This is something that makes Chen San feel extremely unbelievable, on the sword mountain, the sword aura is surging, like Jackie Chan.

However, after searching in the mountains for a long time, I did not see a sword.

The young man walking in the Sword Mountain, facing the 'empty' Sword Mountain, frowned, this is an extremely incredible thing.

"On the Sword Mountain. The sword has a spirit, how many swords do you think he can take away?" In front of the grass house, the drunkard lay on a large rock, squinting at the sword mountain.

In order to find the sword, Chen San has been entering the Sword Mountain for many days, and these days, the sword qi in the Sword Mountain has become more and more agitated, and the entire mountain is like a sword qi killing array.

Seeing this situation, Wei Heng grinned and did not speak.

The sword weapons on the Sword Mountain, the sword holders before their deaths were all the most powerful sword cultivators in the world.

Sword cultivation in the world is extremely rare, this is a rugged road, and being able to go far on this road is enough to show that their talent is amazing.

The sword weapons that such a sword bearer has mastered are all full of arrogance, and Chen San can get a few from the sword mountain, and what kind of sword he gets, he does not dare to speculate.

If he Wei Heng went to the Sword Mountain to find the sword by himself, it would naturally be easy, and his kendo talent was highly praised even by Zhao Fang back then.

He once carried a sword in his hand and went to the holy land of the southern demon clan to kill dozens of thousand-year-old demons with one sword, so as to climb the star list and become the third in the mountains and rivers.

The sword in Sword Mountain is indeed extraordinary, and the rank is very high, but he Wei Heng can't look down on the sword in this Sword Mountain.

As a sword cultivator, as a sword cultivator with strong talent, Wei Heng has his own arrogance, and he will never use the sword used by others, even if the sword rank in the sword mountain is very high.

"Perhaps...... Can he take the entire Sword Mountain with him?" Jiang Shuyao, who was on the side, said cautiously.

She didn't know why she had such confidence, but she believed in the young man who was looking for a sword in Sword Mountain.

The drunkard and Wei Heng turned their heads to look at Jiang Shuyao, both smiling silently.

Although there are few sword cultivators in the world, there are many people who come to the Western Sword Mountain to get swords, and it seems that only the young man who has entered the mountain at this moment can make this sword mountain attract sword qi to kill the array.

In the Sword Mountain, there is a sound of wind, this wind is unusual, it seems to be in the ears, and it seems to be in the sky.

After entering the Sword Mountain for a long time, this was the only change Chen San felt.

He closed his eyes tightly and stood for a long time, his spirit was perceiving this voice, and instinctively, Chen San felt that this should be the sword he had found.

"Where?" Suddenly, Chen San opened his eyes, his eyes full of doubts.

It was a strange feeling, in his perception, the sound of the wind should be the sound of a sword, and when he felt it carefully, he couldn't catch any traces, however, the sound of the sword always filled his ears.

It's close, but it's fleeting.

"Sword cultivators, lonely and straight, walking from the heart is the way. Chen San thought of what Wei Heng had said to him before he entered the Sword Mountain.

"From the heart?" Chen San muttered.

Perhaps this is the best way to find that sword, and the right answer may be to ignore the ethereal voice, in all directions, and follow your heart.

Walking as he pleased, with no direction, Chen San wandered in the mountains, and finally, when he lifted the last layer of mist covering his eyes, Chen San finally saw something different.

A Taoist temple towers in the mountains, Chen San stared at all this with wide eyes, tens of thousands of swords in the view are floating in it, the swords in the view are all broken swords, broken swords, and there is no good sword as far as the eye can see.

This Taoist temple is like a sword mound!

Chen San stepped forward and pushed open the gate, he was very fortunate that the sound of the sword was in the tens of thousands of ups and downs of the sword.

"Who is here!" There was a sound of scolding in the view, the heaven and the earth roared, the avenue roared, and the tens of thousands of swords that rose and fell followed this voice, all pointing at Chen San, and for a while, the killing intent in the view was agitated.

"Kunlun Chen San, come here to find a sword!" Chen San had never thought of this, the voice in the view shook the heavens and the earth, and the young man bowed down for this.

"Who's here!" said the voice of the audience again.

Chen San raised his head, and through the hundreds of swords that rose and fell, he found that there was no one in the view, so who spoke in the view?

"Who's here!" another voice sounded in the audience.

Like a machine, repeating the words.

The young man standing in the doorway did not bow down, but straightened up and began to walk towards the view.

As soon as he took the first step, a fierce sword qi attacked, and the heavens and the earth were distorted, which was a shocking sword.

Subconsciously, Chen San sent the wine gourd on his waist out to resist this sword qi, which was an immortal weapon, strong and indestructible, even if that sword qi was shocking.

With a bang, there was a violent explosion in front of the audience, and the young man took a step and was immediately forced to retreat.

When he stabilized his body, Chen San's eyes widened, and a figure suddenly appeared in this Taoist temple.

That figure was very ordinary, plainly dressed, and it didn't look inconspicuous, however, in his eyes, it turned out to be a sea of swords rolling, and the light of the stars in the sky couldn't compare to the edge of the sword.

