And he also opened his eyes at this moment, and between his eyebrows, there was a faint hint of understanding!

"Do you understand?" Venerable Yunju asked with a slight smile.

"Yuan Shen sends the sword!" replied with a nod from Pingfan. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he was so calm that he couldn't make a wave.

"Very good, you can come with me!" Venerable Yunju smiled, swept through the void like a ghost, and stood in front of the three of them. Ordinary responded yes, was about to say hello to Wan Jian and the other three people, cold and unguarded, involuntarily got up from the ground, and flew up lightly, ordinary people were surprised, cold and defenseless, and had already crossed a distance of dozens of miles, and came to a peak in Shu Mountain.

This is a majestic mountain made of flying swords and about 1,000 feet high.

On the peak, not a single inch of grass grows, and the light is as bright as rotten silver, shining with the most brilliant light. Under the light of ten thousand rays, a fierce killing chess rushed to the face, which made people change their color and take it away from God. Gazing at it, I saw countless glows on the peak, which came from the waist of the peak, the exquisite flying swords of various colors and different formats!

On the side of the peak, a piece of ink-colored stone tablet with a height of one person and a width of four feet was erected, and the three big characters of "Tibetan Sword Peak" on the tablet were dripping with ink. The pen is craggy, like a spear, and the cold is forested.

"Tibetan Sword Peak, Tibetan Sword Peak"

Venerable Yunju looked at the mountain peak, a thin palm, did not stop rubbing on the stele, and a dream-like whisper escaped from his mouth. Ordinary slashed beside him, clearly aware of the old man's words, that trace of deep loneliness!

It seems that at this moment, he is no longer the master of Shushan who is powerful and superb in swordsmanship, but an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, and when facing the ancients, he sighed heartily!

The wind blows the sideburns and blows the clothes, but it can't blow away the sorrow in the heart, like a short knife with a curled blade, pulling it among people.

It's sorrow, don't have a taste in your heart!

For a long time, for a long time!

Venerable Yunjun suddenly sighed softly, pointed to the flying sword on the Hidden Sword Peak and said, "Doll, you have already untied the sword of this seat. This seat simply gives you a chance, how about you choose a flying sword in this hidden sword peak? But once chosen, it can never be changed, you know?"

"Got it, thank you seniors. "Ordinary make a joke and say respectfully.

"Okay, then you go!" Venerable Yunju bowed his head, closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and never looked at the ordinary again.

Under the Hidden Sword Peak.

Ordinary people raised their heads, held their hands, and quietly played with flying swords in the sky, but their hearts were like a terrifying wave, and they couldn't calm down:

"You can only choose one flying sword, and you can't change it after you select it"

"What's going on? Is there still a magic circle?"

Ordinary people took a step towards the valley, and they felt that there was a change in front of them, the valley and the lonely mountain peak had not changed, but there was no Luobei and Lin Hang around him.

At the same time, a powerful momentum also crashed into him.

"This is sword qi!"

This kind of momentum makes every step forward take a lot of effort!

"I'm so badly injured, I don't know if I'll be able to hold on!"

Looking at the lonely mountain peak that was still hundreds of zhang away from him, this thought immediately appeared in Cai Shu's mind, making his hands and feet couldn't help but be a little cold.

The further he went, the greater this invisible pressure became, and after walking dozens of steps towards the sword tower, he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and a wound on his back burst open!

With a "hiss", Ping Fan ripped off a strip of his already tattered clothes and pierced the wound.

Now that more blood is shedding, his strength is lost by one point.

But after a few dozen steps forward, another wound in his chest burst open.

At the mouth of the valley, the old man in the green robe stood with his hands in his hands, looking at him silently, and two eyes were cast at him intentionally and unintentionally.

At this time, he has become a bloody man.

But he saw that the young man was standing there, and although there was pain on his face, he did not flinch, and still walked forward step by step.

Each has a good chance....

On top of the lonely peak, there are thousands of flying swords of all kinds.

