On the top of the cliff, the "sword" qi Xiaoyin "pounced" and fell into the clear pool.

At the same time, at the bottom of the mountain cliff, thousands of sword weapons rose and fell, converging into a sea that only belonged to swords.

An Ning didn't know that just above his head not far away, the casual throw of the Sword Pavilion's Master of the Law might determine his future.

He just lay on the edge of the ancient plank road, looking at this picture, silent.

This was the first time he had seen so many swords come out of nowhere, although this place was a Sword Pavilion, but so many swords, it was a little too amazing.

An Ning swallowed his dry throat, he scratched the right side of his face, looking at the cliff-like ravines in front of him, and a faint feeling of despair gradually permeated his heart.

There is no plank road in the empty valley, and the birds in the deep ravine are separated by mountains.

You can't step on these different swords and go all the way, right?

Although these swords looked rusty and about to decay, the sword intent that filled the ravines showed that they were extremely powerful.

And one by one flies higher than anyone else, so proud, will be willing to be trampled on the soles of his feet?

That black short stick, oh no, now it looked more like a black broken sword, and it was gradually rising towards the center under the embrace of the sea of swords.

So the sea of swords swayed layer by layer, and countless swords scattered in all directions, like soldiers standing in rows.

Thousands of different sword intents are intertwined with each other, slightly mixed, they belong to these tens of millions of swords, and they once belonged to different swordsmen.

Whether you are a high-ranking sword immortal or a swordsman in the market, as long as you use a sword and have a chivalrous heart.

Then you are a swordsman.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the morning sun on the top of the cliff rarely spilled into the valley bottom, and the ten million swords were suspended in the crimson warm light.

But why do these countless flying swords treat a black broken sword as if the king has returned?

An Ning's mind understood the idea of these ten million swords almost instantly.

Because before An Ning came here, there were actually pieces of dead sword graves here.

This is the sword mound of the Sword Pavilion.

They once belonged to a swordsman of the Sword Pavilion, and he walked the world with pride all his life.

However, the swordsman will eventually usher in the day of death, and when the swordsman is lonely, the old sword will wither.

Countless broken swords, broken swords, unwilling to be arrogant, some hesitant to compromise...

They all return to Shu Mountain,

They all sink to the bottom.

So in the end, they also have to be willing to accept decay.

This is the real sword of death.

But just today, a former companion, with a teenager, appeared in front of them again.

The young man did not accept compromise, so he followed a broken sword and passed through the Sword Pavilion Sword Formation where Dao Dao sharp sword qi was intertwined.

This sword array, which is arranged alone in the back mountain, not only isolates the outside world, but also completely imprisons the arrogance of this peerless sword at the bottom.

The black broken sword stood high in the center of the sea of swords, and then it shuttled wantonly, as if high-five with an old friend who had not seen each other for many years, and the sea of swords "roared".

The sea of swords surged, and the black broken sword suddenly hovered on the side of the ancient plank road.

An Ning looked at the black broken sword that he could reach in front of him, and thought that he was going to stop here.

I saw that the black short sword's dark sword body trembled slightly, and an ethereal sound groaned from inside the sword body.

The surrounding sea of swords suddenly erupted into a sky-high sword roar!

An Ning understood what Jian Hai meant almost instantly—

It's a plea, and at the same time, an invitation is being extended to him.

The sea of swords was begging for peace to take them away, because the black broken sword really awakened their sword souls, and also awakened their unwillingness to be buried for many years.

Now these countless swords are veterans and wounded soldiers.

But the pride in their hearts tells them that even if they die, they must die on the "battlefield" of their existence.

Well, kids.

Will you take us out of this prison of heaven and earth?

Are you willing to rely on your own desire for freedom to bring us back to the "life" we love?

And we are willing to be your invincible sword.

Therefore, Lao Jian is also inviting teenagers.

The black broken sword was getting closer and closer to An Ning, and its round head gently touched An Ning's scarred arm.

An Ning bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly.

It was the first time he had been so connected to the Black Broken Sword, and it was so intense!

