Seeing that the brothers have gained a lot, Qi Lang's deep worries have also been diluted a lot, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is really not appropriate to reveal too much in the fairyland, especially the so-called divine punishment, which is very sensational, and the date of its arrival is also full of uncertainty, if it spreads, it is easy to cause unnecessary panic.

While Qi Lang was still hesitating about how to redact the information provided by Homo sapiens, Gulf shouted in surprise: "Hell, how did those four stone pillars become like this?

Qi Lang looked back at Gulf's gaze, and sure enough, most of the stone pillar that was thirty meters high above the water had disappeared, leaving only a flat cobblestone more than a meter high, which looked as if it had been cut off by Ou's sword of victory. However, a closer look showed that there was an extra slit in the cobblestone, but it was not clear what it was for.

Qi Lang set his eyes on Aunt Dong, hoping to get some useful inspiration from her, but the superb feng shui master also frowned at the moment, it was obvious that although she was also one of the founders of this super feng shui array, this was the core part of the world that she had not participated in.

Ah Wang paced slowly, stretched out his finger and pointed at Qi Lang and said, "Don't you think this ghost thing is a little familiar......?

Qi Lang hurriedly took out the map from his arms and looked at it carefully. Wang was right, at this location on the map, there were four vertical lines, which looked like four small swords. Regarding the logo on it, Mr. Zhu Lai once mentioned that it was copied on it according to the drawings left by his grandfather, and he himself did not know the specific meaning.

Qi Lang walked up, observing the four cobblestones, while thinking about the hints of the Homo sapiens in the fairyland, and at the same time guessing what the mark on the drawing meant. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Qi Lang's eyes widened suddenly: "I guessed, this is the key jack, the key for us to reopen the road to heaven! And those four keys, I guess, are the four holy swords!"

Jira was taken aback by Qi Lang's sudden words: "What do you mean? Are you saying that we have to do it all over again?"

Qi Lang nodded: "Judging from the information I received, one day, in order to avoid the inevitable crisis, we will have to open the road to heaven again, and this is the mechanism left in advance." ”

"Why hide?" said Gurff, "we are warriors, and in the face of a crisis, shouldn't we fight fearlessly?"

Gulf's attitude was of course gratifying, but he still missed the point, but as soon as he got out of the way, the frowning Jira couldn't continue to ask. Qi Lang immediately changed the topic away, and only smiled faintly and replied to Gulf: "Just be prepared." In some cases, fighting doesn't necessarily solve everything. ”

Owu, by contrast, was more of a doer, circling the four smooth cobblestones twice, and finally stood down in front of the outermost cobblestone, drew the sword of victory from behind him with a swipe, and with a flick of his wrist, turned the greatsword in its back.

Suddenly, the sword body burst into brilliance, and the snow-bright white light was blinding!

Qi Lang was taken aback, because this sword of victory seemed to have never flashed such a dazzling light before, and he also remembered clearly, Ou Wu had mentioned that he had not completely conquered this Wushang Holy Sword, and the reason why the Sword of Victory was obtained by him was due to Leo's kind reminder on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was also because the Holy Sword had sealed itself against resistance.

But now the situation is completely different, Qi Lang can recognize that the Sword of Victory is exuding palpitating holy power to the outside world, and its divine power has been stimulated! It seems that after this experience, Ao Wu has not only greatly improved his ability, but also matured. He has become the true master of the Holy Sword, a true victor!

Owu glanced at Qi Lang, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was showing off the innate pride of Gondwana's descendants, but there seemed to be something hidden in that smile. Just as Qi Lang wanted to further observe what Ou Wu was thinking, he completely erased the traces on his face. "Will you give me this first honor?" he asked, tilting his chin and turning to Qi Lang, "it's indeed a key jack, and my key is just the right size." ”

Qi Lang put on a posture of listening to and respecting: "You can do whatever you want." But I advise you to just give it a try, after all, we don't have the keys here yet, and we have some other preparations to do. ”

Ou Wu nodded, pointed his heavy sword at the gap in the stone platform, and gently pressed it inward.

With a click, the sword of victory is the key!

