There are many kinds of formations in Qingyun Mountain, among which the Heavenly Sword Peak is second only to Qingyun Peak in strength and density because of the existence of the Sword Shrine Forbidden Land. And at this moment, eighty percent of the inner disciples on the Heavenly Sword Peak had already rushed to the Cangzhou battlefield, and the peak master Shen Tu Lie also rushed with the master and others to help the front line of the Northern Regions, where the situation was most tense, and the entire Heavenly Sword Peak was much deserted all of a sudden, and the elders of the Heavenly Sword Peak opened all the formations that were usually closed, in order to make up for the gaps caused by the lack of patrol disciples as much as possible.

It's a pity that these formations that can keep ordinary disciples out of the door seem to be a little lacking in front of the real formation grandmaster.

Chang Xi, who was hidden in his own back garden, went straight to the Heavenly Sword Peak with ease, and came to the forbidden place of the sword mound as if no one was around, and deliberately moved the forbidden place with his hand, attracting the attention of several disciples stationed in the forbidden land, and the light on the token strung with a green rope around his waist flashed slightly, and he walked straight into the sword mound.

Swords are like people, whether they are immortal soldiers or ordinary iron weapons, they all have their own lives, and when they retire to the rivers and lakes, the sword mound is their final destination. Unlike the sword pond with 3,000 hidden swords on the Tibetan Dao Peak, the sword mound with buried swords is far more than 100,000 swords, and the atmosphere is majestic beyond the imagination of outsiders.

The majestic sword qi that was so thick that it was no different from the entity swept into a tide in the sword mound space, tirelessly cleansing the hundred thousand sharp swords resting here over and over again. There is no formation set up in the sword mound, because this ubiquitous wave of sword qi is the best protection, and without a deep kendo heritage, it is difficult to move an inch here.

Chang Xi passed through the ten thousand swords, and his fingers crossed the hilts of these sharp swords that were silent here, which were full of the heavy precipitation of history, and his heart couldn't help but surge, and his eyes slowly unfolded a magnificent picture of countless Qingyun Mountain masters and ancestors holding swords to open up mountains and rivers. In addition to sighing, I can't help but sigh that time is the sharpest sword.

"No matter how time flies, is my sword's heart still the same?"

When the wave of sword qi in the sword mound encountered Chang Xi's reef, it split into two strands and surrounded him, Chang Xi had a faint trace of great understanding in his heart, but the mysterious and uncertain feeling was too ethereal and illusory, and there was no way to grasp it in his hand immediately.

Chang Xi smiled slightly, and did not force it, the boat was naturally straight to the bridge, and there was no hurry.

Gradually, into the depths of the sword mound, what greeted me was a huge sword-shaped stone stele, with four slots in front of the stele, but only three swords of different shapes were buried.

Chang Xi had heard the sixth senior sister say that the four-grooved sacrificial sword in the sword mound was the four swords used by Qingyunzi, the founder of Qingyun Mountain, in his life.

The first is a nameless sword with blue glitter, the inscription is engraved under the sword groove: fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the Huizhou heroes; The third sword is a decayed wooden sword with only seventeen inscriptions, but it makes people inexplicably excited.

After the year of establishment, it is not stuck in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be swords.

The fourth sword trough was empty, "Could it be that the fourth sword is the inheritance of the previous generations?" Chang Xi thought in his heart, looked down at the inscription under the fourth sword trough, and suddenly his blood boiled!

A hundred years of sword cultivation, all things are swords.

What a stunning!

Chang Xi took a deep breath and bowed respectfully towards the sword-shaped stone stele.

Chang Xi carefully felt the subtle fluctuations in the wave of sword qi in the sword shrine that were imperceptible to others, and peeled off the cocoon, only looking for the source of the sword qi of the dual attributes of ice and fire, and soon found the beautiful line of red and blue in the surging sword qi that was as complex as a ball of threads, and he continued to grope towards the end of the sword shrine along this line.

After a long pause, a warm smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth, and he finally saw his master.

Yun Wei was kneeling cross-legged in several overlapping spirit gathering formations at the moment, and his beautiful faces were full of solemn expressions, reflecting each other with the white chiffon that he preferred, giving people a sense of holiness and inviolability. The woman's two plain hands were folded on her abdomen, and the ice and fire swords floated beside her, and while she absorbed the pure spiritual energy in the spirit gathering array, she also carefully refined the rich sword qi that had been sealed in the sword mound for hundreds of years.

The woman's body is yin, and in addition to the strong sword aura in the sword shrine where the sun is not seen all day long, the amazing chill is not trivial. It is not impossible to stay in the Sword Shrine for a while with his strong kendo foundation and cultivation, but this youngest peak master in the Nine Peaks of Qingyun Mountain has been in retreat in the Sword Shrine for several years, and the cold qi accumulated in his body has already reached a terrifying level, and despite the help of the Ice Spirit Root, the situation is still not optimistic.

The ups and downs of the Transformation Realm cultivation in the woman's body are indeed in the final bottleneck, as long as the breakthrough is successful, she can become the power of the refining realm at the tip of the pyramid of Kyushu.

Yun Wei is not ruthless to himself.

Although she has a dual-attribute spirit root of ice and fire, her ability to refine cold qi is far inferior to that of a single-attribute ice spirit root. So she simply didn't care about it, and planned to use the sword intent and cold qi in the sword mound to break through to the refining realm in one fell swoop, as for what kind of sequelae would fall in the future, it would be a matter for the future. Without the cultivation of refining the Void Realm, how could she avenge her unfortunate death?

Chang Xi slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the woman, the ice and fire sword floating on the side recognized who the man in front of him was, the sword qi fluctuated with joy, and the woman's frowning eyebrows had a moment of dazedness and hesitation, and the tears in the corners of her eyes had just flowed through her cheeks, and they were frozen into clear ice beads by the bone-chilling cold air on her body.

Chang Xi stretched out his hand, gently wiped the ice beads on his face for the woman who loved him like a son, bit his fingers, and the golden blood flowed in the spirit gathering array, only in the blink of an eye, the original dark blue spirit gathering formation turned into dazzling pure gold, several lines in the spirit gathering array were quietly changed by him, and the gathering power increased several times, and the sword mound suddenly appeared in the sky above the spiritual energy riot, and all the pure spiritual energy on the entire Heavenly Sword Peak gathered, and there was even a spring rain of rich spiritual energy gathering in the sky above the sword mound.

The golden light became more and more brilliant, the frost condensed on Yun Wei's eyelashes melted away, and the vast qi in his body climbed the stairs again, and began to impact the last shackles leading to the Refining Void Realm.

Chang Xi knelt in front of his master and kowtowed respectfully three times.

"May the master be invincible in the world in the realm of refining. ”

The murmur echoed in the sword mound for a long time, but there was no longer a figure of Fang Cai'er.

Outside the sword mound, a black shirt raised a bright sword light and went straight to the sky, and above the sea of clouds, there was a huge warship with hideous wings bathed in the sun and waited for a long time, almost covering the sky and the sun.

The whole army of the cave on the deck of the battleship was assembled, which was much more than when he went.

The demon beasts of the ten clans under the Qinglong Pond are all powerful, and the young master who has really grown up since returning from the Yellow Spring, his eyes are slightly moist.

The three dragon sons and the Great Elder and Great Worship of the Sea Clan, who had come all the way from the Ten Thousand Immortal Gate, looked at the golden sword light that had escaped, smiled and nodded.

The white-clothed female sword fairy with bare lotus feet in the bow of the ship smiled, "Where are you going?"

Chang Xi pointed to the Western Regions and said heroically: "Target Cangzhou, set sail!"