The sword mound, the place where the sword is buried.

"When you arrive, it's the front, and that's the sword mound."

"Sword Shrine".

Yu Wei looked at it, that starry sky, above that starry sky, there was a continent, that is, the sword mound ten thousand swords were inserted on it, the sword roared, and the fierce qi was in all directions.

And the most striking thing is the stone sword as big as a planet.

Yu Wai stepped into the sword mound, and instantly felt the stream, and the sword qi slashed towards him, penetrating his body.

Each sword is different, and the feeling for Yu Cry is also different, and in a trance, Yu Cry can be seen from these sword qi, the person who wields the sword.

"Is this the sword mound?,I've only heard of it before.,It's different from what I imagined.。

"Haha, doll, this sword mound is the grave of the sword, be careful not to get anything bad" Yaoshi kept nagging, so that Qiu Cicada wanted to give this hometown.

But Yu Wei was still immersed in his own world, looking at the sword at his feet, Yu Wei reached out and took it out.

A strange feeling came instantly, and Yu Weeping turned his head to look at the side, only to feel that something was ...... in which direction, calling to himself.

"What" The sword in Yu Weeping Sword's hand was inserted back into its place, slowly moving in that direction.

Crying walked slowly, and along the way he saw all kinds of swords, and these swords seemed to have a spiritual mind, and they made a sword sound at him.

Unconsciously, Yu Weeping has stepped into an open place, where there is nothing, no one buries the sword here, yellow sand rock and soil.

Yu Wai felt the call and slowly walked forward, until he saw a sword, a strange sword.

The sword was buried under the yellow sand, revealing only the hilt, and if it were in the outside world, the sword would not have been cared for.

The black-brown rusty hilt of the sword, the sword of the Crying Sword was dug out and held in his hand, and the body of the sword was also covered with rust, without the slightest sharpness.

But you can be sure that it is calling to you.

"However, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bad sword."

Yu Cian held the sword and exerted his strength, wanting to see if the sword was still strong, but what he didn't expect was that the sword was so stiff, and it didn't change in any way under his full strength.

"I don't know if you still have the sharp breath of the past."

Yu Weeping pointed to the sword, obviously looking at such a dilapidated embroidered sword, not only was it very hard and so sharp, and he cut his fingers.

Blood spread along the blade of the sword and towards the rust, and when Yu Weeping was still thinking about why this sword was like this, the sword in his hand began to shake violently in vain, and it was uncontrollable.

Yu Wee, trying to hold it, but it was still struggling to get out of his hand, the sword hung upside down, Yu Wee raised his eyebrows, such a strange sword had to be guarded, just when Yu Weeping called out the innocent in his hand.

A force that left him speechless loomed down, cut off from the outside world.

Yu Wei looked at everything around him in horror, it was a gray world, and in this gray world, everything stopped moving.

At the moment, except for consciousness, my body is also unable to move.

What is that sword, what does it want to do.

Yu Weeping stared at the sword, without any dangerous aura, as if it was an ordinary sword that could no longer be ordinary, but why did it have to be like this.

There was nothing he could do when he came out, he couldn't do anything, and watched as the sword approached him and stabbed into his body.

Puff~

The blood was assimilated in this gray world, slowly flowing along the blade of the sword, and Yu Crian felt the pain, but he couldn't move half a minute.

What did it want to do, the sword on its chest was still slowly inserting into Yu Wei's body, and Yu Xi could feel the flesh and bones being cut by the blade at this moment.

His body was pierced by a sword and fell to the ground, but he couldn't do anything, letting the blood flow, and a wave of hatred and killing thoughts inexplicably rose in his mind.

"What...... What" Yu cried and coughed up blood, the gray world in front of him was slowly dissipating, but the pain was getting stronger and stronger.

But when he opened his eyes again, everything around him changed in an instant, and he never left the same place.

The pain and blood were gone, like a dream, but it was very real.

Yu Wei looked at the sword in his hand and stuck him in the ground.

"Actually, I've never left here, that sword ......."

In a trance, he seemed to see the sword hanging in front of him again, but it quickly dissipated.

"Is there really nothing" Yu Wai stroked his chest, the pain was so real.

At this time, the two people on the side also noticed that the crying was abnormal.

"What's wrong with you, little brother, you're evil, and you've eaten something unclean."

Yu Wei was speechless, didn't this old god have any good words in his mouth, but the evil was .......

"You talk less ......".

Suddenly, before Yu Wai could finish speaking, a sword flew in the distance, and Yu Wai frowned and caught the sword in his hand.

It was a broken sword, and there were blood stains on it, and at that moment, a young man covered in sword wounds staggered towards him.

Obviously, it was for the broken sword in his hand.

"I'm sorry, can you give me back the sword, it's my father's relic" The young man pleaded, his face tired, the sword wound on his body still bleeding outward.

These were all new injuries, but Yu Weeping was not nosy, and handed the sword to the boy and planned to leave.

At this moment, a voice came from the depths of the sword mound.

"It's not garbage, it can be buried under the stone sword, look at the broken sword in your hand, the garbage in the garbage, take him and roll me out of the sword shrine."

"You, this is my father's sword, he fought on the battlefield, why can't he bury the sword when he died protecting the frontier," the young man said angrily and dissatisfied.

And the person who came was disgusted.

"Haha, what about death, the incompetent will die when they die, your old man is dead, why don't you kid die on the battlefield, it's not as bad as your old man, your life is worthless."

"It's a bit excessive" Originally, Yu Wei didn't intend to ignore the two, but he thought of that person, and he only drank a few times with him, so he saved himself with his life.

And I don't even know what his name is, whether he deserves to die, maybe no one will remember him, and no one knows how long he has been in the bloody battlefield.

No one can remember him, but no one is allowed to insult him, how many nameless people fight and no one cares about it, they use their flesh and blood, build a wall of blood to protect the peace of the rear, no one can be humiliated.

When the man saw Yu weeping, he looked dissatisfied, "Who are you, and what do you have to do with you, you have to have that ability before meddling."

The words erupted from that person's body, and a terrifying aura came out, it was the Linghou powerhouse.

The young man, looking at the man with fear, clutched the sword in his hand and stepped out, "Please, let me bury the sword here, please."

The young man, stepping under pressure, he didn't want to give up, he wanted to fulfill his father's last wish, when his father died that day, he was powerless to avenge the enemy and save his father.

can only watch him die in his arms, and his last words are to hope that he will live well, live for himself, no need to take revenge, as long as he lives.

In the end, the last wish is to bury the sword that has followed him for many years in the sword mound, although his sword is not a divine weapon, but it has also beheaded the enemy, and has seen blood, and its ice is not weaker than any blade.

Now I must not retreat, for the sake of my father.

"Please, please".

The boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging the man not to disturb him.

In the face of the young man's words, the man had a look of disgust, "Shameful guys, you things should die on the battlefield, dirty eyes."

The blade of the sword turned sideways, and a sword slashed straight towards the young man, facing this sword young man could not avoid retreating, there was anger and hatred in his eyes, and there was also self-blame, he couldn't even save his father's last face.

Just as the young man was accepting death, a figure blocked in front of him, and the sword light shattered and the sword qi raged.

The boy looked up at the back, he covered everything, he protected himself.

"Stand up, stand up for me, today's events will be remembered in my heart, but death will not be humiliated."