Not only are the colors different, but even the styles are strange, some flying swords are more than one person tall, wide and heavy, but some flying swords are no more than a finger wide and no more than two feet long. Some swords are fish, fish bones, and curved serpentine suits, while others even have holes and split fronts. Some flying swords are like ice crystals, transparent and crystalline, while some flying swords are shining with cold light, and they look extremely sharp. Some flying swords are not only on the hilt, but even the sword body is inlaid with various colored gemstones, which looks extraordinarily luxurious, while some flying swords look unusually simple and unadorned.

Some flying swords are full of brilliance, as if they were just put in yesterday, while some flying swords are dull and mottled, as if they have gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

No one knows which flying sword is powerful and is a peerless divine weapon, and which flying sword is ordinary in texture and not very powerful.

Whichever one you choose, which one is your own flying sword.

A high-quality flying sword and an ordinary flying sword, when used, the power can be said to be very different.

From the beginning of standing under the peak where the flying swords gathered, it was extremely shocking, and now it is the time to climb on this peak, and it has been three or four incense sticks.

During the time of three or four incense sticks, he had not yet made up his mind which flying sword to bring back.

"It's finally here!"

At this time, all the wounds on his body were already oozing blood.

Ordinary people actually walked to this hidden sword peak when their strength was already close to the limit.

He knew that he had arrived at the Sword Tower, and he could pick a flying sword of his own.

But all his strength has been exhausted, and when the crisis passes, his mind is slightly relaxed, and when he squeezes out a smile, he opens his mouth and spurts out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly falls to the wet mud ground a few feet in front of the sword tower!

Looking at the breath, Ping Fan found that just above his head, more than a zhang above, there was a black black iron-like flying sword and a silver, vine-like flying sword, in the center, there was a blue, ice-crystal-like flying sword, and the entire flying sword was constantly rippling with Yin Yin's cold air. "Could it be the Qianming Han Condensing Sword?!"

Because as soon as the sword was pulled out, it could not be changed, he hesitated for a while, but after all, he was attracted by the distinctive aura on the sword, he finally climbed up and pulled out the blue flying sword, and just as soon as he held the hilt of the flying sword, Zong Zhen's heart couldn't help but be ecstatic.

Because as soon as I held this flying sword, I felt like I couldn't hold it, as if this sword was going to turn into an ice dragon and go straight to the sky.

"Did he finally choose that?"

And at this moment, Venerable Yunju also saw that the ordinary who fell in the mud struggled to stand up.

When he finally arrived at the sword tower, he no longer had the strength to climb the sword tower.

Not even the Sword Tower!

The strength of the ordinary at this time has been completely exhausted, and it is all supported here by a will.

But when he forced himself to stand up, he found that he didn't seem to be able to take another step forward.

I am not reconciled!

For a while, his body was full of tenacity and unyielding aura!

I want to be in control of my own destiny!

In the ordinary mind, such a thought clearly appeared. Then, he took a heavy step forward, a step that had completely surpassed the limit!

stepped out, and Luobei's whole person pounced and fell forward. And it was this step that had already allowed Luo Bei's hand to reach the flying sword at the bottom of the sword tower.

Drops of blood slipped from his hands.

One drop, blown by the mountain wind, fell to the bottom of the sword tower, a black flying sword in the mud. But at this time, the lonely old man in the green robe was sighing slightly.

The kind of perseverance that pervades the ordinary body and controls his own destiny regardless of life and death has also moved him.

He saw that he had taken the last step beyond the limit, and finally couldn't support Luo Bei who had passed out, and his hand fell on the black flying sword.

It was a flying sword with a simple style, more than three feet long, and the whole body was ink-colored, even with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything special about this flying sword.

This ordinary last picked, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be an ordinary flying sword.

Is this the chance?

"Could it be that God just wants him to be tempered more?"

Looking at the black flying sword in the ordinary hand, Venerable Yunju couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

"Huh?"

But at this moment, Venerable Yunju suddenly felt a strange aura.

The black flying sword that had fallen a drop of ordinary blood, and was finally held by him who could not support it and passed out, flashed a trace of brilliance, and shook slightly.

