Sword Pavilion, the top of the seven-story building.

A plump woman in palace clothes stood with her hands in her hands, looking down on the sword peak with cold eyes, especially looking at Zixiao Zixiao Peak's gaze, there was a trace of unforgettable evil aura lingering, and the majestic killing intent made the abyss beast roar couldn't help but die down, silent as death.

A great Confucian figure slowly floated down beside him, and he was about to speak and stopped.

Seeing that the other party's evil spirit was pervasive and had not disappeared for a long time, the middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly bitterly.

Then he opened his mouth suddenly, as if hesitating, but he was silent.

Finally, he raised his head, sighed softly, and said softly in a slightly astringent voice, "Mei'er, in fact, that kid is just a little bit alike, and ......" ”

"Shut up !!"

The cold words make people fall into an ice cellar, and they are cold to the bone.

The Confucian sighed softly, and then looked in the direction of Sima Yuan's departure, his eyes slightly reunited, as if he was a mixture of joy and hatred.

Suddenly, Xu Zhimei's gaze returned to light and cold, "The surname Ji has already started, you should get ready." ”

The middle-aged Confucian frowned, and looked at Zixiao Peak, his gaze was unfathomable, "The head of the sect intends to take risks, so naturally we will not stand idly by, so what's the harm in helping him?"

The plump woman sneered, but she didn't know who she was mocking.

Immediately one step fell, and then paced into the pavilion, only a few cold words remained:

"The old thief doesn't die, you and I can't sleep well!"

The words are concise and to the point, but there is a killing intention that swings in all directions, wanting to reach the sky.

As soon as the words fell, under the abyss, several furious beast roars erupted in unison, resounding through this Sword Pavilion space.

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Sword Shrine.

The Sword Peak Sword Shrine is one of the only sword cultivation holy places that has been inherited for nearly 1,000 years, and nearly 10,000 swords are buried in it.

Every night when the moon is full, the huge sword qi will shoot out in unison, soaring into the sky, roaring endlessly.

It was as if the gods existed after death, enveloping the entire sword peak, protecting the immortality of the sword path.

And if he wants to become a disciple of Sword Peak, in addition to the recognition of the elders of the sect, there is also the invisible recognition and follower of the sword master Heroic Spirit.

With a sword approval, you can be the new sword master.

The slight trembling of several swords indicates that his qualifications are good.

Hundreds of remnants of swords float, as the inheritor of the sword.

As for the existence that has attracted the recognition of nearly 10,000 sword masters in the sword shrine for several generations, it is the co-master of the sword mound and ten thousand swords!

Since the founding of kendo, except for the ancestor of kendo, no one has won this honor for nearly a thousand years.

They are the foundation and confidence of the entire Zixiao Sect's sword cultivation!

This kind of thing, call it the foundation!

Halfway through the sword mound, a bearded man wearing the robe of a disciple of the outer gate of the Sword Peak, was spraying the sword mound's long origin and past glory towards the rookie of the Sword Peak beside him.

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, and from time to time he bowed his head in deep agreement, indicating his family's lofty respect and infinite remembrance, but he was quite helpless inside, Senior Brother, you are talking and talking, can we not have punctuation?

"This junior brother, don't you know how supreme our Jianfeng was back then, how powerful it was, not to mention Xiao, Zhao, Han, and Liu today, but those who live on Zixiao Peak, if you stay back then, you dare to give Jianfeng a face, no, you are all light, and you can spit on your face, it is all because it is not easy for you to maintain this family business.

Otherwise, I will provoke Lao Tzu, according to my hot temper, I will directly overturn his mother, what kind of bullshit head and elder Taishang of the fuck, our Jianfeng will only recognize our peak master, uh, and the deputy peak master. ”

Sima Yuan was still quite indignant at first, but at this time, he couldn't help but brow and eyes jumped wildly, and coughed several times before pulling him back.

The bearded man smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and said with a smile, "Senior brother doesn't need to be afraid, within the cover of the sword qi of this sword mound, you can say anything, and those sanctimonious people can't hear it, so it doesn't matter." ”

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, "Don't talk about the elders of the sect behind your back."

A voice like a mosquito sounded, "In case the partition wall has ears."

The bearded man laughed dryly, and glanced around a few times with some weakness.

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, and he walked towards the holy land of the sword qi lineage by himself.

A few quarters of an hour later, after crossing several Hengling sword ridges, Sima Yuan and the two finally arrived at the sword mound.

"Senior brother, our sword mound has arrived!" said the senior brother with a thick beard in front of him.

Sima Yuan's spirits were greatly lifted, and he saw that on the flat and fertile plain in front of him, a sword with uneven handles was being inserted crookedly on this crimson wasteland.

