smiling.

"The same as the seniors!"

Wu Changqing nodded and didn't communicate too much.

Far away from the main peak of Sword Mountain.

A withered old man slowly opened his eyes.

He was like the rotten wood on the top of this mountain, and his body was full of life.

The face is wrinkled like tree bark.

Just when the old man woke up from his meditation.

The long swords that were randomly inserted around them all began to tremble slightly.

This is the great resonance of kendo sword intent!

"The Wu family finally ushered in some interesting guys."

"Sword ghost."

The old man didn't open his mouth, but a sound trembled from the objects around him.

When that "sword ghost" sounded.

An old man who seemed to be older than the old man in front of him quietly appeared behind the other party.

The old man didn't speak, and there was no mood swing in those lifeless eyes.

"Cheer up those guys on the hill."

"As long as one of these two guys can stay in Sword Mountain, and the one who does this, my Wu family will give him back his freedom."

The old man who sat down was still sitting flatly, without opening his mouth.

The voice came from a trembling sword beside him.

Anyway.

The old figure behind him, like a ghost, slowly disappeared.

This night, on the Sword Mountain, is destined to usher in a carnival that is rare in a century.

When Wu Changqing stepped on the dirt road in the mountains.

The aura around him that was perceived by his divine sense alone had unconsciously increased a lot.

It was as if there was a steady stream of breath coming towards him.

All the way.

Long swords are inserted on both sides of the mountain road, densely packed.

Reflected in the moonlight.

Those long swords that seem to be very long, but the blade is still extremely bright.

All of them give people a chill to the bone.

Wu Changqing's gaze swept over these long swords one by one.

An idea suddenly occurred in my mind.

"With such a strong entanglement of sword intent, the former owner who wanted these swords poured all his sword intent into them before he died."

"If you take these swords for your own use, in the future, you will be above the Immortal Sect, and set up a row of long swords with strong sword intent."

"Then strengthen it with the aura of heaven and earth and the method of spring and autumn of the Great Dream."

"Wouldn't it be able to do it, sword by sword!"

"The long sword full of mountains is the more than 200,000 sword spirits that protect the Immortal Sect?"

"With such an immortal sect, who in the world can shake it?"

The more I want to find this idea, the more feasible it is for Wu Changqing.

Immediately, he directly reached out and grabbed a sword along the way.

Intend to climb all the way and scavenge all the way.

Right now.

Those sword mountain withered swordsmen hidden in the shadows.

Finally someone made a move.

On this mountain road full of mottled light and shadow, even the cold sword intent that came from the shadows seemed so insignificant.

It's easy to get careless.

A cold light instantly crossed Wu Changqing's neck.

An old, withered swordsman with white frost hair covering his entire face looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I'm Tianqi Ge, I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to return to the world!"

The old swordsman laughed maniacally, as if he had spit out a hundred years of unhappiness.

Reckless howl.

But he didn't find out.

The person in the hand who slashed through the neck of others has already disappeared half of the sword body.

When he was done venting in pain, he planned to turn around and take the corpse's head back to the mountain.

When it comes to keeping that old guy's promise.

Amazing discovery.

The young man, who was supposed to fall to the ground, his body separated, was looking at him with a strange gaze.

The old swordsman was stunned for a moment, and then swung out the second sword without hesitation.

The old swordsman is just a martial artist of the three-rank realm.

But the sword intent is really good.

has touched the threshold of the first-grade realm, a sword is cut out, and the sword intent and sword qi are pure and natural.

It's a standard Vajra sword that can't be more standard!

It's just that after the old swordsman slashed this sword.

Suddenly noticed the abnormality in his hand.

Not only is the weight of the sword in his hand less than half when he swings it, but even the sword qi that is slashed out is not in a half-arc.

Rather, a straight sword poured out.

This will undoubtedly greatly reduce the power of the sword move.

When he raised the sword in his hand, he looked at the moonlight.

Finally, it was reflected in the moonlight, and the cloudy eyes that could be seen clearly were full of fear.

Smack.

The broken sword rolled to the ground.

The old swordsman sat directly on the ground, and didn't look to see if Wu Changqing was seriously injured by his sword again.

Instead, he kept muttering, "It's over, it's all over." ”

"Lao Tzu will never be able to leave this damn Wu family for the rest of his life."

Wu Changqing didn't pay any more attention to this old man, who was already crazy.

He drew his sword and walked on.

"Nope! No way. ”

"You haven't reached the top of the mountain yet, you can't take away the sword that belongs to the Wu family!"

The old man seemed to have touched the scales, and began to roar with all his might.

His roar made the group of withered swordsmen who had been silent in the darkness, waiting for the time to hunt completely.

They are like locusts in a riot.

They all came out.

Each of them is a swordsman and martial artist with good attainments in kendo.

And almost everyone can cut out quite a good sword qi.

Merely.

No matter how strong it is, it is as strong as Deng Tai'a's sword qi, and in front of him, he also wants to show his due edge.

After a few years, Wu Changqing regained his grip on the sword.

The natural sword embryo in the inner world has finally been rejuvenated.

Almost at the same time.

The group of swordsmen who swarmed and rushed towards Wu Changqing regardless of their lives.

The sword qi they slashed out couldn't even be separated from the long sword itself, and they shattered one after another.

There is no sword qi in front of the sword immortal!

This time.

Those withered swordsmen who rushed to kill all stopped, and their hearts were greatly hit.

But there are still withered swordsmen who don't believe in evil.

If you are willing to tremble closely, you will cut off the young man's head with only the three-foot breeze in his hand.

As a result, Wu Changqing continued to kill in the face of these people.

Instead, he put the long sword in his hand and carried it behind him.

Just swaggered forward.

The withered swordsmen who rushed in failed to step into the range of Wu Changqing's body after all.

They rushed forward and fell to the ground, whimpering for their lives.

This scene also made this group of withered swordsmen who were only at their feet.

completely gave up the idea of desperately, and instead rushed towards the dense forest on Wu Changqing's left.

I think this person is not a person they can deal with.

It's all about Chai Qingshan, who is walking on the mountain road on the left.

It was at this time.

In the mountains and forests not far to the left of Wu Changqing, bursts of sword qi roared out!

He could even see the stumps and severed arms of the withered swordsmen flying high through the mountains and forests.

Blood in the sky!

Wu Changqing didn't care about this.

Still moving slowly.

At the same time, the long swords that were passed by him slowly floated off the ground.

Levitating silently behind him.

From the foot of the mountain trail all the way to the halfway point of the mountain.

The long sword behind Wu Changqing has already lined up in a long line!

Densely packed, there are hundreds of handles.

Until he was stopped again.

The long swords behind them, as if they had a spirit, began to tremble.

It's as if a wild beast met an enemy and let out a roar that woke him up.

"Roar?"

"How many years, how many years have the old man never seen such a vast sword intent."

"It can actually lead me to climb the mountain with hundreds of long swords in the Wu family's sword mound."

"Boy, give your name."

"So that you can die a well-deserved death."

A different group from the previous group of mad devil-like withered swordsmen.

The person who came was wearing a clean gray and white gown, and although his temples were white, his temperament was still there.

Like the most sleek swordsman in the world.

The face is simple, but it has a pair of bright eyes that seem to contain the sun and moon in the morning.

Wu Changqing saw at a glance that the person was cultivating.

He is a big-fingered Xuanjing swordsman!

And it is the realm of the true mysteries of the mysteries!