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"It doesn't fit. ”

"It doesn't fit. ”

......

The flying sword shook gently, and a simple or crisp sound came from the sword, but none of them answered.

"What's going on?" Han Sheng looked at those flying swords suspiciously, and the face of the Chiang Rai elder was also difficult to look at.

He took a deep look at Han Sheng, who had just used illusion to trap Han Sheng in the enchantment, taking the opportunity to test whether he had great wisdom or great luck. But the other party's reaction was unexpected, especially at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Han Sheng's madness and strength erupted and directly shattered the psychedelic enchantment he had laid down.

Chiang Rai said quietly: "If the seniors do not agree, Chiang Rai is ready to implement natural selection." ”

Like a strong wind blowing, those flying swords immediately stopped shaking and buzzed.

"What is the Heavenly Selection?" Han Sheng asked strangely.

The Chiang Rai elder said softly, "Since you have entered the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, you must choose a sword. The Divine Choice is when you throw a stone into the sky with all your might, and the sword closest to the stone will follow you. ”

"So they don't want to follow me?" Han Sheng suddenly smiled as he looked at the endless flying sword.

He bowed slightly to those flying swords and said, "Seniors, can I ask why?"

"Grumpy!"

"Extreme!"

"Rebellious!"

"Crazy!"

"Danger!"

......

One by one, words came out of the flying sword, the corners of Han Sheng's mouth were slightly hooked, he straightened up and said lightly: "Since that's the case, you guys just stay well, I won't choose." ”

"Daoxuan!" Chiang Rai scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Han Sheng smiled coldly: "My weapon must be with me." Rather than being with these flying swords, it is better to be credible with your fists, and the heavens and the earth are full of desolations, can't you encounter a real weapon?"

"Hum!" A huge wave swept across the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and for a while, all the flying swords trembled violently, and shouted in unison: "Town!"

Countless sword lights descended from the sky and came from the earth. The weapons exchanged endlessly, and the powerful sword qi was everywhere.

Han Sheng was shocked by that fluctuation, and there were even signs of going violent. He jerked to the west, and it was there that he sensed a weapon of utter arrogance, like a bound dragon, struggling frantically.

"This is my weapon!" Han Sheng was ecstatic, he clearly sensed the other party's unwilling anger and struggle, how similar to himself!

Chiang Rai's face changed, and he shouted, "Don't go over!"

One step late, Han Sheng stepped on the clouds and flew straight to the west. Chiang Rai raised his left hand, saw Han Sheng's face full of joy, and helplessly put it down, sighing: "That's it, this is the will of heaven." It was Qingsong who asked him to come, and everything was naturally handled by Qingsong. ”

Han Sheng, who was flying in the sky, clearly saw that this was a desolate world, divided into east and west halves. To the east is Wanjian Mountain, where there are few vicissitudes of life. To the west, there are fragments of broken swords everywhere, lifeless.

"This is the Sword Shrine?" Han Sheng looked at the broken and rusted flying swords, and guessed in his heart.

Countless sword lights staggered across the extreme west, and in the middle was a huge red light that penetrated the sky and the earth, the red light was tightly bound by the dark chains, and the flying sword slashed and pierced the pillar of light, weakening the red light.

"Stop!" Han Sheng yelled, "I'm here to find my weapon!"

The flying sword stopped in an instant, and the red light quickly recovered, disappearing in the blink of an eye. "Bang la la," a piercing sound of chains slamming came from a distance, and Han Sheng stretched out his right hand, and an extremely long red light dragged the chains into his palm. The light dissipates and reveals itself.

It was a blood-red knife, three feet and three inches long and three inches wide. The blade was extremely thin, firmly entangled in black chains, and vibrated violently in Han Sheng's hand.

"Ominous!"

"Enchanted!"

"Against the sky!"

