The six firsts, with the momentum of heaven and earth, fell to the jade bridgehead, and each received the magic sword, but he didn't see Luo Qiushui's fairy sword from beginning to end. Xuan Qing lightly adjusted the sleeves of his robe, smiled, walked out of the first team, and walked towards the disciples of Zhufeng, brushing his beard with his left hand, and turning his palm with his right hand to press lightly.

"My disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, today is the day for the disciples who have not yet reached the Dan Dao period to choose the sword, since ancient times the sword is matched with heroes, the sword of the sword mound is extraordinary, and so on, depending on the chance, choose the right fairy sword, three days after the sword mound is opened, you must return to the dojo from it, remember. ”

Xuan Qing announced to the disciples, explaining in a simple and clear way what to do in the sword shrine and the precautions that must be taken out of the sword shrine after three days. Turning to the senior brothers, he said slowly:

"The first seat of the peaks, without further ado, we respectfully ask Long Zun to open the Sword Shrine Boundary Gate together. ”

The six of them each took out a finger-long jade sword from their sleeve robes, injected the true yuan, the jade sword grew in the wind, and turned into the oldest sword shape in an instant, the sword was three feet long, one point short was not enough to win, one inch long was inconvenient, and it was decent, but there was a circular hole in the hilt of the sword, embedded with gems, and the six sword gems were engraved respectively: Qian, Kun, East, West, South, North, and Heaven and Earth. This is the first token of the six veins, which will never leave the body and will be passed down from generation to generation. Xuan Qing walked towards the coiling dragon relief in the center of the dojo, and the disciples had already retreated, not daring to interrupt, only to see him holding the "Qian" sword to infuse the true yuan, and tapped it twice to the dragon's eye. With the coiling dragon as the center, six smaller dragon heads protrude from the ground, grinning with teeth and fierce faces, and the six dragon heads are lined up in turn, surrounding the center. Xuan Qing walked to the dragon's head engraved with the word "Qian", inserted the jade sword into the dragon's mouth, reached the tail of the sword, bowed down, turned to look at the rest of the head, put on a posture of invitation with one hand, and stood behind. The rest of the first seats, according to Xuanqing's method, inserted the sword into the corresponding dragon's mouth. Afterwards, Xuan Qing took the lead, and led all the deacons and elders of the First Seat and the Inner Sect to bow down to the Immortal Lake, and asked in unison: "I implore Long Zun to help open the Sword Shrine Zefu Junior!" The voice was high-pitched, echoing through the valley. After a moment of calm, a fist-sized cyan bead suddenly flew out of the lake, and when it flew out, the sky was dark, and the clouds were thick, as if there was a thunderstorm, and the lightning in the clouds was churning, and the wind was fierce. The bead floated to the stone carving of the coiling dragon, and the six sword lights converged, combined with the light emitted by the beads, and hit the coiling dragon together. Not long after, the ground shook, there seemed to be a dragon's groan, a stone dragon of several zhang slowly flew out of the ground, the dragon's head was connected to the dragon's tail, forming a round door that set up the ground, several zhang large, the door was empty, standing in the field of vision, exuding an old and simple atmosphere, the door of the sword mound has been opened!

Just as Xuan Qing was about to speak, a sudden change occurred, only to see a golden light shoot out from the dragon gate, as if he was finally free, accompanied by a trembling sound, flying towards a mountain peak, where he passed, the swords trembled, as if bowing and worshipping, humble and full of fear.

"Senior brother, this ......" Lu Jingtian walked to Xuan Qing's side, his eyes were inquiring, and said to him.

"Forget it, the ancient sword has a spirit, and it is still so persistent after so many years......" Xuan Qing waved his left hand lightly, signaling Lu Jingtian not to do much, and then adjusted his demeanor and said to the disciples on the periphery: "The boundary gate has been opened, you will go to the sword mound to find cause and effect, remember not to exceed three days!"