Chen San was shocked, there was such a character in Sword Mountain, this was definitely the most powerful character he had ever seen.

"Passing through the nirvana of life and death, and understanding the level of life and death?"

This was Chen San's subconscious thought, and the person who suddenly appeared in the view gave him a feeling that was too powerful.

Even a character like Wei Heng is nothing in front of this figure.

Compared to the two, it is the difference between a dragon and an ant.

The figure's eyes flickered, and in the sea of swords in his eyes, light appeared, and shot out through his eyes, and came in an instant.

Sword Qi to.

Heaven and earth are suffocated!

Chen San was shocked, this sword was more fierce than the previous sword, he wanted to escape, but the feeling of being shrouded in sword qi in all directions made the young man unable to escape, and there was no way to avoid it.

This is a sword that can only be resisted!

For this reason, the boy jumped up and performed Kunlun's strongest swordsmanship from top to bottom.

The young man did not have a sword in his hand, but the young man had an immortal weapon, and he had felt the presence of sword qi on the wine gourd more than once.

A wine gourd is a sword!

A sword from Immortal!

The sword qi swept across the world, and the intertwined sword qi erupted violently in front of the Taoist temple, and the hundreds of swords that rose and fell in the temple were all trembling, as if they were resonating for such a collision.

When all the sword qi was gone, the young man covered in blood lay on the ground, holding the wine gourd in his hand with a smile on his face.

He successfully resisted the sword just now, and although his body had suffered hundreds of sword wounds in the moment just now, he still survived.

He stood up with a trembling body, looked at the figure in the view, and smiled even more brightly.

"Although you have become an adult, you are only a sword, although you have the monstrous momentum of the sword bearer, in fact, you have not even reached one ten-thousandth of what he was back then. ”

Chen San smiled brightly, just when he had endured hundreds of sword wounds just now, he felt the truth of the person in the view.

That's a sword!

"You want to be a real host. The young man grinned and said, "The previous two swords were your test, and now if this third sword is to withstand the past, will you be able to become the sharpest sword in my hand?"

As soon as this voice fell, the figure in the Ten Thousand Dao Sword in the view suddenly raised his hand, holding the sword and pointing at Chen San.

Ten thousand swords tremble!

Ten thousand swords rise and fall!

Ten Thousand Swords Surrender!

Ten thousand swords turn into dragons!

A stegosaurus rushed out of the view, this is the last sword!

Chen San grinned, his eyes were full of light, and the wine gourd slammed towards the ground.

In the past, there was a man who kept falling and broke a holy mountain with this half-style.

For a long time, Chen San has always believed that the strongest sword technique in Kunlun and the most powerful part from top to bottom should be the second half of the style.

The wine gourd that smashed towards the ground poured everything the boy had, and his eyes shone with determination.

The sword that surpasses the heavens and the earth, he must get it today!

After Chen San finished smashing the wine gourd, Wan Jian had already rushed in, and a foot in front of him, the stegosaurus close to him broke inch by inch.

Ten thousand swords are like dragons, less than a foot in front of you!

When all the sounds were gone, Chen San lay on the ground gasping for breath, the Taoist temple in front of him had disappeared, and the only thing that existed was a scabbard.

The scabbard is suspended in it.

Everything before that was caused by the scabbard in front of you.

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a scabbard. Chen San said with a smile.

Among the ten thousand swords, it was the scabbard that almost killed him.

Chen San grabbed the sword scabbard in his hand, and in a moment's time, the sword qi of heaven and earth was vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi in the entire sword mountain was all poured into the scabbard.

Ten thousand swords hidden in the sheath!

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"Look, Jianshan has changed. In front of the thatched house, Jiang Shuyao pointed to Jianshan and said in surprise.

Originally, the sword qi was agitated, and the entire sword mountain was like a sword qi array, but now it was gone.

Wei Heng looked up with a smile on his face.

The drunkard lay on the boulder, the wine in the gourd was already empty, and his closed eyes could not hide the joy in his heart.

The young man who entered the mountain to find the sword seemed to be not bad, and he was really able to bring the entire sword mountain back.

"Do you know the strongest swordsmanship in Kunlun Houshan, where is its strength?" Wei Heng lay beside the drunkard, looking at the clear blue sky.

"That swordsmanship, how do I know, Zhao Fang said that I am not suitable for swordsmanship, and the whole Kunlun will go to the back mountain and take out that swordsmanship. The drunkard said with some dissatisfaction.

He has always felt that his kendo talent is not bad at all, but when he practiced swords, he found that his difference was not half a star.

I'm afraid he won't be able to reach the point of Wei Heng in his life.

The corners of Wei Heng's mouth rose with a smile: "Because Kunlun's strongest swordsmanship is the strongest one foot in front of him." ”

"Within one foot, I am heaven and earth, that is, order, even if I have passed the nirvana of life and death, and comprehended life and death, I am still invincible. ”

"Kunlun's strongest swordsmanship, from top to bottom, it also has a name, called the ruler sword. ”

"Yes, yes, your sword cultivation is the most powerful in the world, and we mountain and river monks can't compare. The corners of the drunkard's mouth were a little bulging.