According to ancient legends, the elves did not live in the northern cold land of today, but lived further south in the Tianlong Mountains. But all that changed in that devastating battle of the gods.

Due to the arrogant character of the elves, they first made a desperate resistance to the oppression of the demons, which led to that war. As a result, the main station of the elves was destroyed by the war, and the clan had to move to the Forest of Warcraft. As the place where the flames of war were ignited, the traces of the war are still preserved to this day. Although we have not experienced the fierce battle that changed the color of the heavens and the earth. However, we can have the pleasure of visiting the old place and feeling the cruelty of the war. Of course, the premise is that you are strong enough and your luck is strong.

Otherwise, who can guarantee that you will be able to write the name of your visit in a forbidden place that is so distorted? At least not if I don't want to leave the white bones behind to keep a vigil for the pioneers.

- "Lin Lei's Travels"

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Qingfeng carried the little beast that was not yet fully awake through the light gate and came to a narrow canyon. The cliffs on both sides of the canyon are about 100 zhang high, and the valley appearance is inexhaustible at a glance. The neat cliff wall is like a knife and axe, and the smooth surface is not grassy, and a huge number of broken sword handles are scattered and inserted.

Some old bones can be faintly seen in the canyon. Judging by the shape, there are all kinds of races. Standing at the bottom of the valley and looking up, the hazy sky was covered with terrifying thunder elements. From time to time, the purple lightning that fell continuously bombarded the top of the canyon, hitting the ground and splashing a terrifying arc of electricity.

Strangely enough, no matter how fierce the lightning was, none of them fell into the canyon. This made Qing Feng's shoulder, which had just been frightened by this scene, and the clever little beast finally put down the plopping little liver. Qing Feng's strong reaction to this coarse nerve that doesn't take anything seriously can only be reciprocated with constant teasing.

"Divine War Grand Canyon, also known as Sword Shrine!" Qing Feng finally knew where he was.

As the beginning of the history of the gods of the Moose Continent, the details of this well-known battlefield recorded in the history books are obviously not as many words as his name.

As a recognized forbidden place in the Moose Continent, not everyone can come in and travel at will. Even those strong men who entered it and then returned with nine deaths have always been taboo about this place and are unwilling to talk about it in detail. And the reason why Qing Feng recognized this place was nothing more than a super obvious feature here - a sword!

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That's right, a sword that stretches as far as the eye can see. Incomplete and rusty. Some still have coagulated black blood remaining, allowing one to look back on those dark years from the wreckage of these ages.

"Boy, go ahead, I'll wait for you in front. The old man's voice sounded again, guiding Qing Feng's way forward.

In fact, there is no need to remind Qingfeng that Qingfeng also knows where the road is. Since entering the Sword Shrine, the voice of the summoning in Qing Feng's heart has become more and more intense. Qingfeng already knew that the summoning originated from the depths of this sword shrine!

Qingfeng took a firm step and walked all the way along the canyon. After just a few steps, the unforgettable sense of crisis that I had felt in the dense fog before reappeared. Qing Feng looked up, but he didn't notice the incomparably sharp sword qi coming from before. However, a sharp will like a sharp sword began to violently pour into Qing Feng's mind, fiercely impacting his Zhihai defense line.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qing Feng seems to see the remnant sword turn into a mutilated ancient warrior and slowly rush towards him. Although everyone is aconite, missing arms and legs. But it is not difficult to see the arrogance of a peerless master who never gives up from the remains of each warrior.

Qing Feng's face was extremely unfavorable, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger. He finally knew who had sent out the murderous intent that had been on his back since he entered the Sword Shrine, and the answer was all in front of him. In all fairness, Blue Point still has a lot of respect for these seniors. Provided that they don't come to harass him.

These warriors watched with interest as Qing Feng struggled forward. When Qingfeng came to their vicinity, he suddenly burst into trouble and rushed towards Qingfeng head-on. Qing Feng slashed with his sword, and the big sword slashed through the warrior's body, splitting the warrior in two. But after a while, the warriors gathered again, still fighting towards Qingfeng with their teeth and claws.

Qingfeng was caught off guard and was directly pierced by the martial artist. Qing Feng only felt his head tighten, and a stinging sensation like a needle tip hit him, causing Qing Feng to crack his teeth. Blue Blade felt as if his brain was going to be torn apart, he had never experienced death so closely.

I don't know if it's because of the big nerves, the little beast stood on Qing Feng's shoulder all the way, with a casual expression. As if what Qing Feng was facing had nothing to do with it.

Seeing that Qing Feng's face was not good, the little beast scratched Qing Feng's head a few times with great concern, as if to comfort him. was so depressed that Qing Feng almost pulled his face into a donkey. If it weren't for the fact that the meat shield was ineffective against this kind of soul attack, Qing Feng really wanted to block this thing in front of it and let it enjoy the taste of ten thousand swords piercing its brain!

As Qingfeng went deeper step by step, the remnant swords on the cliff wall also increased. Originally, it was a few feet apart, but later it was densely inserted between the cliffs. Looking at the cliff wall that looked more and more like a hedgehog and the battle formation in front of it that looked like an ancient army, Qingfeng's head became even bigger!