When the first party saw the golden light, they all felt sorry and helpless, and when they saw the order from the master, they came back to their senses, and each looked at his own disciples, and watched them enter the sword shrine. Luo Qiushui looked at the place where the golden light disappeared, didn't know what he was thinking, turned around for a moment, nodded to Ji Yan who was walking at the end, and went to rest on the jade bridge.

When Fudge saw that Ji Yan was at the end, he slowed down, and when he was parallel to him, he whispered:

"Xiao Ji, that sword mound has its own world, it is all-encompassing, there are countless swords, it is the inheritance of the sect for thousands of years, try to choose a good sword, it is really not good, just take one casually at the end of three days, don't delay the time, it's not worth it to be trapped there. ”

After speaking, he saw him catch up with the team of Qianzhang Peak, drowning in nothingness. Ji Yan just knows that the sword mound as the name suggests, is the tomb of ten thousand swords, the inheritance of the heavenly sword gate for thousands of years, casting countless earth-shattering sword cultivation, their swords are even more world-famous, when their Dao body is about to be destroyed, they will leave the fairy sword in the sword mound, and send it to the destined person; there is also a kind of fairy sword that the predecessors found the famous mountain by chance, and dedicated it to the sect; what's more, it is a collection of heaven and earth, and the fairy sword naturally formed in the sword mound, which is already a rare thing. But I didn't know that the sword mound still had a time limit, which was life-threatening, and I wanted to find a fairy sword, just quit early, and I didn't have to force it.

Ji Yan walked while thinking about it, and unknowingly entered the boundary gate. It was pitch black in front of me, and it was like blindness when I opened my eyes, and it was really like thirty nights, but it was like five watches. As soon as I entered the door, a cold breath came to my face, the sky was spinning, I was dizzy, and then just when my body couldn't hold on, there was a light in front of me, two lights...... Ten thousand lights, a piece of light. Ji Yan sat on the ground, not far away there was a fairy sword floating, just about to step forward, the sword body was trembling, the surrounding light and shadow were confused, and the scene changed. Looking at it again, Ji Yan was stunned by the scene in front of him, and then vomited out. The heat wave is monstrous, the long-lost bloody atmosphere is pervasive, and compared with the tragedy in Wujia Village six years ago, this place is simply purgatory. Blood flowed and corpses were scattered, many with guns and swords and other weapons, vultures hovering in the sky, crows pecking at carrion, human eyes, and internal organs, and the terrible wails mixed with the wind.

With a burst of gagging, Ji Yan dragged his trembling body and walked on this bloody road, and even used his sword to kill a few soldiers who pounced on him. Ji Yan burst into tears, looking at the soldiers who died under his sword, he knew that these were all illusions, but the feeling of each sword slashing on the flesh, the reaction of piercing the internal organs, was so real, terrifying, and irritating. Finally, on the high slope where the corpses were piled up, Ji Yan saw a sword, the sword was three feet long, one inch wide, and slightly thicker, giving people the illusion of being sharp and looking at the world, the spine of the sword was stained red with blood, there was an inscription engraved on the body of the sword, and the word seal was engraved on it, which was so old that Ji Yan could not recognize it. Ji Yan looked at the ancient sword on the corpse mountain, and for some reason he was particularly disgusted, raised his hand and put it down, and walked quietly over.

"Do you like war? I like war the most, I like shirtless fighting, I like street fighting, I like ambush fighting, I like offensive and defensive battles......" There was an arrogant voice in Ji Yan's ears, and the picture in front of him changed again: the black pressure pressed a pitch-black armor, flashing this cold light, under a city with flags all over the mountain, the soldiers held halberds in their hands to capture the city, and the sound of killing shook the sky; in a blink of an eye, he saw the king in the city, burned incense and prayed, and asked for a sword in the palace, the king cut the veins of his hand, and the sword drank blood, which was extremely strange; the next moment, the king stood in the city tower with his sword, and waved his sword at a million enemy troops, only to see the yellow sand covering, the yin wind roared, there were countless beast roars, and thousands of sword lights flew by, and in a moment millions of troops were covered here。

In the illusion, Ji Yan gasped heavily, leaned against the corpse, his hands were covered with blood, he was covered in cold sweat, and his heart echoed with the last voice: "My name is 'Tai'a' The world's domineering sword!" Looking at the Tai'a Divine Sword suspended next to him, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and ran a few steps away from here.

