Wine bottles and wine glasses are connected in a line, and countless drinks are poured down, but the wine in the glass is still only half.

Liu Feng looked at the scene in front of him, a little incomprehensible, so he was frightened and pale.

"You just told me that if you don't agree, my Sword Pavilion won't want to practice swords anymore, this threat is really nothing to me. ”

Liu Qing stared at the wine in the cup with both eyes, and said with a smile: "Threats like this, sometimes you can't say it too bluntly, otherwise if the other party is not threatened, everyone's faces will not look good, do you need me to teach you how to threaten people." ”

Zhang Boyuan let out a muffled snort, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but finally, the sword came out three inches, and a bright sword light came out, and in an instant, it took away all the grace in the cave, and even the candle flame falling on the wall dimmed a little.

"People in the world, I don't know that the prince will come to my Sword Pavilion tonight. ”

Hearing this, Liu Feng was stunned, his tall body was a little unstable, and the fear of death was close at hand, he was the one who would experience the extreme weakness.

"Hehe, just kidding, didn't you say it, teach the prince how to threaten people?" A smile resurfaced on Liu Qing's face, and finally put down the wine bottle, with the breaking of the wine, the tight atmosphere around him eased a little, and said with a smile: "Then today, just trouble the prince, go back alone, and I won't send it down." ”

Zhang Boyuan was stunned, alone, do you want to stay here by yourself?

Thinking like this, a fierceness appeared in his eyes, and the long sword took another foot, revealing a purple glow all over his body.

He has been breaking the army for three years, and under his desperate efforts, his power is naturally not to be underestimated.

But he suddenly found that the line he had crossed had not disappeared, it had reappeared, this time on his own body.

Slightly stunned.

Immediately afterward, the clothes around the line shook slightly, and then shattered.

Zhang Boyuan's pupils shrank, and his stunned expression turned into fear and despair.

In his eyes, in the sea of knowledge, the air was covered with a line with one line, densely packed.

Liu Feng is not a martial arts practitioner, but he also saw those lines, because between the lines, there was blood.

......

The sword tomb of the Sword Pavilion, although the entrance is on this naturally formed rock wall, is hidden deep in the belly of the mountain, originally it was just a small hole, and then after countless people do not know how many generations of development, it finally formed the vast scene of today.

The sword grave, also called the sword mound, is the tomb of the sword.

The Sword Pavilion believes that the sword is a living sword spirit, whether it is an abandoned sword that is abandoned after practicing the sword, or a sword that is abandoned and abandoned after retiring to the rivers and lakes, it is the corpse of the sword.

And the sword tomb is the resting place of the sword.

When he arrived here, Li Wenshuo finally understood why he didn't see any young people outside the Sword Pavilion.

Because the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion is here all day long, they concentrate on it, whether they are sword forging or sword practice, no matter how talented they are, whether they are perceptive or not, all their thoughts and energy are on the sword in their hands.

As far as the eye can see, tens of thousands of swords stand here, and in the air, there is a faint whistling sound, which is very magnificent.

Luo Jiuyi walked in front, frowned, and continued to walk in, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion on the side, when they saw them, they only glanced up, but more of them were not even willing to spend this glance.

Walking inside, the number of people is decreasing, and the number of swords is also decreasing, no longer like the periphery before, ten thousand swords stand on the ground, densely packed like a sword forest.

The two stopped, not because of anything else, but there was a hunched old woman in front of them blocking the way, and her gray hair was scattered in front of them, and they couldn't see their appearance.

Li Wenshuo thought about the explanation of the guy from Liushan before coming here, and suddenly took a few steps forward, and said with a smile: "This is the ghost mother-in-law who guards the sword tomb?"

The man nodded, his voice was hoarse, and he said in a cold voice: "That kid Liu Qing is a person who doesn't like to follow the rules, alas, there is no way, he is the pavilion master, let him go, if you want to go inside, just follow me?"

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo's attitude was even more respectful, although he didn't know who this senior was, but since the sword ghost Liu Qing was just a hairy boy in his eyes, then the seniority of this senior was also terrifying.

