In the Heavenly Dragon Sword Palace, the most important thing is the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint, although there are also some treasures in the other hundreds of branch halls, but they are only spirit stones and corresponding elixirs and sword weapons, as well as some elixirs that are thousands of years old and tens of thousands of years old, as well as precious metal ores and so on.

Chu Duan and the five members of the Shentu family acted together, and found one branch hall after another, some of which had not yet been set foot in, and some things were retained, which were divided equally between Chu Duan and the Shentu family.

Some of the branch halls were swept away because someone had already set foot first, leaving only empty shelves.

Generally speaking, although I still don't know where the inheritance of the Dao Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint is, up to now, as long as the people who are still alive have gained a lot, like Chu Duan, there are more than five million top-grade spirit stones, more than three million top-grade spirit stones, and more than 700,000 Wang Pin spirit stones.

In addition, all kinds of elixirs and the top Wang Pin sword weapons have also been harvested, as well as many advanced elixirs and rare metal ores, etc., some of which are used to cast Wang Pin sword weapons, and some are used to cast more advanced sword weapons.

Fortunately, Chu Duan has an intermediate space ring, and the internal space is large enough, and it has not been filled yet.

The five members of the Shen Tu family were also smiling, and at the same time a little distressed, because they didn't have many superb space wrist chakras they carried, and they were all full at this time, and the extra ones were still given to them by Chu Duan.

Moving forward, without guidance, no one knows where the road will go.

After another period of time, in addition to the footsteps of Chu Duan and the other six people, there were also other people's voices talking, which immediately aroused the vigilance of Chu Duan's six people.

Here, except for the people of the family, everyone else can be regarded as opponents or even enemies.

Turning a corner, Chu Duan's six people suddenly saw dozens of swordsmen gathered in front of a closed gate. The gate is bronze. As if cast from a heavy and huge piece of bronze. Above are two hideous dragon carvings, protruding clear lines, lifelike, as if to fly out of the bronze gate. It was like raging the heavens and the earth.

Vicissitudes and ancient, hideous and domineering, all kinds of momentum emanated, shocking every swordsman present. They looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy, because the two dragons on the bronze giant gate seemed to really fly out at any time to attack them.

With a loud bang, the carved eyes of the two dragons on the bronze door suddenly lit up, and the door suddenly opened back, as if pushed open by a pair of invisible and powerful palms, heavy and slow.

When the bronze door was fully opened, everyone tried to look inside, but all they could see was darkness.

"Doesn't anyone dare to go in first? Tong Tianming laughed loudly. Striding out, into the open bronze door. It was as if engulfed in darkness.

The other people are you look at me and I look at you, before they acted, pouring into it, this time, Jing Wuming was the last one to enter.

"What is this place?" said a swordsman, looking around in surprise.

"It may be the place where the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint usually practices his sword. Another swordsman said.

In this branch hall, there are no spirit stones, no ammunition, swords, and so on, and some are just sword tablets one after another, which are erected on the ground of the branch hall in an orderly manner, pointing directly to the sky, and each sword tablet has a height of about two meters, exuding a fierce atmosphere.

The sword tablet is bronzed, has no name, and has only one scratch on it.

The scratches are long and short, deep and shallow, thick and thin, and even some of the scratches look very strange, crooked and twisted, all in all, there are hundreds of sword tablets in this branch hall, and the scratches on each sword tablet are different.

The only thing that is the same is that each scratch exudes an astonishing coldness and fierceness, and carries a majesty, which is the mark of the sword, the mark of the sword.

With a bang, the bronze gate was closed again, and everyone was trapped in this branch hall, and they didn't know how to leave.

"Maybe the mystery lies in these sword tablets. A swordsman said, drew his sword and slashed out, and the incomparably powerful sword wind bombarded the sword stele, the sword stele stood still, and the sword wind shattered.

Unable to use the sword element, sword intent, and the power of mystery, relying on the strength of the body, swordsmanship, and sword weapons alone, it was impossible to cause any damage to the sword monument at all.

"Damn!" the swordsman scolded angrily, swinging his sword desperately, slashing at the sword tablet one by one, sparks splashing everywhere, still unable to damage a single bit.

Jing Wuming walked in front of a sword tablet, did not draw his sword, just stood quietly, staring at the traces on the sword tablet, his figure swayed slightly, as if he was out of a trance, motionless, like a statue.

From Jing Wusheng's body, there seemed to be a strange aura permeating the air.

When the other swordsmen saw Jing Wuming's approach, some disagreed, while others suddenly realized, and they all stood in front of the nearest sword stele, staring at the sword mark on the sword stele.

