When Xu Changsheng stepped into the first layer of ten thousand swords, the fierce sword intent of ten thousand swords erupted and soared into the sky, almost overturning Xu Changming. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What a terrifying sword intent!"

Xu Changming exclaimed.

He felt like a small boat floating in the depths of the ocean, and it was also a sea of strong storms and rains, and the small lonely boat seemed to be torn apart by the raging waves.

Determined, Xu Changsheng struggled to move his steps in the sword intent of ten thousand swords.

He walked past the countless swords step by step, walking very slowly, and with each step, he had to stay for a long time, carefully feeling the sword intent of each sword.

The swordsman said that he must choose a sword that he likes and the sword likes, and he must not be perfunctory.

"This sword is more than powerful, but it lacks toughness, abandon it!"

Xu Changming walked past a Xuantie heavy sword.

"Well, this sword is too feminine and not in line with my heart, so abandon it!"

Xu Changsheng stepped over from a delicate long sword again.

"This sword is good, it is quite in line with the straight artistic conception of "Desert Lonely Smoke Sword Technique", but unfortunately, it is too short. ”

Xu Changming swept a short sword with one foot.

In this way, among the tens of thousands of swords on the first layer of the Sword Tomb, he walked forward slowly, and he also experienced it carefully, and he was not in a hurry to start.

Suddenly, he came to a big sword, and his eyes lit up.

"Good sword!"

This is a big sword, and the sword intent is particularly domineering and brave, which is very in line with Xu Changming's aesthetics of the sword, and his heart is already moving.

This big sword also likes Xu Changsheng very much, and as Xu Changsheng walked one step at a time, the sword intent rose to the sky, making a loud sword sound.

The sword roared like a dragon, extremely cheerful and pleasant, like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes and met an old friend from his youth in a foreign country.

The sword, as if shouting: Choose me!

"What a good sword!"

Xu Changming's eyes were full of light, and his hand was already half stretched out, but he restrained his impulse.

"Sword squire senior, what's the name of this sword?"

Xu Changming turned around and shouted at Chen Weijian, the sword attendant under the Sword Tomb.

The sword servant Chen Weijian glanced over, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said with a smile: "This sword, the name of the sword is Dragon Slayer." ”

"Dragon Slayer Sword!"

Xu Changming also likes this sword name very much.

Chen Feifei's sword is called Xunlong, this sword is called Dragon Slaying, Chen Feifei is also a self-proclaimed dragon in the world, and he is slashing his artistic conception with a sword.

"Do you want this dragon slaying sword?"

Xu Changming was moved and hesitated.

The sword sound of the Dragon Slayer Sword became louder, and the sword intent roared, slashing straight through the sky, and the momentum was extremely strong.

Xu Changming's outstretched hand suddenly retracted, his eyes fell on the top of the mausoleum, and as soon as his heart moved, he walked past the Dragon Slaying Sword.

"I don't want a dragon slaying sword!"

There were too many swords on the first layer of the Sword Tomb, there were more than 10 million swords, Xu Changming looked at them one after another, looking very slowly and tired.

Although tired, the mood is extremely high.

For a whole day, he didn't look at the more than ten million swords on the first layer.

After one night, the next morning.

On the second floor of the Sword Tomb, the figure of Xu Changsheng appeared.

He still walked extremely slowly and earnestly, not missing a sword, not even a broken one.

There were eight or nine million swords on the second layer, and it took an extremely long time.

When night fell, Xu Changming finally finished watching the second floor, shaking his head and going to the third floor.

The third layer of swords, there are already a lot less, but there are still millions, and it should take a whole night to read them.

In the early morning of the third day, Xu Changming's figure appeared on the fourth layer, and in this layer, there were not many swords, but there were hundreds of thousands.

However, Xu Changsheng's speed suddenly accelerated, much faster than the first and second layers.

Under the Sword Tomb.

There were two more old men beside the sword attendant Chen Weijian, and they were the other two sword attendants.

There is only one sword selector on the Sword Tomb, but there are three sword attendants under the Sword Tomb, all of whom look up at the only sword selector in unison.

