Ning Zhe naturally didn't appreciate Shangguan Yanran's hard work, and at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and after solving the matter in the dense forest, it could be regarded as the end of his thoughts. The first of his three things is finally done, and then it's time for the second thing, that is, to find the sword clan, and then bury the sword soul of the man in white.

Regarding the location and related matters of the Sword Clan, he had asked the Elf King and the elders of the Raven Clan before, but he had not received reliable information. It's just that the elder of the Raven Clan said that a long time ago, he had seen some black-clothed men with long swords in a place called Sword Casting Mountain, which was 300,000 miles away from the dense forest.

Although the words were unknown, this was the only piece of news that Ning Zhe had gotten, and after asking the specific location of the Sword Casting Mountain, Ning Zhe flew towards it.

After five days, Ning Zhe finally came to the surroundings of the Sword Casting Mountain, only to see that the scenery here was completely different from the dense forest, and there were towering glaciers everywhere, like a long sword that pierced straight into the sky.

After a moment of silence, he sat cross-legged in place, the purple light on his body gradually emanated, and his sword intent merged into the air, hoping to find some similar sword intent through this method, and then track the traces of the sword clan.

However, just as his sword intent was spreading, he heard a faint sound of fighting on the other side of the glacier.

In this way, his plan naturally could not be carried out, so he had to put away the sword intent around him, and his body disappeared into the air as soon as he moved, and when he reappeared, he was already at the top of the glacier.

Looking down, I saw a group of black-clothed swordsmen besieging three white-clothed men, among the three white-clothed men, one of whom was a white-haired old man, and two of whom were younger, who should be the juniors of the old man.

The old man's cultivation was in the middle of the Xuanguang Realm, while the two young men had just entered the Xuanguang Realm, and they were already in a state of exhaustion under the siege of the group of white-clothed people.

The number of people in this group of black-clothed people was about a dozen, and the two with the highest cultivation level were both at the middle level of the Xuanguang Realm, and the others were only at the beginning level of the Xuanguang Realm. Thinking about it, they also saw that the three men in white couldn't hold on for long, so they weren't in a hurry, they should want to drag these three people to death.

"Hmph, Jianlin, it's better for you to obediently tie your hands and arrest it, so that I can explain it to the patriarch, and I promise not to embarrass you, what do you think?" The monk with the highest cultivation among the black-clothed people said coldly, but the long sword in his hand did not pause at all, and the black sword qi gushed out from it, and it actually became more and more powerful.

The beard of the white-clothed old man was scattered, and his breath began to gradually become unstable, but the essence in his eyes did not retreat in the slightest, and he only heard him say sharply: "Jian Chen, you still die of this heart, and the people of my white sword branch would rather die in battle than surrender!"

"I really can't imagine that Jian Bai has been dead for so long, and you are still so stubborn, if it weren't for the kindness of the Sword Black Patriarch, I'm afraid you would have been wiped out long ago!" Jian Chen laughed.

"Phew!" Jian Lin said after taking a sip.

"Don't think I don't know, if it weren't for Madame's bitter plea for Kenhei, he would have killed us a long time ago. Besides, Lord Kenbai has been missing for so long, but there is no news of his death. I think Jian Hei is also scrupling about Lord Jian Bai, haha......"

Jian Lin's face showed a touch of madness, as if the name Jian Bai made the anger in his heart even worse.

"Damn, you dare to sarcastically mock the patriarch and kill them for me!" Jian Chen was furious after hearing Jian Lin's words, and the black sword qi in his hand gushed out, and swept towards Jian Lin.

At this time, Jian Lin's immortal power had been exhausted, and he no longer had the strength to resist the other party's attack, but he still used all his strength to push the two young people around him to the side, and said angrily: "Jian Gang Jian Run, you guys run!"

"Hmph, where are you going?

Jian Chen's words rose again, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned and stabbed towards the two young men.

Jian Lin's face showed a touch of despair, and he cried out in a lost voice: "Lord Jianbai, if you are here, why are we here!"

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell violently for a moment, and he was about to explode to death.

However, at this moment, a vast coercion fell from the sky, directly suppressing his surging immortal power.

At the same time, a black mang flew diagonally from the side, stopping Jian Chen, who was chasing and killing the two young men, behind the black mang.

"Bastard, who is it?" Jian Chen shouted violently, and the long sword in his hand was sent forward again, and the black sword light skyrocketed by dozens of zhang.

But what frightened Jian Chen was that even though he had already activated the immortal power in his body, the long sword in his hand still made a crisp sound when it touched the black mang, and then broke into several pieces of scrap metal and fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned for a while, they never expected that they would bite the gold halfway, and Jian Lin was even more surprised, because at the same time as the vast coercion dissipated, a man in black appeared beside him, and this person was Ning Zhe.

Originally, Ning Zhe didn't want to make a move, he had seen too many of the weak and the strong along the way, and the cultivation realm was like this, if he saw one and saved one, then I was afraid that he would be too busy to exhaust him.

However, just as Jian Lin was about to explode himself, Ning Zhe's eyes lit up, and the aura emanating from Jian Lin's body at this time was similar to the aura emanating from the man in white that day.

However, it was this glimmer of similarity that saved Jian Lin's life.

Ning Zhe looked at the frightened and inexplicable Jianlin, and said with a smile: "Your name is Jianlin, who are you?"

Jian Lin was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to speak, but he heard Jian Chen in the distance shouting: "Who are you?

The smile on Ning Zhe's face was still the same, and he turned to look at Jian Chen and said, "There are many people who have said this to me, but now that I am alive and well, they have already gone to hell, who do you say is dying?"

Jian Chen's face was gloomy and terrifying, but he never dared to act rashly, knowing that the person who could break the long sword in his hand at will would probably not take too much effort to kill him.

"Hmph, since you are determined to protect them today, then count them lucky, but I hope I don't let me touch you again, otherwise you must look good, let's go!" Jian Chen snorted coldly, and after saying a few words, he turned around and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, he heard a chuckle from behind him: "I hate people threatening me the most, if you want to leave, I'm afraid it's not so easy......"