Chu Duan looked around, and when he swept over each sword stele, he would stop for a breath, and carefully glanced at the sword traces on the sword stele, and the aura emitted by different sword traces was slightly different.

As if he had a comprehension in his heart, Chu Duan walked to a sword tablet and stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell on the traces of the sword on the sword tablet in front of him.

The traces of this sword look a little faint, not very long, but very thin, and it looks more vague, as if it will disappear at any time.

Got rid of all distracting thoughts, concentrated all his attention, and his spiritual thoughts were also gathered into a bunch, and after three breaths, Chu Duan only felt that all the scenery around him was rapidly fading, and the world was disappearing, along with the bronze sword tablet in front of him, it also faded and disappeared, leaving only the trace of the subtle sword that seemed to be nothing.

As if injected with life and giving birth to will, the trace of the subtle sword came to life, and it twisted in an instant, turning into a sword ray, flying towards Chu Dui, Chu Duan seemed to see an invisible swordsman holding an invisible sword and slashing it, the trajectory of the sword was so subtle and curved, it seemed erratic.

This sword, as if jumping in the void, was like a rootless duckweed, ignoring the distance of time and space, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Chu Dui's eyes like the end of the world, slashing towards Chu Dui's neck.

The skin pores on Chu Dui's neck exploded, goosebumps arose, and an incomparably dangerous feeling instantly invaded his whole body, Chu Dui's subconscious had already made a dodge action, and the subtle sword light flew past the side of his neck, and the cold and sharp edge made the blood in Chu Dui's neck almost coagulate.

In an instant, the subtle sword rays seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and flew from behind them, like a peerless swordsman performing a killing swordsmanship.

As soon as his mind moved, Chu Duan wanted to use his sword to fight, and was suddenly shocked to find that he couldn't use his sword, as if he was imprisoned by a force.

Can only dodge!

With a powerful sense, Chu Duan once again avoided this subtle sword ray.

"I can't fight back, I can only dodge, how long will it take?"

"No, it's definitely not dodging, it's something else. ”

"Perhaps...... It's a crack ......"

Thinking in the right direction, Chu Duan observed the subtle sword light more carefully, tried to see its trajectory clearly, and analyzed and thought about the mystery.

Jianmang is derived from swordsmanship, and it is not a special swordsmanship, but a basic swordsmanship.

Basic swordsmanship may seem to have only a dozen movements, but under the combination, there can be thousands of variations.

Different variations have different effects and powers, and when applied properly, they can become terrifying kills.

Chu Duan dodged while analyzing and comprehending, he had only one idea at this time, to understand this subtle sword ray.

It felt like he was fighting a powerful swordsman, but he couldn't use the sword.

But Chu Duan knew that once he understood this subtle sword ray, and absorbed it for his own use, he could make his swordsmanship attainment go further, there would be more changes, and his power would be stronger.

Like Chu Duan, the other swordsmen were also immersed in the traces of the sword stele, but some of them were slow to wake up, and they also had a very difficult time dodging.

Not long after, a swordsman screamed, his face changed drastically, he turned pale, his feet were even more staggered back several steps, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Gasping for breath, the swordsman was shocked, and subconsciously reached out and touched his heart, fortunately, safe and sound, the sword just now seemed to be an illusion.

Vaguely, this swordsman felt that he had lost some important opportunity, and his face changed drastically.

Immediately, he swept viciously, drew his sword, and slashed at the nearest Chu Duan.

At this time, Chu Duan was completely immersed in the traces of the sword, and tried hard to understand and crack it, defenseless, like an undefended city, allowing this sword to kill.

In the next breath, this ferocious sword would slash Chu Duan's neck and cut him off in the head.

At the moment when the sword was about to touch Chu Duan's neck, on the sword tablet in front of Chu Duan, the faint trace of the sword suddenly turned into a sword light and flew out, instantly sweeping over the neck of the person who attacked Chu Duan's sword.

The sword that was slashed out fell weakly, and a wisp of blood slowly oozed out and flowed down the neck of the swordsman, and then fell to the ground.

At that moment, he suddenly understood the mystery of that subtle sword ray, so in an easy way, he cracked this sword ray, and cracked the traces of this sword.

In an instant, a golden light rose from the soles of Chu Duan's feet, wrapping Chu Duan's whole body in the blink of an eye, and in a single breath, the golden light converged, turned into a small golden point of light, let out a clear sound, and rushed into the bronze sword tablet in front of him, disappearing.

I saw that the trace of the sword on the bronze sword tablet also disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. (To be continued.) )