The wasteland is not large, the radius is only a few hundred zhang, and there are not many swords, only less than 10,000.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the bearded man named Wang, and he said slowly in a low voice,

"The sword mound was originally called 'Sword Forest', and it was the place where all the swords of all the disciples of my sword peak lineage were buried in the past thousand years, but it was later changed to the sword mound.

Some of the lords of these nearly 10,000 remnant swords died in battle due to the invasion of foreign factions, some were dismissed because of the failure of seeking the way, and some died tragically due to the internal strife and strife of the sect. ”

After Wang Huzi was silent for a while, he looked at Sima Yuan with complicated eyes, and said with a forced smile, "There are also silverfish from the sect who eat and wait for death like Senior Brother, and finally the corpse is collected by the same sect and buried here.

Of course, a disciple of a sect like a junior disciple will naturally not fall into such a situation, and he will definitely rise to prominence in the future and get a glimpse of the supreme kendo style. Naturally, it's not comparable to a waste like a senior brother. ”

Sima Yuan was silent, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

The battle of the avenue is not only a fighting and fighting, but also the ruthless years of killing countless heroes and heroes.

Wang Huzi slapped his forehead, put away the loneliness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "You see that my old Wang is so disgusting when he is so old, it's really embarrassing for me." ”

Then he pointed to the sword mound, "Senior brother, if you want to choose a sword, you can start, but your cultivation is not enough, don't drill into it, although the quality is better, but we have to do what we can, right?"

Sima Yuan smiled and nodded, "Thank you Senior Brother Wang for mentioning it, Senior Brother will save it, and you won't seek death." ”

Wang Huzi nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Then junior brother, please, senior brother, I will wait for good news!"

Sima Yuan then turned around, and after taking a deep breath, his mind was the same, and he tried his best to suppress the aura in his body, and only used a sword qi that he had cultivated at home, and slowly approached the sword mound.

The sword qi is only half an inch, and it is still between the sword intent and the sword qi, which seems to be ethereal, between the virtual and the real.

Under Sima Yuandi's gritted teeth, the sword qi quietly and tentatively marched towards the sword mound in a snail-crawling turtle speed.

The sword mound has existed for nearly a thousand years, and it has been hundreds of years since spring and autumn, and these remnant swords that still exude a fierce sword aura are naturally not the earliest ones, even if they are the oldest 'soul destroyer', they have only survived for three hundred years.

However, although the decaying sword body passed away with the wind, the invisible sword qi was reborn after death like the sprouts of an old tree, like a phoenix nirvana, wounded but not dead.

In this way, even if the old sword qi is no match for the erosion of the years, at the end of its death, it will seem to instinctively pass on the mastery, swordsmanship, and life perception of the previous sword masters to the 'next generation'.

If the torch is inherited, it will not die or be extinguished.

Sima Yuan thought back to the words left by his senior brother when he was leaving, he squinted slightly, carefully examined the many sword bodies in front of him, and walked silently.

During the march, many remnant swords in the sword mound made a piercing trilling sound like a unison resonance, such as the low and solemn killing of the blade, the wailing of the bird's wings, and the unwillingness to die before leaving the division, as well as the regret of having nowhere to show the secret of the sword, and the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the killing, and more of the heroism and arrogance of the world fighting in all directions for the enemy and breaking into the prestige.

Sima Yuan suddenly trembled physically and mentally, as if a huge and complex aura of the same root and origin swept in, enveloping him.

This is the initial manifestation of its sword qi being accepted by the sword mound.

His face was slightly relaxed, since the sword mound was no longer repulsive, he simply let go of his mind and tried his best to comprehend the sword qi around him.

As Sima Yuandi's mind let go, before the sword qi arrived, a wave of pain like cutting flesh and cutting off his fingers came like a tide.

In an instant, he broke Sima Yuan's inner defense.

He couldn't help but snort a few times, his eyes were black for a while, the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ears were the corners of his eyes, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices, his face was hideous and terrifying, and his expression was distorted and fierce!

In an instant, his suppressed seventh-layer Qi refining cultivation slammed outwards as if it were uncontrollable.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his fists tightened, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of his palm, and the finger bones of Bai Sensen were clearly visible, and the sound of blood flowing was especially loud in this sword mound where the invisible sword qi was raging.

"Ah!!!h

An extreme cry that hurt into the bone marrow sounded, Sima Yuan's cloak was scattered, his blood was gushing, and his robe that was swept away by the sword qi shook and vibrated and trembled, like a banner blown by a strong wind, and the sound of hunting.

The arrogant red face, the long flowing black hair, and the silver-white purple brocade robe all over the body made a terrifying sound of agitation in the sword aura emitted by thousands of broken swords.

At this moment, Sima Yuan is alive and well from a prison demon god!