The flying swords trembled, and words came out of the blades. Chiang Rai sighed, bowed to the flying swords, and said, "Seniors, don't be impatient, everything has its own decision." ”

Han Sheng held the knife and swung it lightly, a violent red light burst out, forcibly suppressed by the black chains, and no trace of power was emanated. "What kind of knife is this?" he closed his eyes and threw his consciousness at the bloody knife, but he was hindered by the chains and was never allowed to enter.

"This chain is so powerful!" Han Sheng exclaimed, before he could touch the Blood Knife with his consciousness, he felt a simple and vast aura coming from the chain, forcibly forbidding any force to touch the Blood Knife.

Elder Chiang Rai didn't know when he appeared, and asked behind Han Sheng's back, "Dao Xuan, is this the weapon you want to choose?"

Han Sheng nodded, and he gently stroked the blood-red blade, which was warm and comfortable.

Chiang Rai sighed and asked again: "You have to think clearly, this knife was transformed by a demon senior in Kongtong, do you really plan to use this knife?"

Han Sheng's eyes narrowed, staring at the blood-red hilt, usually Kongtong's weapons would be marked on the end of the handle, but there was nothing on this knife.

Chiang Rai said: "This knife has been here for 160,000 years, and it was personally suppressed here by the head of Shushan and guarded by Wanjian Mountain. Although its demonic aura has been removed, I don't recommend you to choose this knife, the murderous aura is too heavy, and it is very easy to fall into the demon. ”

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Elder Xie pointed out, the disciple has made up his mind, and it has to be this sword." ”

"Whatever you want. Chiang Rai said lightly: "I'll go and talk to the head of the house and let him release the prison lock." ”

"Thank you, Elder. Han Sheng said.

After Chiang Rai left, Han Sheng gently stroked the bloody knife, the smooth and flawless blade, and saw Han Sheng's face. It hasn't changed much from seven years ago, except that there is much less anger and hatred between the eyebrows.

In the 160,000 years, Kongtong Daoke fell into the devil and was suppressed by the head of Shushan, this series of clues were connected, the name of this knife was about to come out, Han Sheng looked at the blood knife in shock, and called in a low voice: "You are, Infinite Sword Venerable?"

The Blood Knife shook slightly, and stopped for a moment.

Sure enough, it was the Immeasurable Sword Venerable! Han Sheng took a deep breath and tried to calm down his excitement, this was the first time he had seen a figure from history and legend with his own eyes.

There are many books about the Immeasurable Sword Venerable in the Guantian Peak Bamboo Building. He was the first master of Kongtong Mountain in ancient times, and he fought with the first master of Shushan Pilei Sword Immortal at the top of Kunlun. Under the joint witness of the five clans of heaven and earth, the two fought for ten days and ten nights. Hit from Kunlun Mountain to Tianzhu Mountain, from the thirteen prefectures of Kyushu to the overseas Broken Jade Island, and finally the Infinite Sword Venerable smashed the Bilei Immortal Sword with one move, seriously injuring the Pilei Sword Immortal. Since then, Kongtong's prestige has been pushed to the peak, and no one will be offended.

But because of this, the momentum of the Infinite Daozun in Kongtong is in full swing, and no one remembers what the head of Kongtong is called, they only care about the prestige of the Daozun. In the fanatical pursuit of his followers, the character of the Infinite Sword Venerable went to the extreme, thinking that he was invincible in the world. After beating all the invincible opponents of Kongtong, he resolutely went to Emei to challenge, and left with a wild smile after a thousand victories, which made Emei lose face, and never saw Kongtong for tens of thousands of years.

It is said that the Infinite Sword Venerable originally planned to go to Kunlun to challenge, but the entourage told him that the legend of each generation of the head of Shushan was invincible in the sect, and even the god king did not dare to take advantage of it. So the immeasurable sword venerable with high fighting spirit rushed into Shu Mountain, made an appointment with the head of the entrance, and never came out again.

