The sword, which kept flying from all over the steppe, came into the rainy sky before the mausoleum.

More than ten swords hovered around Chen Changsheng's body.

Countless breaths came earth-shattering, but whether it was Teng Xiaoming's domineering magic skills or Nanke's burning true blood, he only needed to reach out and take a sword from the rain to break it with a wave.

Ning Cui and Hua Qiu looked at this scene, their faces were pale, and they felt that their legs were a little weak, and they were about to lose their feet.

Some of those swords are long, some are short, some are wide, some are thin, some are domineering, some are low-key, some exude holy light, and some overflow with demonic breath, but they all have the same characteristic, these swords ...... All famous.

Mountain and Sea Sword, Holy Maiden Sword, Yue Nu Sword, Qiushui Sword, Bihu Sword, Zhangba Divine Sword, Demon Shuai Banner Sword, Dragon Yin Sword...... After hundreds of years, these peerless swords that have disappeared for a long time have finally reappeared in front of the eyes of the world.

Now, the swords stopped quietly in the rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the sword in the rain.

Time is still the most powerful magic weapon after all, the once famous sword has been broken, the best preserved is the Zhai sword of Nanxi Zhai, followed by the mountain and sea sword, the rest of the swords are more or less broken, some of the swords are carried with the soil in the grassland, when the soil is gradually washed away by the rain, revealing the rust marks inside, it has long since lost its original style, which makes people feel sad.

But in the rainstorm, these swords still exuded an aura of indifference and pride.

Nanke couldn't understand and couldn't accept why these peerless swords, which were once extremely proud, would obey Chen Changsheng's will, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find an answer.

Chen Changsheng didn't know it himself, he only knew that these former peerless swords wanted to leave Zhou Yuan, but for hundreds of years, there were many demon human cultivators who had entered this grassland where the sun never set, why did these swords choose him?

The most critical reason is the sword intent in the yellow paper umbrella now.

That sword intent was separated from the sword body hundreds of years ago, and since that day on, it has become the only free soul in the sword pool, representing those famous swords that cannot leave the sword pool, constantly releasing their own breath to the outside of the grassland.

Chen Changsheng was holding a yellow paper umbrella, so he could clearly perceive that sword intent.

When he let that sword intent enter the yellow paper umbrella, it meant the return of an old man who had left the sword pool, and he proved his identity to those proud famous swords. But this is not enough, these famous swords have been covered in the dust for many years, and their ambitions have long since faded, if they are not sure enough to leave, they would rather continue to sleep at the bottom of the sword pool, at least for a few more years, otherwise they will rise up to the last sword intent spirit to make this fight, if they can't succeed, then it is very likely that the sword will die.

Chen Changsheng had to prove to these swords that he had enough persistence and enough ability to take them out of Zhou Yuan.

The former is not a problem, he is a young man in his youth, his clean eyebrows and eyes are full of persistence and desire for life and freedom, the latter is a great problem, but when the black dragon's soul enters his body and begins to sleep, it is not a problem.

The piece of jade Ruyi that the black dragon had left his soul was now tied to his wrist, washed by the rain, getting brighter and brighter.

This piece of jade Ruyi is the magic weapon of the Heavenly Sea Holy Queen, with her powerful aura.

Chen Changsheng's persistence and amiability, coupled with this powerful aura, passed through the guò sword intent and the yellow paper umbrella, which spread throughout the grassland. Although those peerless famous swords were broken, the sword intent still existed, and with their masters, they didn't know how many strong people they had seen, and their experience was extremely strong, but when they sensed the powerful aura of that piece of jade Ruyi, they were also shocked. Even if Zhou Dufu was still alive, it was possible for the owner of that powerful aura to take them away from Zhou Yuan, let alone now?

So they came to Chen Changsheng's side in cloak and rain.

It's just that where are these swords? Where is the sword pool?

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The rain washed away those old famous swords, and also washed the little face of Nanke.

Her face became more and more snow-white, just like the sword, and the flames in her eyes gradually extinguished, but there was still no fear in sight—the shock and anger were her fierce emotional reactions to the loss she felt from the history represented by these swords and her disdain for Chen Changsheng, and the contrast between the two, which gave rise to her loss, and nothing else.

Looking at the more than ten famous swords that hung in the rain sky around Chen Changsheng's body, she was silent for a moment and then said, "You were just a defeated general before the two broken swords, do you want to rebel today?"

Those swords couldn't understand her words, and continued to be silent in the rain, and the cold rain trickled down the miserable fracture of the Demon Shuai Banner Sword, falling from the flat section of the front end of the Mountain and Sea Sword, and did not answer her.

Nanke raised the soul wood in his hand, and the black soul wood was wet by the rain, and the color became darker and heavier.

The beast tide around the mausoleum had already been in turmoil, and now it became even more violent with her action. Countless terrible demon beasts roared, leaving the grassland ground and blasting towards the rain!

She didn't want to do this, but Chen Changsheng and these swords made her have to do this, and at this time she couldn't care about it so much, even if Zhou Ling would be desecrated and dirtyd by thousands of low-grade demon beasts.

Suddenly, the soul wood shone brightly.

The beast tide black sea set off countless huge waves with countless terrifying roars, the grassland began to tremble, and even the mausoleum began to shake, and countless demon beasts began to attack!

Nanke looked at him and shouted, "Chen Changsheng, do you think that with these few broken swords of the old dragon bell, you can live!"

Chen Changsheng looked at the boundless sea of demon beasts around the mausoleum and was silent.

Not far behind him, Xu Yourong leaned against the main entrance of the mausoleum, holding a sycamore bow, wrapped in linen, and closed his eyes, not knowing when he would wake up again.

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