Thousands of densely packed flying swords gathered into a lonely mountain.

When the mountain wind blew through these flying swords, there was a whining sound, and some flying swords were blown into each other, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

The huge valley is endless, and the entire valley is empty, and it seems extremely empty.

"The three of you, each with your own chance, go in and choose a sword tire by yourself. ”

Hearing the old man say this, Luo Bei, Cai Shu, and Lin Hang all gathered their minds and nodded.

Luo Bei saw that there were already some figures on the Baizhang Lonely Peak, obviously Cai Shu and Lin Hang had been waiting for him for a while, and some of the disciples who had entered earlier were already starting to choose flying swords.

"What's going on? Is there still a magic circle?"

Cai Shu took a step towards the valley, and he felt a change in front of him, the valley and the lonely mountain peak did not change, but there was no Luobei and Lin Hang around him.

At the same time, a powerful momentum also crashed into her body.

"This is sword qi!"

Immediately, the sharp and cold aura in this momentum made her react immediately.

The thousands of flying swords that gathered into a peak unexpectedly condensed into a substantial momentum just by the sword qi that flowed from the sword!

This kind of momentum makes every step forward take a lot of effort!

"Luo Bei is so seriously injured, how can he hold on!"

Looking at the lonely mountain peak that was still hundreds of zhang away from her, this thought immediately appeared in Cai Shu's mind, making her hands and feet couldn't help but be a little cold.

Chance!

Cai Shu immediately understood the meaning of the old man's words, and when he arrived at the sword tower, it turned out to be the last test to experience the momentum of this sword qi condensation!

"This is the magic circle that separates us so that we can't see each other on the way!"

At the same time, Luobei, who stepped into the valley, also felt the powerful momentum condensed by that sword qi.

These are just sword fetuses that do not have an owner, and some of the sword qi that is slightly revealed is condensed.

If there is a flying sword that can be driven, there is no need to be afraid of Zeng Yicheng's single Dao method at all.

And if there are tens of millions of people who use these flying swords together to fight the enemy, what kind of momentum and power will it be?

For a while, such a thought couldn't help but flash through Luo Bei's mind.

The further he went, the greater this invisible pressure became, and after walking dozens of steps towards the sword tower, he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and a wound on his back burst open!

With a "hiss", Luo Bei ripped off one of his already tattered clothes and pierced the wound.

Originally, he didn't want to bandage it, but he immediately realized that when the true yuan of his delusional Heavenly Immortal Life Sutra had been exhausted, his repair ability was already very slow, and the cracked wound would not heal quickly.

Now that more blood is shedding, his strength is lost by one point.

But after a few dozen steps forward, another wound in his chest burst open.

At the mouth of the valley, the old man in the green robe stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Luobei, Caishu and Lin Hang, who were only a few feet apart, but could not see each other.

At this time, Luobei has become a bloody man.

But he saw that the young man was standing there, and although there was pain on his face, he did not flinch, and still walked forward step by step.

Each has a good chance....

On top of the lonely peak, there are thousands of flying swords of all kinds.

Not only are the colors different, but even the styles are strange, some flying swords are more than one person tall, wide and heavy, but some flying swords are no more than a finger wide and no more than two feet long. Some swords are fish, fish bones, and curved serpentine suits, while others even have holes and split fronts. Some flying swords are like ice crystals, transparent and crystalline, while some flying swords are shining with cold light, and they look extremely sharp. Some flying swords are not only on the hilt, but even the sword body is inlaid with various colored gemstones, which looks extraordinarily luxurious, while some flying swords look unusually simple and unadorned.

Some flying swords are full of brilliance, as if they were just put in yesterday, while some flying swords are dull and mottled, as if they have gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

No one knows which flying sword is powerful and is a peerless divine weapon, and which flying sword is ordinary in texture and not very powerful.

Whichever one you choose, which one is your own flying sword.

"Is it a pick?"

When Cai Shu appeared under the mountain peak formed by the gathering of flying swords, Zong Zhen was climbing at a height of sixty or seventy zhang.

A high-quality flying sword and an ordinary flying sword, when used, the power can be said to be very different.

Zong Zhen was extremely shocked from standing under the peak where the flying sword gathered at the beginning, and now he has climbed on this peak, and it has been three or four incense sticks.

During the time of three or four incense sticks, Zong Zhen had not yet made up his mind which flying sword to bring back.

There are too many flying swords, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for any new disciple to make a decision quickly when he reaches the bottom of this mountain. What's more, what Zong Zhen thought in his heart was that for thousands of years in Shushan, there have always been disciples who have come to this sword tower to select flying swords, and these disciples have good vision, so that the more underneath, the more powerful the flying swords, the easier it is for people to show up and take them away.