According to the spectators, the master of the entrance only took out three swords, and the Infinite Sword Venerable vomited blood and fell, being dragged into the void by countless chains. Kongtong Mountain did not come to beg people, Shushan did not return it, Emei and Kunlun remained silent, and the Infinite Daozun disappeared into the long river of history and became an insignificant wave.

It's just that some descendants will occasionally think of the man who is known as "holding a knife and slashing all over the Nine Heavens", the man who once defeated the entire Emei with his own strength, the man who once turned the situation of sword cultivation and made countless teenagers fall in love with the big sword, and when the Infinite Sword Venerable fell, the era of swordsmen ended.

"I heard that you want to choose the Immeasurable Heavenly Sword?" the voice of the head of Qingsong sounded behind Han Sheng.

Han Sheng hurriedly turned around and saluted, "Dao Xuan has seen the master. ”

Qing Song looked at the blood knife he was holding in his arms, and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "It seems that this knife is destined to belong to you." ”

Han Sheng was stunned, and Qingsong said lightly: "When Qingyun chose the sword back then, she also tried to explore this knife, but she was burned on her right hand, and it took three months to recover. ”

"Is it hot?" Han Sheng subconsciously touched the blade, it was still warm and comfortable, and there was no burning feeling.

Qing Song looked at his fingers, thick and powerful, and his palms were thick, and they were the material for holding a knife.

"I'm going to tell you something before I take it," Kiyomatsu gestured to the chain, and the chain on the blade quickly dissipated, but the chain on the handle gradually shrank, like a silk thread, firmly binding the end of the handle.

"This knife is the embodiment of the Immeasurable Sword Venerable in ancient times, and you are a disciple of Qingyun. It should be known that the Infinite Sword Venerable belongs to Dongkongtong, and the practice of practicing is to combine oneself with the weapon, and from then on, the practice will no longer have anything to do with the card, and it will advance by leaps and bounds. ”

However, no level does not mean that there is no magic barrier, because without frustration, it is easier to be paranoid and become obsessed, and from then on only care about yourself and not caring about the life or death of others. Dao Xuan, since you chose this knife, this knife also recognized you. I hope that in the days to come, wherever you are and whatever comes your way, remember my words. The Demon Dao must not be entered, think about those ancient demon kings, do you want to be the same as them?"

Han Sheng was silent, and he bowed deeply to Qing Song: "Don't worry, I remember." ”

Qing Song looked at Han Sheng quietly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The power of this knife is too strong, I will help you imprison seventy percent." After 160,000 years of washing, I don't know how much remains of the consciousness of the Immeasurable Sword Venerable, you remember to communicate with him and learn the knife technique. You've been practicing in the mountains for the past few days, and I'll call you when the rookie competition starts. ”

"Yes. Han Sheng nodded.

Qing Song waved his hand to the side, and the light flowed, and the pitch-black space passage appeared. Han Sheng looked at Qing Song, Qing Song nodded, so he strode in, and when he came out of the space passage again, he had already arrived at Guantian Peak.

Qing Song looked at the gradually disappearing spatial passage and sighed softly.

"Why is the head sighing?" the voice of the Chiang Rai elder came from afar.

Qing Song said lightly: "It's nothing, I just don't want Dao Xuan to repeat the mistakes of the ethereal body." ”

Chiang Rai said with a smile: "The head of the sect cares for his disciples, which is really a blessing for Shushan." ”

Hearing the last word "Fu", Qing Song's brows moved, and he said, "I still have official business to do, so let's go first." ”

Chiang Rai bowed and said, "Congratulations to the master!"

Qing Song opened the spatial passage again and returned to the Mixed Yuan Peak.

After a long time, Chiang Rai slowly straightened up, looked at the direction of Qing Song's departure, his eyes flashed with a hint of pain, and he roared silently in his heart: "Qing Song! Are you still a man?"

In the past two hundred years, the head of Qingsong has only been to the Ethereal Peak three times, and this is the third time.