Immediately, there was a rumbling sound. Lightning rose from the stone platform, one after the other, as if sending a signal to the depths beyond the heavenly dome. At the same time, Qi Lang also pulled out the Sword of Faith from his waist and looked down to take a closer look—the stone platform to the north seemed more suitable, as the keyhole was much smaller in comparison. So he walked over and gently thrust the holy sword tainted with demonic blood. As expected, this holy sword cooperated with it just right, and as the holy sword entered the sheath, the stone platform also trembled slightly. Merely...... The dazzling degree of the sword light is still a little insufficient, and the lightning and thunder in the sky are far less powerful than the sword of victory.

In any case, the two holy swords have been successfully returned to their positions, which means that the previous judgment is completely correct, and the key mentioned by Homo sapiens is basically settled. As for the remaining two sword platforms, the vacant position left by the main refining stone should have been reserved for the sword of honor, Qi Lang knew that it would not be difficult, because he could now understand the position of the sword soul in his mind, and as long as there was that need, he could summon that holy sword at any time.

But what about the other sword? I wonder what kind of name it is, who owns it, and where it is now?

Just as Qi Lang was staring at the cobblestone and secretly distracted, Dong Hong walked up and reported softly, "That position should be reserved for the Sword of Loyalty." ”

"Oh?" Qi Lang looked over in surprise, "You said it's called the Sword of Loyalty?"

"It was my father's sword. Dong Hong nodded solemnly, "He only left me two gifts in his life, one is the imitation of the Sword of Loyalty, the one you have ever seen is the iron sword that is very badly damaged." The other is invisible, right in my head. ”

"This is amazing!" Qi Lang looked at Dong Hong, and then at Aunt Dong who was standing on the shore, and was surprised for a while, "You actually have a sword soul early?"

Unexpectedly, Dong Hong sighed gloomily: "It's a pity that I'm still a little short of breaking through the battle level of the Sage, otherwise I can try to summon that Holy Sword." The Sword of Loyalty has been lost for far too long, and though I have tried so hard to find my father's body, the Holy Sword has not been found. You probably don't know it, but it was a precious gift from our king, your father, to my father. ”

Qi Lang patted Dong Hong's sturdy shoulder and comforted him: "It will come back, and it won't be long before it will fly back to you obediently." I believe in you, and you should believe in yourself, after all, you have taken a sword from Owu, which is enough to show that you will become a warrior like your father!"

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Dong Hong's mouth, and a proud brilliance flashed in his round eyes: "Yes, my training has just begun, I will become strong enough, and I will also become a warrior loyal to my king like my father!"

At the sound of Clettu's command, all the soldiers stood in line on the shore, each with a proud expression on their faces, waiting to welcome the commander to test the results of their training.

They did have the capital to be proud of their strength, because Qi Lang could feel it without careful observation that almost all of the more than 130 soldiers had reached the level of martial artist or above: Ouwu's Junior Douzun, Gulf's quasi-beginner Douzun, more than 20 high-level martial artists such as Jira, Jorgen, Lynch, and Steele, more than 50 middle-level martial artists led by Joanna, and even Clettu and Lamba, who were not very talented, had reached the junior martial arts.

In addition to this, the progress of those twenty or so oriental lads is even more amazing. Their change was not as simple as starting from scratch, probably because the environment of the training ground was extremely suitable for the ascension of cultivators, and they were reborn almost overnight. Except for Ding Dayan, who had just turned fourteen, who had not yet completed his transformation from a high-level warlock to a beginner-level swordsman, the rest had achieved five or six levels of improvement. The most surprising thing was Lu Si, that half-breed kid actually went hand in hand with Dong Hong, and he had also reached the level of a high-level swordsman.

Even with the three beast pets that have entered the Silver Stage, Iglu, Leo, and Shukin, plus Parry, who has a five-stage beast body, the current Hope Legion is beyond imagination, even if it is the second battle group that has always regarded itself as the ace of the Whirling Front, I am afraid that it is at this level at most.

Seeing the smiling faces full of pride, Qi Lang's inner joy was almost irrepressible, but he had to force himself not to show that emotion too obviously, otherwise the soldiers would definitely become complacent. At this moment, a high-pitched voice rang out from the middle of the ranks: "Report, Mr. Commander!"

Qi Lang looked sideways at the source of the sound. He saw a face that had been smiling informally, but now it had a sly smile: "Please, Corporal Wilson." ”

Wilson walked out steadily, without crutches or support: "I challenge you to race, and the bet is ten Sil!"