So he didn't even think about it, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the black broken sword directly!

So at the moment when An Ning touched the black broken sword, thousands of old swords burst out of their only remaining strength almost at the same time!

The sword light soared into the sky at that moment!

After a dazzling burst of light, thousands of sword bodies seemed to have just been washed by the winter rain, reflecting the light like stars.

Ten thousand flying swords whizzed through the air and flew up, forming a long belt that stretched straight between the mountain cliffs, calmly and excitedly spread at the feet of Anning.

Ten thousand flying swords followed closely alongside, and ten thousand swords roared in unison, drawing a straight line in the sky, protecting the side of Tranquility and Crispy.

The 10,000 flying swords used their remaining strength to exude unimaginable coercion, and the Dao Flying Swords were originally suspended in the air, but they took the initiative to slash towards the sword formation trapped in them, making a crisp or heavy and hoarse clashing sound.

Tens of millions of flying swords stood in the air, orderly, and at the very end of them was a black broken sword, with a boy and a girl.

This time, the black broken sword did not take the initiative to pull An Ning.

Because this time, it was An Ning who held the black broken sword in his hand, and stepped heavily on the bodies of each almost decaying old sword.

Take the initiative to move forward, but at the same time carry the pride of being trampled on the old sword...

An Ning took the crispy little hand, walked to the end in silence, and stepped over the cliff.

The top of the cliff is overhead.

Then he suddenly turned around and bowed deeply to the ten thousand old swords.

The old sword is still there, but it is no longer in the style of the past.

These old swords are more or less mutilated, rusty and mottled, and they look sad and pitying.

But in the warm red sun, these swords exude a unique aura of cold pride.

Just as An Ning was about to step on the ancient plank road of the cliff on the other side and continue to crawl up.

The sea of swords collectively erupted into a roar again.

I saw 10,000 flying swords set up a long belt again, and silence spread at the feet of An Ning.

10,000 flying swords stretch for thousands of miles, guarding Zhou Tian.

10,000 flying swords bravely "killed the enemy" and broke the ban on sword formations.

This time, it is the Shu Dao of thousands of flying swords, and the blue sky of two people.

......

At the top of the cliff, in front of Qingtan, there was a majestic figure standing quietly, and another figure holding a big umbrella, and the two stood quietly on the stream rock.

The small prints in the pond float and float heavily, and the ripples are broken and round.

The lake is calm.

Gu Yuan stroked his beard and sighed regretfully.

But immediately after that, behind the grass house, the back cliff was full of sword energy!

Gu Yuan and Di Li suddenly turned around.

Countless flying swords seemed to cover the sky, and slowly lifted a head from behind the mountain—

I saw An Ning climb up with a hard tug of crispy.

Fresh air from the top of the cliff quickly poured into his dry throat, a feeling of sadness and dryness in his throat, and a tingling tear in his chest.

An Ning took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the sad feeling in her heart.

It wasn't until he was tugging on his arm excitedly that he saw Lu Li smiling and holding an umbrella not far away.

An Ning happily raised the black broken sword high, and the sword roared lightly.

Di Li put away the big umbrella and praised gently.

"Oh, it's a good sword. ”

Then Di Li opened his arms, and Crispy quickly rushed to Di Li's arms.

A trot accelerated, stepping on the rocks and jumping lightly.

Crispy accidentally kicked a jujube pit along the way.

The jujube pit suddenly bounced into the pool water, and the silverfish at the bottom of the water showed their heads and pecked lightly, and the ripples on the surface of the pool rippled again.

Broken and round, stirring up a small seal in the heart of the pool, floating and sinking, it seems to never stop.

"Eh, I put it on the stream stone after eating that night, and I wanted to pick it up and throw it away, but before I could pick it up, I was taken away by Grandpa Zhanglu... Hey"

Crispy scratched her playful and stubborn short hair embarrassedly and said to Di Li.

At the same time, Di Li looked at Gu Yuan, who was not smiling, with a malicious smile.

Di Li staggered and said: "A peck and a drink, cause and effect are certain, cause and effect are certain..."