Ji Yan has been walking for several hours, and since he left the illusion created by Tai'a, he has never encountered that kind of bloody scene again, but he has also encountered countless bizarre things: there is the "Peach Wood Sword" that turns into a tree spirit, there is the "Green Snake Sword" that winds in the climbing grass, and there is the "Fire Spirit Sword" suspended above the volcano...... Ji Yan didn't like it in his heart, so he no longer hesitated and continued to move forward.

Finally walked to a place where birds and flowers are fragrant, the mountains are steep, and the grass and trees are vigorous. Walking to the depths, Ji Yan found a towering mountain, there is a stone plaque at the foot of the mountain, the book "Cishan", there is a spring water flowing down from the top of the mountain, Xiao Huang on the shoulder is also partial to this, and gallops along the flow of the spring. Ji Yan followed, in a comfortable mood, as if he had a world in his chest, wide and boundless. At the foot of a mountain cliff, the water of the spring flowed into seven small lakes, and these seven lakes looked like the seven stars of the Big Dipper arranged from a high place, each leading a thin stream to the sword furnace in the center of the seven lakes, constantly washing a fairy sword.

Ji Yan swam to the center, only to see the lake water clear, the iron of the soldiers is bright, the sword body is long, looking down, as if climbing the mountain to look at the abyss, ethereal and deep, as if there is a giant dragon swimming, the sword is written on the word "Dragon Yuan", Ji Yan took it in his hand, a heroic spirit condensed in the chest, so that people are sober, happy, want to try one or two, only to hear the sound behind him.

"The Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, it turned out to be the sword of my Demon Peak Ancestor, 'Long Yuan', Yan'er?" The person who spoke was Wu Qi, the range of the sword mound was so wide that it was generally not easy to touch, I didn't expect to arrange for the two of them to meet here today, looking at Wu Qi's meaning, he also wanted the "Seven Star Dragon Yuan".

"Dog, you're here too!" Ji Yan was still very happy to see Wu Qi, and walked towards Wu Qi with Long Yuan in his hand.

Wu Qi, who was happy, walked towards Ji Yan, but when he heard Ji Yan's words, his face showed displeasure, but he still covered it up. The two sighed for a while, and Wu Qi also deliberately explained to Ji Yan that he was really helpless on Tianzhu Peak three years ago, because he had to ask Yuan Xiaotian for a superb swordsmanship, so he had to hurt Ji Yan and constantly scolded himself. Ji Yan had long forgotten about this matter, and when he saw that Wu Qi had been staring at Long Yuan during the conversation, he asked:

"Dog, do you want this sword?"

"Well, this is the sword of the ancestor of Fu Demon Peak, I don't want to touch it here, you see, ......" Although Wu Qi wanted to get this sword in his heart, after all, it was Ji Yan who got it first, so he was embarrassed.

I saw Ji Yan cut the fairy sword into a sword flower, the hilt of the sword was facing outward, the body of the sword was facing inward, handed it over, and smiled at Wu Qi: "The sword of Fu Demon Peak is strong, and it is a style of jealousy and hatred, this sword is heroic and upright, it is the need of righteous people, and you are indeed more suitable, and the head of the house also said 'sword for heroes', so why not send you!"

Wu Qi couldn't believe his ears, he was embarrassed to accept it in Ji Yan's many gifts, full of joy, said goodbye to Ji Yan, and was eager to return to the master to report to the master, and celebrate with the brothers of Fu Demon Peak.

Ji Yan looked at the disappearing figure, clenched his empty right hand, and smiled slightly.

"Which sword is it that I want?"