In this way, the higher you go, the higher the quality of finding a good flying sword.

"Well, Lin Hang, this guy actually came in too?"

And when Cai Shu's figure appeared in his sight, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang appear in his sight again, and at the same time, he suddenly felt an unusually cold breath.

Following the breath, Zong Zhen appeared, just above his head, a black black iron-like flying sword and a silver, vine-like flying sword In the center, there was a blue, ice-crystal-like flying sword, and the entire flying sword was constantly rippling with Yin Yin's cold air. "Could it be the Qianming Han Condensing Sword?!"

Zong Zhen immediately thought of the legendary Shushan predecessor Leng Zhenren's flying sword, Qianming Han Ning!

"Even if this is not Qianming Han Condensation, it is not an ordinary flying sword!"

Because as soon as the sword was pulled out, it could not be changed, Zong Zhen hesitated for a while, but after all, he was attracted by the distinctive aura on the sword, he finally climbed up and pulled out the azure flying sword, and just as soon as he held the hilt of the flying sword, Zong Zhen's heart couldn't help but be ecstatic.

Because as soon as he held this flying sword, Zong Zhen actually felt like he couldn't hold it, as if this sword was going to turn into an ice dragon and go straight to the sky.

The sword has spirituality, and the sword aura roars to the sky, which is one of the characteristics of the best flying sword!

"They may not be able to find a better sword than mine, will they?"

Zong Zhen couldn't help but go down a little proudly

"Luobei, he can get in, too?"

At this moment, in his sight, Luobei's figure appeared again. didn't witness the big battle between Luobei and Zeng Yicheng, and he didn't know Luobei's true strength, and such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Luobei!"

Cai Shu and Lin Hang, who had just arrived under the sword tower, couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's finally here!"

At this time, all the wounds on Luo Bei's body were already oozing blood.

Luo Bei actually walked under this sword tower when his strength was already close to the limit.

Before he finally arrived at this sword tower, he could pick a flying sword of his own.

But all his strength has been exhausted, seeing Cai Shu and Lin Hang, his heart was relieved, and when he squeezed out a smile, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly fell to the wet mud ground a few feet in front of the sword tower!

"The genius of the past, he couldn't even touch the edge of the sword tower?"

Seeing Luo Beiyi fall into the mud in front of the sword tower, thinking of the loss he suffered in Cai Shu and his hands that day, holding the flying sword, Zong Zhen, who felt the power of the flying sword in his hand, was full of happiness in his heart, and let out a sneer.

"What are you talking about!" If you usually laughed at Luo Bei, it would not be nothing, but at this time, hearing Zong Zhen's ridicule, Cai Shu turned around, and a cold murderous aura suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I said that he couldn't even touch the edge of the sword tower, is this sentence wrong?" When the enemies met, Zong Zhen, who was extremely red-eyed, did not shy away from it, and sneered: "Why, this sword tower is forbidden, do you still want to do it with me, even if you want to do it, you have to pick a flying sword first."

The clothes of Cai Shu's whole body are windless and automatic, and the whole body is full of cyan brilliance.

If someone laughs at her, forget it.

But at this moment, she didn't allow anyone to laugh at Luobei!

Even if this is a forbidden place, you will be severely punished for doing it, and you will not hesitate to do it!

For a while, Cai Shu's body was full of the vigor that even men may not have.

With a sound of "Zheng", at this moment, a flying sword flashing with sharp silver light automatically popped out of the sword tower and fell into Cai Shu's hand.

The flying sword automatically recognizes the master?!

Zong Zhen and Cai Shu were stunned, and before they could react, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang flick his body again, and also pulled out a fiery red long sword from the sword tower, pointing at him from afar.

For a while, Lin Hang's face, who seemed to have always been humble, was also rippling with an awe-inspiring and inviolable look and a cold murderous aura!

And at this moment, Zong Zhen also saw that Luobei, who fell in the mud, struggled to stand up.

When he finally arrived at the sword tower, he no longer had the strength to climb the sword tower.

Not even the Sword Tower!

Luobei's strength at this time has been completely exhausted, and it is all supported here by a will.

But when he forced himself to stand up, he didn't seem to be able to take another step forward.

I am not reconciled!

For a while, Luo Bei's body was full of tenacity and unyielding aura!

I want to be in control of my own destiny!

In Luo Bei's mind, such a thought clearly appeared. Then, he took a heavy step forward, a step beyond the limit!

stepped out, and Luobei's whole person pounced and fell forward. And it was this step that had already allowed Luo Bei's hand to reach the flying sword at the bottom of the sword tower.

Drops of blood slipped from Luo Bei's hands.

One drop, blown by the mountain wind, fell to the bottom of the sword tower, a black flying sword in the mud.