The old man who guarded the tomb swayed, buried his head, and took a nap again.

After only a few moments, a voice came from his ears again, and he was woken up again, and the old man guarding the tomb raised his head and saw a young man in a green shirt and a white shirt.

"Hello senior, I'm from Liuyun Pavilion, my name is Xiao Yunchuan. ”

The second time he was woken up, the old man guarding the tomb was not in a very happy mood, muttered a few words "annoying", and then threw a waist card over.

Xiao Yunchuan picked up the waist card that was thrown to the edge of the table, bent down and thanked him: "Thank you seniors." ”

Seeing that the young man still understood the etiquette, the old man guarding the tomb had a slightly better face, and reminded: "In two hours, you can call the sword as many times as you want, but as long as the two hours have passed, you must come out immediately, if it is too late, if you don't come out, there may be trouble." ”

Xiao Yunchuan said with a smile: "These trivial matters, my senior brother told me, and he will not cause trouble to his seniors." ”

The old man guarding the tomb saw that the young man in front of him was quite polite, and reminded again: "On the way to summon the sword, remember to accept it when you see it, don't be insatiable, you go early and return early." ”

At the entrance of the sword mound, there is a formation enchantment, and if there is no waist card of the old man guarding the tomb, it will be blocked outside. Xiao Yunchuan held the waist card, as if passing through a wall of air, and entered the enchantment without hindrance.

Ahead of him was a high mountain.

That high mountain, you can't see it outside the barrier at all, and you can only get a glimpse of it when you enter the barrier.

The mountain is more like a scabbard, because on this mountain, a million swords are inserted.

These million swords were all stuck in the dirt of the mountains, leaving only the hilt outside, so there was no way to judge the quality of these swords by eyesight.

Xiao Yunchuan raised his head and looked away, the mountain height was invisible, and he couldn't see where the peak was.

Dozens of steps to his right, there was a man in a green shirt, who was He Yuntian. And a hundred paces to his left, there stood a tall and thin man, who was Jian Wuji.

Sensing that someone had entered, He Tianyun looked over, and he nodded slightly to the stranger who had just entered, which was regarded as a greeting.

Jian Wuji didn't react, he looked at the mountain, his eyes were full of indescribable joy, excitement, happiness, satisfaction, from his expression, he could see that he had sunk into it, he really liked the sword.

He Yuntian took off the sword box behind his back, inserted the sword box into the ground, then closed his eyes and recuperated, and silently recited the "Sword Calling Technique".

Jian Wuji was holding the rusty iron sword, he was still watching, looking at the high mountain, looking at the sword on the high mountain, looking at the exposed hilt of the sword, and whispered to himself: "Life is enough, how fast." ”

Xiao Yunchuan followed Jian Wuji's eyes, looking at the exposed hilts of the swords, and couldn't see the difference at all.

After Jian Wuji came in, he kept staring at a certain black hilt, and he could clearly perceive that the sword was calling him.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination, and he muttered, "You're mine!"

Xiao Yunchuan also closed his eyes and recited the "Calling Sword Technique", his consciousness gradually began to blur with his recitation, and he felt that his mind was gradually detaching from his body and melting into the mountain.

In front of his eyes, he does not ......

It should be that in his consciousness, he has no body, as if he has turned into a qi and hovers along the mountain.

As he weakened, a sword inserted in the mountain began to loosen, gradually breaking away from the shackles of the mountain, and was about to pull out of the "sheath".

With a sound of "Zheng", the sword broke free from its shackles and flew in front of Xiao Yunchuan's consciousness.

The body of this sword has rust, it is obvious that it has been some years, and the grade of the sword is not high, it should have just entered the stream.

He thrust the rusty sword back into its original position, and his consciousness continued to hover over the mountain.

"Since I choose it, it is also choosing me......" Xiao Yunchuan felt something, and seemed to think of some mysterious truths.

When circling around the mountain, Xiao Yunchuan felt that there were two consciousnesses, one of which was very piercing, it should be Jian Wuji's consciousness, Xiao Yunchuan was very sure of this, because he had fought with him.

Jian Wuji's piercing consciousness was about to surround a black scabbard at this time, carrying out a mental "tug-of-war".

And the rest of the consciousness should be the young man who just nodded to himself.

This young man's consciousness is very peaceful, not like Jian Wuji's sharp edge, very approachable, it seems that he should be a good-natured monk.

Jian Wuji's consciousness was communicating with the black hilt, as if telling his own story: "Since I was a child, I have been alone and take care of the stars of the past generations. ”

The black hilt of the sword was pulled out with the voice of Jian Wuji's heart.

"I'm not the fastest with my sword, but I'll be the strongest!"

The black scabbard was split in two.

"In the future, when I draw my sword, and the mountains and rivers fall, the heavens and the earth will tremble. ”

The black hilt of the sword came out for three more points.

"Since I was young, I held a sword for the first time, and I have no regrets about everything I have done in my life. ”

The black hilt of the sword came out.

......

Time passed bit by bit, and among the three, the first person to leave the Sword Shrine was He Tianyun from the Sword Casting Pavilion.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at this junior disciple from the Sword Casting Pavilion and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Tianyun spit out two words with joy on his face: "Qingxiao." ”

When the old man guarding the tomb heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a pen and paper, and continued to write from the end of He Tianyun's name: "Tang Calendar, the fifty-eighth year of the Apocalypse, the winter solstice, the Sword Casting Pavilion, He Tianyun, the sword mound ranks the three hundred and fifty swords - Qingxiao." ”

There are millions of swords hidden in the sword mound, and He Tianyun can get the top five hundred swords, which is already quite good, the old man is encouraging a few words, and Jian Wuji walked out.

Jian Wuji's expression was a little tired, it was obvious that he had spent a lot of energy in that mental "tug-of-war", but his expression was very satisfied, and he was also very happy.

He held two swords in his left and right hands, and the sword he held in his left hand was the rusty iron sword he had lifted since he was a child.

The sword held in the right hand was much longer than the rusty sword held in the left hand, and the scabbard and hilt of the sword were all pitch black.

A thin iron chain is wrapped around the junction between the scabbard and the hilt, so that the body and scabbard are firmly locked and cannot be pulled out at all.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the pitch-black sword and swallowed, his face full of disbelief.

Jian Wuji let out a breath and said slowly, "It told me that its name is 'Fearless Shura'. ”

The old man guarding the tomb picked up the pen tremblingly, his mood was very complicated, and he wrote behind Jian Wuji's name: "Tang Calendar, the fifty-eighth year of the Apocalypse, the winter solstice, the Sword Casting Pavilion, He Tianyun, the third sword in the Sword Tomb - not afraid of Shura." ”