Qing Feng's forehead quickly waded down the sweat like a stream, and the dragon-like green tendons erupted around his temples. Qingfeng gritted his teeth and moved on. It's all here anyway, how can you give up just yet!

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Qing Feng was embarrassed to move along the canyon, and many sword souls floated through Qing Feng's mind like passers-by, and then left Qing Feng with that heart-rending pain. Qing Feng gritted his teeth and survived again and again on the verge of almost giving up. In his desperate end, Qing Feng felt as if his teeth were about to be shattered.

When the pain was extreme, Qingfeng did not give up. Although this taste is not pleasant, every time a sword soul passes through, Qingfeng's heart seems to be put into a small point of light. When the points of light gradually gather and become more and more large. Qingfeng seemed to know something. There was a clear understanding in my mind, and I suddenly became enlightened.

Qing Feng meditated on the experience, and immediately realized that he had a new understanding of martial arts. This is certainly not an epiphany on his own, but at this moment, it really exists in Qingfeng's mind. The only explanation was that those passer-by sword souls just now left memories of their past lives.

Qingfeng suddenly realized. Swordsmen, weapons too. Since it is a weapon, and it is a weapon worn by ancient powerhouses, it is naturally full of murder. This is also the reason why Qing Feng felt the murderous intent as soon as he entered the range of the Sword Shrine. And follow the master to fight in all directions, get along for a long time, more or less will bring the remnants of the will of some strong people.

And they rushed into the Qingfeng Knowledge, not to kill Qingfeng. These ancient crippled sword souls are nothing more than hoping that the people who come here will bring their master's comprehension of martial arts out and carry it forward, in order to restore their former glory.

However, it did do a little bit of a hurry. In addition, a warrior came in here, as if a man had come from the daughter country. That's why it will develop into this spectacular scene of ten thousand swords together. This also makes it impossible for some people with strong willpower to persevere to the end, resulting in countless tragedies.

Understanding this truth, Qingfeng Huo Ran let go of Zhihai's defenses and let those sword souls pass through smoothly. He understands that as long as he persists, it will not only hurt him, but will benefit him a lot.

Looking at the old white bones in the canyon, Qing Feng shrugged helplessly. Seniors, you died so unjustly!

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After walking for about three hours, Qing Feng finally came to the end of the Grand Canyon of the Divine War. Looking at the cliff wall full of broken swords, Qing Feng let out a long breath. This kind of torture, as long as people don't like to do it again.

The previous experience alone had made Blue Point miserable. Who knows what else awaits him. Qingfeng doesn't think about him, to be exact, he doesn't dare to do what he thinks......

But since it's cheap, Qingfeng still has to sell it. Qingfeng looked back at the canyon, pulled the little beast with a question mark on his shoulder, and bowed deeply towards the canyon.

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I turned a corner, and my eyes were filled with bright red firelight. The temperature in the valley rose sharply, and Qing Feng's brow furrowed again.

The ground in front of him caved in large swaths, creating a deep pit that reached into the ground. At the bottom of the pit, the boiling magma kept stirring up bubbles. The bubble grew bigger and bigger, and it exploded suddenly. A stream of heat surged up, roasting the Qingfeng and the little beasts standing by the pit to the outside and tender inside.

Originally, the thunder and lightning that only raged in the sky in the Grand Canyon of the Divine War were like hideous silver snakes, pouring into the pit like hundreds of rivers and seas. The furious thunder elemental happily jumped and flickered in the magma pool, and from time to time there was a sharp crackling sound. The explosion made magma splash everywhere, making people's teeth itch. And above the thunder pool, there were huge blurry images like sharp swords floating around, and Qing Feng's scalp couldn't help but tingle.

As far as the eye can see, there is a sheep intestine path in the middle of the deep pit. It's not how it was formed, it just hangs over the pit. It looks very solid, and it looks very weird.

A man and a beast approached Lei Chi, and Qing Feng shivered unconsciously. A cold aura continued to invade Qingfeng's body. Qing Feng had to improve his qi luck to dispel the chill in his body.

The little beast twisted its waist a few times uncomfortably, and jumped off Qing Feng's shoulder. I just came to the edge of the pit and looked down. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, and a bolt of lightning struck from the little beast's head with great precision. I saw that the little beast's hair was bursting up, and it was scorched with green smoke.

The little beast is extremely angry. As soon as he wanted to point to the sky and curse, he saw a flash of lightning strike again. The little beast was frightened, and fled from the edge of the pit as if flying, and timidly hid behind Qingfeng. He kept muttering something, and he was designated as greeting the female relatives and friends of the Buddha who sold cakes.

Qing Feng teased the little beast for a while. I took a few steps forward and came to the edge of the pit.

After observing for a while, Blue Point came to a conclusion. This thunder pool is not the kind of fierce yang thunder that is common in heaven and earth, but a kind of yin thunder with better penetration. Although it is not as powerful as Yang Lei, it is more attractive to Qingfeng.

Because it's an excellent medium for quenching swords. Coupled with the ready-made earth fire here, this can be regarded as a natural furnace of refiners.

Qing Feng was not polite, and directly found a path that could go down to the bottom of the pit, and tempered his portable sword for the second time with the help of the thunder and fire here.

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