Qingzhou got the sword heart in the Liuyu Sword Boat, and the whole person was like being reborn, as if he had found a goal in the confused future, and now he saw the words of the Sword Grinding Tianzun, which was a higher level of the sword heart, which benefited Qingzhou a lot. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Novels.23txt.

Suddenly, Qing Zhou looked at those words and felt a sense of familiarity, and his eyes unconsciously left two lines of tears, and a similar scene appeared in front of him.

A tall figure stands in front of the desk, with his left hand behind his back, and a wolf hair in his right hand, bending slightly and bowing his head to write. This is a memory from the depths of the ninja swordsman's soul.

The sudden emotion was so profound that Qing Zhou couldn't control it, and he actually left tears out of thin air.

"Jin Daoyou, I want to go and walk for some calligraphy and painting, can I do it?" asked Qing Zhou, wiping away tears and pointing to the wall.

At this time, Yue Qianjun and the others had already turned over all the bookshelves, carefully checked the cover content of each book, and even the wooden shelves were not spared, and they never found anything.

Jin Yan nodded, "Qingzhou Daoist friends, but it doesn't hurt to take them, these calligraphy and paintings are ownerless things." ”

Qingzhou selects a pair of characters and a pair of paintings, rolls them up and puts them in the storage ring.

Seeing Qingzhou's movements, Yue Qianjun followed closely behind, and also took a pair of calligraphy and paintings, Yang Hechen and Qi Bukeyi gourd painting scoops, and also collected the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Jin Yan smiled at first, but when he saw the movements of the four people, his smile stopped suddenly, "Miscalculated, could it be that Qingzhou knows the inside story, and wants to use the residual sword grinding Tianzun breath in the calligraphy and painting, and wants to stimulate something to hide the space." ”

"I also like these calligraphy and paintings, so I'll take some!" Jin Yan explained with a smile, and also took a pair of calligraphy and paintings and accepted them.

The five of them are all sword cultivators who are determined to enter the supreme realm of swordsmanship, not only are they strong-willed, but they also have wisdom and comprehension that they are the choice of the moment, knowing that there are many opportunities in the floating island, since this space is not very rewarding, they will immediately make a decision and go to the next moment space.

In a certain space, the air is rich in gold, turning into wisps of light visible to the naked eye, and the plants and trees growing here are all glowing with metallic light, and they are hard to knock on with your hands, making a muffled sound like a bronze bell.

The seven-colored light in the air flew around, like a staggering rainbow, if you carefully capture the whereabouts of these lights, these lights will be transformed back into a flying sword magic weapon with its own spirituality.

"Haha, the Falling Dust Sword, the treasure of the avenue, I didn't expect my An Zhizuo to get such a treasure, it is really blessed by the heavens. ”

A monk laughed, and the flying sword kept shuttling around him, and countless dusty points of light appeared on the body of Sen Leng's sword, which looked like the Flying Sword of the Great Dao.

"My Waterfall Sword is not weak, it is also a treasure of the Great Dao. ”

The monk standing on the other side was suspended in the air, and a waterfall like a silver cloth fell in front of him, constantly splashing droplets of water like broken gold and jade, and each drop of water was a sword qi with amazing lethality.

In this space, only these two monks stood on the ground, and dozens of corpses lay on the ground beneath their feet.

"No one thought that we were so lucky to find the sword training room of the disciples of the Sword Grinding Tianzun, the foundation of the floating island is really amazing, and even the flying sword that practices is at the level of the treasure of the Great Dao. ”

An Zhizuo, who was holding the Falling Dust Sword, laughed, opposite his companion Cao Chunqiu, a group of more than thirty people, entered this space together, but now there are only two people alive.

"It's a pity for these brothers. An Zhizuo sighed and said.

Cao Chunqiu stroked the waterfall sword, glanced at An Zhizuo with disdain, he couldn't get used to his hypocrisy, after entering the space at that time, the two of them immediately realized that this was a place of hidden treasures, and decisively killed people and slaughtered all their companions.

The remaining Cao Chunqiu and An Zhizuo obtained all the remnants of this space, arbitrarily selected flying swords, and obtained the top Great Dao Treasure.

"Haha, you and my brothers, among the many monks who have entered the floating island, Zhang Jing has taken the lead, with the Flying Sword of the Great Dao in hand, you can dig out more space, and even the Mahayana monks will not be able to stop us at that time, and dominating the world of cultivating immortals is just around the corner. ”

An Zhizuo looked up to the sky and smiled, and the Falling Dust Sword buzzed and vibrate, as if in response to him.

Taking advantage of An Zhizuo's smug moment, Cao Chunqiu's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, his wrist trembled slightly, the waterfall sword deflected direction, and immediately stabbed towards An Zhizuo, and the silver light bloomed with infinite killing intent.

An Zhizuo's laughter stopped abruptly, and the light spots around the Falling Dust Sword exploded one after another, and the next moment the sword body was violently added, instantly hitting the Waterfall Sword.

The two flying swords, which were both treasures of the Great Dao, collided, and a huge ripple bloomed in the space, causing An Zhizuo and Cao Chunqiu to retreat.

"Cao Chunqiu, you really can't help it. ”

"An Zhizuo, aren't you too? Since we killed more than thirty of our companions before, and now we can also kill each other, the treasure here is still a pleasure for someone to monopolize it. ”

After a short period of cooperation, the two ruthless sword cultivators finally tore their faces and began to kill each other, wanting to monopolize all the flying sword magic weapons in the space. In a certain space, surrounded by white walls, the neat floor is extremely smooth, as if paved with bluestone floors, but there is not a trace of splicing gaps, as if it is carved from a huge piece of bluestone.

Here, except for the ten flying swords that hung quietly in mid-air, there was no other existence, and these flying swords did not emit a trace of breath, and they looked plain and unremarkable on the outside, inferior to ordinary iron and vulgar swords.

"Whew, I've finally found a hidden space!"

A group of monks broke into the space, and when they saw the refreshing environment around them, they finally relaxed that it was not dangerous.

These god-transforming monks came from the Tianhe Star Region, and they wanted to try their luck on the floating island, but they didn't expect to meet the Emperor Heart Dragon Venerable on the way, and they were driven all the way to explore the way, and their companions were killed and wounded, leaving only more than 20 people present.

When they arrived on the floating island, they were still driven away by the Emperor Heart Dragon Venerable, used to try the trap and kill tricks on the road, and finally they were lucky enough to get out of a certain prohibition and were teleported into this space.

"There are ten flying swords here, none of them look ordinary, they are the swords of the ten disciples of the Sword Sharpening Heavenly Venerable. "The god cultivator is full of vicissitudes of life, and he looks like a veteran monk who has been in the world for half a life.

"Big brother, come and see, there is a line of light words here. ”

Everyone's eyes converged, and they saw a line of light words that appeared out of thin air above the ten flying swords, as if they were written on the invisible wall with gold paint.

"The old man buried his sword here, he didn't see it, and he was ashamed to die. ”

In just one line of words, although the tone was full of guilt and self-blame, everyone felt a domineering spirit from it, there is no doubt that this is the handwriting left by the Sharpening Sword Tianzun.

"That's right, there are a total of ten flying swords, and this is the sword of the ten disciples who were killed by the Sword Grinding Heavenly Venerable. ”

Everyone thought of this possibility, and they were immediately ecstatic, in that era, the Sword Grinding Tianzun was undoubtedly the existence that everyone looked up to, but his top ten disciples were also existences that could dominate one side, and even the weakest ninja swordsman also had a strength comparable to that of a monk of the Tribulation.