【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Sword Peak, Sword Shrine】

In the arms of the three peaks, it took Fang Xiaoqian less than half an hour to finally come here.

He looked up and saw that there was a mist all around, and a sword stuck in the secluded ridge of the mountain, which could be seen from a long distance.

A cool breeze whistled, blowing away a trace of mist in front of the boy.

"A lot of ......" Fang Xiaoqian looked at the place, and the shadow of a sword weapon was like a shrub, spreading out from his feet, and there was no end at a glance.

Fang Xiaoqian stepped forward and walked into this pool of sword mounds, those swords seemed to have spirituality, knowing that there was someone coming, they groaned faintly in the wind.

Each one longs for an owner to take it out of here, and the sword mound is also the tomb of the sword, and no sword weapon wants to sleep forever.

Fang Xiaoqian looked at the long swords at his feet as he walked, some of the sword bodies were only half, some of the long swords were baring their teeth, and some of the big swords had broken their blades into a few pieces.

The hilt of each sword is intact, because it was difficult to destroy it when it was forged, and at this moment there are wooden plaques hanging from them, and the wooden plaques are engraved with words. Fang Xiaoqian read them one by one, these are all names that were not recorded in "Qing Mingzhi Bingwei".

"Light Huai, provoke the roll, Fan Yuxing, Nuo Yan Mountain, Cailuo, listen to the leaves in the autumn, carry the flames, cross the soldiers, seize the cool, Li Shiwei, the rain crown, the wind cut ......" Fang Xiaoqian muttered the name of the sword weapon with the handle in a low voice, but after walking for a long time, he didn't see a slightly complete sword, most of which were more or less broken.

The passage of time seemed to be unknown in the valley, but an hour had passed.

Fang Xiaoqian had already walked to the center of the sword mound with Feng Xingpan on his back, the fog was much thicker, and there was a tall stone tower not far from him, with a sword weapon inserted horizontally.

He walked to the bottom of the stone tower, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the top above.

"I'm not the only one here. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Fang Xiaoqian, and he suddenly looked back, only to see a young man slowly walking out of the mist not far away.

Through the faint glow, Fang Xiaoqian could see his appearance clearly, the man was not tall, wearing an ink-like robe, his hair was tied back with a red cloth, and two strands of sideburns hung down on his chest.

"You're here in the Spirit Rhino Realm, amazing!" The young man approached, smiled and reported to his family: "My name is Song Zhigu, the seventh disciple of Li Taibai, the peak master of Jingting Peak, and the little friend is fortunate to meet." ”

"I've seen Senior Brother Song. Fang Xiaoqian clasped his hands into fists, and then said: "Senior disciple Fang Xiaoqian is a junior disciple of Qin Guan Ju of Lu Yao Peak. ”

"It turned out to be Qin Jianxian's disciple, and he was really lucky. Song Zhigu said with a smile.

Fang Xiaoqian was puzzled: "Do you also know the family teacher?"

"The eighty-one peak masters of the Lingxiao Sword Sect are all relatively young leaders in the sect, but there are only a few sword immortals who have entered the sainthood, and Qin Jianxian's reputation is still very great. Song Zhigu explained.

Fang Xiaoqian realized this, he looked at the young man and asked, "Senior Brother Song came to get the sword, can you get it?"

"Haha! It's not so easy, I've only been here for more than an hour, and if I found it, I'd have already left, where would I still wander around this hellish place. Song Zhigu smiled, then he looked at the stone tower and said, "When I came, the family teacher said that there is a stone tower in the center of the sword mound, and the sword on it is the real good sword, and it seems that this should be the place." ”

"I also think that the hidden quality of the sword weapon on this is better, and even the sword chant is louder. Fang Xiaoqian also bowed his forehead, the swords at the bottom of the stone tower in front of him were almost complete, and they were no longer like those broken swords on the road when they came.

"Senior Brother Fang, I'll go up first. After Song Zhigu finished speaking, true qi came out from under his feet, wrapped his legs, and saw a light step into the void, directly into the dense fog, and disappeared.

Fang Xiaoqian looked a little envious, and couldn't help but secretly think in his heart that it would be good if he could also release his true qi, and he jumped up and took a good sword.

He was just thinking that he was about to climb the stone tower, when suddenly a figure fell sharply from above and landed beside him.

It was Song Zhigu who had just come up to control the qi that fell back to his place, he grinned, showing an ugly look, and only came back to his senses for a long time and said: "This stone tower will absorb the true qi, and it can only be climbed! I don't know which great power in the sect has broken his heart and eyes, and he has laid such a ban." ”

"What then?" Fang Xiaoqian asked.

"Crawl. Song Zhigu smiled bitterly at him.

Fang Xiaoqian stepped on a sword weapon that was inserted diagonally into the stone under his feet, and was climbing upward, and Song Zhigu was not far from him, on the other side of the stone tower.

"Why can't these swords be pulled out?" Fang Xiaoqian had just taken a fancy to a sword named "Jiemo", but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out of the stone tower, and then he tried a few more swords, one by one.

"When Senior Brother Fang came, didn't that Ming Zhenren tell you? This sword mound sword hunt not only depends on luck, but also on fate. Like the sword on this stone tower, it is very powerful, and if it does not recognize you, it will not be able to take it away. Song Zhigu's voice came from the other end.

"Then if I don't have a sword to recognize me, wouldn't I have to return in vain?" Fang Xiaoqian wondered.

"Yes, so when you come across a sword that can be taken out, you must take it out, and you must not be greedy. ”

Fang Xiaoqian finally understood the meaning of "fate" that the real person said before, and immediately stretched out his hand to try a sword to see if he could touch a sword that could be taken out, there was not much time left, if it was delayed, it was likely that he would really not be able to take the sword.

Each disciple of this sword mound can only come once, and if he can't get the sword, he can only blame him for not having that fate.

The opportunity is not easy, only once. Fang Xiaoqian was struggling to find the sword at the moment, when suddenly the stone tower shook, and Song Zhigu on the other side came out of the tower with a long sword.

When he fell to the ground, he was already holding a four-foot long sword in his hand, the body of the sword was only a finger's width, and the sign tied to the hilt of the sword was engraved with the words "Shadow Breaking Stream".

Hiss –

"Good sword!" Song Zhigu waved his arm, and a mottled sword qi slashed straight out, cutting into the depths of the ghostly light.

Fang Xiaoqian saw it clearly, his eyes were full of envy, and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Song for taking the sword." ”

Song Zhigu held the sword, his fingers carefully stroked the blade, and his eyes were full of joy, "Hahaha! It's really a good sword, this sword shadow can definitely enter the "Qing Mingzhi Soldier's Might"!"

With a fingertip horizontal, he touched the sharp blade, and in an instant, two blood stains flowed out of Song Zhigu's hand, which filled the sword body of the shadow.

In an instant, the blood melted into the sword.

Since then, the master of this shadow is him, Song Zhigu.

He raised his head, looked at Fang Xiaoqian above the stone tower, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Fang, I have obtained the sword, so I will not stay anymore." ”

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Song for good luck. Fang Xiaoqian nodded, he knew that it was not easy to find a sword, and he also felt high in his heart for Song Zhigu, who had already obtained a sword.

"I also wish Senior Brother Fang good luck!" Song Zhigu said with a smile, and then he took the shadow sword and walked with it, flying straight up until it disappeared into the nether mist.

Fang Xiaoqian turned his head, his eyes became resolute, and he silently muttered in his heart: "I must also get the sword today!"