He raised his head to the sky and roared, roaring and roaring, as if he was in a hysterical madness, not only stunned the expectant Wang Huzi outside the sword mound, but the roar that was intended to pierce the sky made the sword cultivators in a range of hundreds of miles around the sword mound tremble lightly, as if echoing the summons.

In a trance, Sima Yuan didn't know how long it had been, as if he had been immersed in anger and madness.

It's like a month and more than a year, but it's just a few breaths.

A silent remnant sword more than ten zhang away from it was finally no longer silent, and a weak low sword chant slowly sounded, but it stopped abruptly, like a flash in the pan, like an illusion.

Sima Yuan heard this.

Thunder!

The weak murmur of a dying man was like a thunderbolt in Sima Yuan's ears, and his crazy and ignorant actions were instantly brought back to reality.

At the same time, the raging and manic sword qi around all around them died down in unison, and they all fell silent, as if surrendering.

Sima Yuan slowly lowered his head, his gaze fell on the remnant sword in front of him, and a trace of complexity quietly disappeared.

Oh, the vicissitudes of life turned into confusion and shock, and at this moment, he was having a splitting headache, subconsciously pulled out the remnant sword in front of him, and muttered to himself,

"Come with me".

In an instant, the vicissitudes of life disappeared, and they disappeared with the wind, as if they had never appeared.

The remnant sword was silent, but the incomparable sword qi slowly converged, and fell silent again.

The remnant sword is no more than a foot, the green and jade color is dim, and the sword body is full of pits, and the mottled marks seem to show its past glory and scars, and what makes Sima Yuan admire the life is still the indomitable tenacious will on the sword body after death.

Sima Yuan muttered to himself, "Wan Qian Jia is unaware of it, and his will to soar to the sky has not disappeared after his death. I think that senior was also the Optimus Pillar Stone of my Sword Peak when he was alive, I wonder if I can swing the sword for Sword Peak again with the kid?"

The sword body groaned, as if it was whispering, more like longing for nostalgia.

Sima Yuan's expression was complicated, ignoring the mixed sword qi flying vertically and horizontally, he gently pinched the scarred sword body inserted on the ground, He ignored the hideous sword wounds in his hand, and gently rubbed this 'remnant veteran', and the two boys who were like mosquitoes and ants fell into his eyes.

Ask the immortals.

Sima Yuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he muttered to himself, "Ask the immortal sword, point to the sky and ask the immortal, unparalleled in the world, the tone is not small, but I don't know what is extraordinary about you?"

Asking the fairy sword was as silent as silence, as if it was dead.

Sima Yuan couldn't put it down, and he whispered to him as if he had been given a treasure.

When he looked at the invisible sword qi raging around him, he was no longer frightened, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

Although Senior Brother Lu did not explain the method of sword quenching that day, the meaning of his subsequent words all revealed that this method was closely related to the aura of nearly 10,000 dormant swords.

Temper your physique with the sword intent of the sword mound and cultivate it!

Sima Yuan looked up, with a hint of decisiveness in his eyes.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, why not take this opportunity to completely sweep away the hidden dangers?"

Sima Yuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and when he looked at the ten thousand broken swords around him with a bleeding face, he could no longer hide a trace of salivation and heat.

He clenched the fairy sword, and passed his heart to the hand holding the sword, regardless of whether the remnant sword could be comprehended or not, the right to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

He walked slowly, his steps were difficult, and the invisible sword qi around him exploded in an instant with Sima Yuan's movement, and they all rushed towards him.

He didn't experience the surrender of ten thousand swords, but he knew a little bit about the hundred swords piercing his heart.

Using sword qi to refine qi path cultivation is tantamount to looking for death.

But at this moment, Sima Yuan grinned, the sword qi on Bai Sen's blood teeth was entangled, and the whole body was cleansed and swept by this fierce sword qi, and all the internal organs were penetrated through the five internal organs.

Outside the court, Wang Hu Zhi was already dumbfounded, and he didn't even see Lu Zhaoyang, who had quietly arrived.

Lu Zhaoyang glanced slightly, looking at the shadow that had already been hiding here, and his face was expressionless.

The shadow was silent, and then it passed away.

At the same time, a few miles away, above the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion.

The two eyes were like dragonflies touching water, and after a slight glance, they instantly retracted.

One is that he doesn't care, and he is safe at will.

One was when Sima Yuan held the remnant sword, he suddenly trembled slightly, and suddenly retracted, like a startled rabbit.

On the top floor of the Sword Pavilion Wall, a plump figure covered his mouth, tears mixed with blood stained a large piece of his chest on his chest.

Only a few suppressed whinings came quietly, and the wind blew away.

Wind and rain, goodbye gentleman.