The sword servant Chen Weijian was moved by Xu Changming's serious attitude, so he never left, and he was quite looking forward to what kind of sword this little guy would choose.

"Senior Brother Chen, this kid has been selected for three days, hasn't he finished the selection yet?"

A swordsman asked with a smile.

This sword squire's name is Xu Idiot Sword, who was once a legend of a generation of immortals, and volunteered to enter the Sword Tomb as a swordsman many years ago.

Chen Weijian shook his head, quite a little crying and laughing.

"This little guy is a very serious temper, most of the disciples have chosen their favorite sword on the first layer, he is good, obviously he also fell in love with the dragon slaying sword on the first layer, but he just doesn't want it. ”

"Don't even want a dragon slaying sword?"

The third swordsman said strangely, and couldn't help but laugh strangely.

The swordsman's name was Qin Dujian, and his name was changed because he later broke an arm.

Nowadays, no one still remembers who cut off his left arm, only that he was once a legend and made countless great contributions to the Xianmen.

"yes, his eyes are high. ”

Chen Weijian smiled slightly.

"How high?"

Xu Nianjian asked again.

Chen Weijian didn't speak, but just used his chin to nu Lingding.

Xu Aojian and Qin Dujian's faces changed slightly, and the light in their eyes flashed, as if ten thousand swords came out together, extremely sharp.

"The Sword of the Nine Thrones?"

Xu Nianjian asked in a low voice.

Chen Weijian smiled and shook his head.

"It's just wishful thinking! Who is the Nine First Seats? What kind of sword is the Nine First Seats? By the way, what is the origin of this kid?"

Qin Dujian laughed and scolded, as if he had heard a joke that was not very funny.

"The little guy claims to be a disciple of Lingyan. ”

Chen Wei Kendao.

"Lingyan, is it the Lingyan of that little girl from the Immortal Vein?"

Xu Dujian and Qin Dujian asked almost in unison, secretly surprised.

"That's right, it's that little girl. ”

Chen Weijian nodded.

"That's where it came from, and it's kind of interesting. ”

Xu Nianjian and Qin Dujian glanced at each other, and their eyes were very playful.

These two swordsmen were both interested in Xu Changming, and like Chen Weijian, they wanted to see what kind of sword this little guy chose in the end.

On the Sword Tomb.

Xu Changming was already in the fifth layer at this time, and there were even fewer swords in the fifth layer, and there were only tens of thousands of swords.

Although Xu Changsheng's speed was much faster than that of the first and second layers, it still took a long time to finish reading the tens of thousands of swords in the fifth layer.

"Why don't you really like it?"

Xu Changming stood at the entrance of the sixth floor, not too far from the top of the mausoleum.

He looked back at the 30 million swords under the Sword Tomb, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

At this time, the sunset had already set half in the west, and the sky was full of sunset red clouds, illuminating the top of the mausoleum with golden light, and the sect leader's Taiyi sword seemed to have become extraordinarily tall and majestic.

It didn't take long for Xu Changming to step into the thousands of swords on the sixth layer, and he began to select extremely seriously.

"I don't believe it, there are 30 million swords in Jianling, except for the Dragon Slaying Sword, there is not a single one I like. ”

Xu Changming muttered secretly while choosing a sword.

Soon, a round of red sun all set, and night fell again, and a round of silver moon rose in the east, and the silver moon slowly passed through the sky, and then tilted in the west.

After most of the night, Xu Changsheng still found nothing, and came to the seventh layer of the Sword Tomb.

This is already the last layer of the Sword Tomb to choose, the eighth layer is the nine swords of the nine first seats, which cannot be selected, and the ninth layer only has one sect master's Taiyi sword, let alone can be selected.

The seventh layer is Xu Changsheng's last chance.

"If there is no harvest from this last layer, then you can only choose the Dragon Slayer Sword of the first layer. ”

Xu Changming looked back at the mausoleum, and saw at a glance where the dragon slaying sword was.

"However, the Dragon Slayer Sword does not make me swoon, and there is always a little regret. ”

After a moment's silence, he let out a soft shout.

"Let's go, the last hundred swords!"

On the seventh floor, there are only a hundred swords.