"What's going on?"

At this time, not only the flying sword in his hand was trembling slightly, but even the thousands of flying swords on the entire hundred-zhang peak were trembling slightly, making a sound of clanging gold and iron.

"Obviously, the quality of the sword doesn't look special, but it has an aura that makes ten thousand swords impressed, what kind of sword is this, even I don't know!"

The Yunju Venerable standing at the mouth of the valley had a slightly shocked and surprised look on his face at first, but then a rare smile appeared.

"Daddy, what's going on here?" Yun Lan'er raised her head and exclaimed.

Hearing this, Venerable Yunju shook his head, and said very firmly: "The Absolute Soldier is born, and the ten thousand swords are shaken!" He turned around and said with a smile: "You little doll, your luck is not bad, you actually hit it all of a sudden?" Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and the original joy and joy were completely replaced by surprise and astonishment at this moment!

"W-How is this possible?" Venerable Yunju shook his head and said in disbelief. Seeing this, Ping Fan couldn't help but jump in his heart and asked, "What's wrong?"

Venerable Yunju didn't answer when he heard this, but waved his hand and asked, "Doll, can you lend me the flying sword in your hand?" Hearing this, Ping Fan nodded, held the sword body with both hands, and handed it over cleanly. Venerable Yunju took the flying sword, nodded, secretly picked up his mana, and slowly pressed it towards the sword body.

Who knows--the flying sword was motionless, like a dead fish that had lost its life, lying flat in his palm!

On the Sword Heart Palace, how could Venerable Yunju, who had seen ordinary explosive power and speed, feel that ordinary luck should not be so bad, otherwise how could this young man with such a peculiar life come to Shu Mountain alive and form a blow containing his own Yuanshen level swordsmanship?

And the black flying sword that was now in his hand, he couldn't see the reality at all.

Looking at this black flying sword with a simple form, without any patterns, and looking like it was made of black black iron, the eyes of Yunju Venerable, Wan Jianyi, and Liu Qingyao all focused on Yunju Venerable Yun.

Not only did Wan Jian not know anything, but even Yun Lan'er and Yun Ju Venerable couldn't see anything extraordinary about this black flying sword.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Even the dignified Shushan Sect's master who refined the flying sword, Venerable Yunju, didn't know the black flying sword placed in the hands of ordinary people!

This, this is too strange!

After taking a few more closer looks, Venerable Yunju grabbed the black flying sword.

"The sword is not light, it should be made of some Jin Ying. ”

As soon as the flying sword was in his hands, he felt a sinking. Although this black flying sword was only more than three feet long, it seemed to weigh hundreds of catties.

"Hey, is this a waste sword?" Venerable Yunju let out a low cry, turned his head and said, "Doll, this seat will give you another chance, let you choose one again, how about it?"

"The person who originally used such a flying sword, the sword intent he cultivated must not be light and fast, but domineering. ”

After putting the black flying sword in front of his eyes and studying it carefully for a while, Venerable Yunju couldn't help but shake his head.

On this flying sword, there is no slightest pattern, not a single mark, this kind of flying sword looks similar to some sword tires that have not yet been refined in Tianzhu Peak.

"Look at what it's made of. ”

Venerable Yunju subconsciously flicked the sword body with his fingers.

With the eyes of Venerable Yunju, sometimes as long as he listened to the sound, he could tell what material this sword was made of.

"It's ....!"

As soon as he flicked it, Venerable Yunju's face changed slightly, because with a finger, this black long sword didn't make any sound.

After taking a deep breath, he flicked the blade of his sword harder.

The blade still didn't make any sound.

"Could it really be that this is just an ordinary flying sword?" Jiang Chen stroked the long sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.

In Shu Mountain, how could there be such a useless flying sword?

However, how to explain the abnormal movement just now?

Venerable Yunju stood for a long time, and finally sighed, stretched out his hand and handed over the flying sword, and he reached out to take it, but he didn't answer, but in his heart, it seemed that at this moment, he suddenly had a trace of induction with the flying sword in his hand!