As soon as Ning Zhe and Jian Lin entered the sword mound, they felt a fierce sword aura rushing towards them, this sword qi did not seem to be manipulated by someone, but the coercion contained in it was extremely violent. （.）

The excited Jian Lin walked in front of Ning Zhe, but the moment this sword qi appeared, his face turned white, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he was already injured a lot, and he stepped back after a few steps.

Ning Zhe stepped forward to hold him up, and then made a move in the air behind the left, and a golden light curtain blocked the two of them, and the pressure on Jian Lin's body suddenly disappeared, and he gasped violently.

"Ning...... Senior Ning, why is the sword qi here so powerful, although it is the first time I have come in, but I am also a mid-level monk in the Xuanguang Realm, and I can't even withstand the outermost sword qi. Jian Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, extremely depressed.

Looking at Jian Lin's appearance, Ning Zhe couldn't help but chuckle: "It's not that you can't bear it, it's that you're not very lucky, this sword mound has obviously not had outsiders come in for a long time, the sword qi here has been accumulated for too long, once there is an outlet for catharsis, the sword qi that has been accumulated for a long time will inevitably gush out as soon as possible." So ......"

Jian Lin figured this out, it turned out that he was too anxious, and his face couldn't help but blush slightly, you must know that he has always been known for his composure and calmness in the White Sword branch, but this time he made a rough mistake, thinking that Senior Ning should blame him.

Ning Zhe didn't take this matter to heart, to know that for a person who practiced swordsmanship, was there anything more important and joyful than entering a sword path holy place like the Sword Shrine?

The golden light curtain in front of the two of them did not disperse, Ning Zhe walked forward, and Jian Lin also followed him cautiously, not daring to step a step, for fear of encountering Jian Moka's counterattack again. Ning Zhe looked at him and couldn't help but laugh again.

There were countless long swords stuck diagonally on the ground of the sword mound, and each long sword seemed to be full of ancient meaning, as if telling the story of their master.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times! This sword mound is really extraordinary, it is simply a history book of swordsmanship......" Looking at the countless remnant swords around him, Ning Zhe couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Jian Lin, who was following Ning Zhe, didn't have such a deep understanding as him, just looking at the fairy sword used by the ancestors of the sword clan beside him in a daze. He had heard the names and portraits of some of them, but there were many more that he had never heard of. Thinking about the scene of the sword clan's prosperity, and then looking at today's sword clan, Jian Lin's heart couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Ning Zhe seemed to feel Jian Lin's mood, turned his head with a smile and said: "Jian Lin, the sword qi in front is too violent, you don't want to go over, I will leave a light curtain for you here, you can cultivate in it, I think it will be of great benefit to your sword dao improvement!"

Jian Lin nodded overjoyedly, originally he was already very satisfied that he was able to follow Ning Zhe in to take a look, but he didn't expect Ning Zhe to be willing to help him cultivate in it, how could this not make him ecstatic.

"That's it, thank you Senior Ning!" Jian Lin said with a bow.

Ning Zhe smiled and said that it didn't matter, he would never be stingy with the people who helped him.

I saw that Ning Zhe's hands were slowly sealed, and golden immortal power gushed out from his palm, condensing an eggshell-filled light mask beside Jian Lin, enveloping his entire person in it.

Jian Lin only felt that the fierceness of the sword intent around his body weakened again, but the sword intent contained in it became more and more intense, and when he was still amazed, he only heard Ning Zhe say: "This light mask will automatically weaken as your sword intent increases, and it will automatically dissipate when you yourself can adapt to the sword qi here." At that time, you must not advance, just wait for me outside the sword shrine, or you will definitely worry about your life!"

Jian Lin had already worshiped Ning Zhe as a god at this time, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so he hurriedly agreed, and sat down cross-legged on the spot to prepare to cultivate.

Ning Zhe walked towards the depths of the sword mound by himself, and he didn't stop until he came to the deepest part of the sword mound.

More than ten zhang in front of him, there was a giant sword standing on the ground, and this giant sword was made of a complete piece of jade, with lines of handwriting on it.

Ning Zhe looked intently, only to see that the names engraved on this giant sword were actually one by one, and after careful observation, he finally determined that this giant sword was the tombstone of the ancestor of the sword clan.

After thinking about it, a faint layer of golden light condensed from his fingertips, and stabbed towards the tombstone, wanting to engrave Jian Bai's name on this tombstone. However, what made him feel strange was that no matter how much he urged the immortal power, there was not the slightest movement on the surface of this tombstone.

"Huh, this tombstone doesn't look very hard, why can't I leave a mark on it?" Ning Zhe couldn't help but ponder.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he condensed a trace of sword intent into the immortal power, and dropped his finger again, this time a dazzling green light suddenly burst out from the tombstone, and in this green light, Ning Zhe finally fell the first hand.

But it was this one that made him almost exhaust the immortal power of his body, and the sword qi around him suddenly became extremely powerful, and he rushed straight towards him.

The sudden change shocked Ning Zhe's heart, and he hurriedly dispersed the sword intent at his fingertips, and used all the immortal power involved to resist these sword qi. After a while, these sword qi finally calmed down, and Ning Zhe also figured out the key.

It turns out that this tombstone must be engraved by the sword intent of the monk, but now Ning Zhe's comprehension of sword intent is not profound, at least it has not reached the level of being able to carve words on the tombstone as he wants, so it will be so difficult.

Ning Zhe, who had figured this out, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, only to see the white light flashing in his hand, and a white ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, which was Jian Bai's sword soul.

He first put this sword soul on the ground, and then sat cross-legged next to the sword soul, the immortal power in his body slowly surged, and the figure of Jian Bai appeared in his mind again, and he began to re-cultivate the sword intent that Jian Bai had taught him.

At that time, when Jian Bai first taught, Ning Zhe was just a minor cultivator refining his own realm, and he didn't even comprehend a tenth of it. However, now that he is already a veritable Xuanguang Realm high-level cultivator, in terms of combat power, I am afraid that ordinary Yuyu Realm beginner cultivators are not his opponents.

Moreover, along the way, Ning Zhe didn't know how many battles he had experienced, and he had a deeper understanding of the use of immortal power and the urging of sword intent, so now he felt like a fish in water when he practiced kendo again......

...