The steps of the few people were slow, but they still quickly reached the depths of the Sword Pavilion, because the rest of the people and swords were no longer visible here.

At the forefront, there is only a small sword tomb surrounded by bluestone, and the three swords are inserted together, which is particularly distinctive.

Looking at these four swords, the ghost mother-in-law bowed slightly, and her back was almost buried on the ground, and after a long while, she raised her head and said: "This is the sword tomb left by the ancestor of my Sword Pavilion Sect, he has worked hard all his life, cast four swords, and left everything here after his death." ”

Luo Jiuyi had already closed his eyes at this moment to comprehend the ethereal sword soul in the air, and Li Wenshuo was extremely curious, and said: "Since there are four swords, why are there only three swords here." ”

The ghost mother-in-law did not answer this question directly, turned her head to look at the three already mottled swords, and said: "The first sword, called bamboo cutting, is fierce and fierce, indestructible, and the ancestors used it to compete with the heroes of Shu before the weak crown. ”

"The second sword, called herring, was used before the age of thirty, and it was ominous to injure the righteous by mistake, and it was abandoned in the deep valley. This sword has been abandoned in the deep valley, so it is not in the sword mound. ”

"The third sword, called the Tiger Idiot, the Xuantie heavy sword, cast by the meteoric iron outside the sky, is still extremely sharp, sharpened like mud, and the ancestors were rampant all over the world before the age of forty. ”

"The fourth sword, no name and no surname, just an ordinary iron sword cast by a dozen taels of silver under the mountain, has been corroded so far, after the ancestor is forty years old, he is not stuck in things, and the grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. ”

After the ghost mother-in-law finished speaking, she seemed to be a little sentimental, and she didn't care about them, turned around and walked towards the darkness on the side.

As a fellow sword practitioner, Li Wenshuo looked at the three swords standing side by side in front of him, and was also slightly silent, bowed and saluted, and followed Luo Jiuyi to feel the soul of ten thousand swords that existed in this sword pavilion.

In the previous conversation, he also roughly understood.

Even if Du Shengtian asked Bashu how miraculous he was, it would be impossible for him to have a real life long ago.

It is nothing more than the separation of a soul, and the final fusion is only the completion of the soul.

After Luo Jiuyi's cultivation was completed, she also discovered her own shortcomings, she was only one soul and one soul among the three souls and seven spirits of the White Lotus monk, no matter how she cultivated, the achievements she could achieve in her heart were limited.

But her cultivation speed was also extremely fast, because her soul and soul had divided almost all of the White Lotus Monk's martial arts talents.

As long as she can make her divine soul complete, even if it is only temporary, she can raise her cultivation to a terrifying level in a very short period of time.

Although it is not clear whether Du Shengtian asked Bashu whether he had the means to restrain himself, no matter how he said it, he would not be powerless to resist.

However, the sword soul is ethereal, and the quality is uneven, even if her consciousness is now greatly increased, she can only feel them, and there is no other way to do it.

This was just expected, so she was not disappointed, and collecting the sword soul to replenish herself was more stable than using the living soul, but it was also much more difficult.

The thoughts slowly spread out, and in her mind, the objects around her were all plated with a layer of red gold.

However, those free sword souls in the air are still a little ethereal, not to mention floating up and down, even if they are fixed there, the feeling is not clear.

It's not because her sense of consciousness is not strong, but because of these sword souls.

"It's too weak. ”

Luo Jiuyi sighed.

Too much time has passed, and even these famous swords that once shocked the world are now with their masters, dust to dust, and dust to earth.

It was a bit disappointing, but it wasn't a surprise.

Collecting the sword soul to complete herself is just an attempt, if it doesn't work, she naturally has other methods, but in comparison, it is really a subordinate strategy.

Just when Luo Jiuyi turned around and wanted to leave, he found that Li Wenshuo was standing in place with his eyes closed, looking like he was out of the world.

Luo Jiuyi frowned, subconsciously took two steps back, and at the same time restrained his consciousness to avoid interfering with Li Wenshuo.