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Although thousands of years have passed, the long swords on the ground are still sharp and sharp. The sound of swords chirping from all directions makes people feel cold in the back, as if there are countless bloodthirsty eyes staring at them.

Brother LAN Pao had been a little impatient for a long time, and his body had already fallen in front of their favorite swords.

He reached out his hand and grasped the handle of the sword. Under the operation of the spiritual power, he would pull up the sword. However, to our surprise, a powerful spirit power came from the body of the sword, rippling in circles, and the two brothers in LAN Pao were struck out in an instant.

Thanks to Zhang Xiaojian's timely action, this just let two people avoid bad luck.

When the two people landed on the ground smoothly, their faces were pale and scared to death.

At this time, the two swords suddenly hummed and trembled violently, as if to break free from the shackles of the ground.

The sword within a few hundred meters even began to shake, that kind of sharp and harsh voice continuously spread from all directions, breathtaking.

Zhang Xiaojian's face was cold. A golden light covered several people in an instant, then disappeared from the sword tomb and fell outside.

The two brothers in LAN Pao, as well as their disciples, were pale when they saw this situation.

It's dangerous. Gong Hong can't help sighing.

Seeing a lot of magic weapons in the hand, but, the same can not be taken out, this feeling seems to be a role, beauty lying in bed, but unable to conquer, so that all people are depressed to death.

Zhang Xiaojian's heavenly eyes opened slightly, and the red light suddenly covered the sword tomb. After a short time, he let out a long breath and said, "because the battle many years ago was quite tragic, those who died were full of resentment. At the moment of death, the resentment condensed on the sword, which created the present situation."

Gong Hong frowned and did not speak.

Bai ling'er's beautiful face was also covered with a layer of melancholy, and asked, "if this is the case, we have come for nothing."

Zhang Xiaojian laughed and threw out an umbrella.

After the thousand soul umbrella drips and spins in the air, the black fog rolls out and covers the sword tomb in an instant.

A fuzzy figure loomed in the black fog, at the same time, the shrill scream continued.

After a short time, a vague shadow appeared on each sword. Although it was vague, the shrill cry could be heard clearly.

The feeling of being reluctant to leave can be felt by everyone.

However, the powerful power of the thousand soul umbrella is to let these angry souls leave the sword instantly, and the next second, they are killed by the soul in the thousand soul umbrella.

The parasol spins faster, and the chilly feeling makes everyone uncomfortable.

About half an hour later, the thousand soul umbrella stopped spinning, and Zhang Xiaojian's spiritual power hit it. After two flashes in the air, the umbrella disappeared.

"You can go in, but these ancient treasures need chance. If you can pull them out, it depends on your own ability." After Zhang Xiaojian finished, she was the first to go in.

His perceptual ability is released. After searching one side, he doesn't find what he likes. It's no wonder that his current cultivation is in the middle of practicing emptiness. How can he look up to ordinary things.

But, after all, it's Lingbao. It's a pity if you don't take it. It's good to give some to those people in Guyue village.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian waved her hand, and the golden light appeared. In an instant, dozens of long swords had appeared in the air.

In the next second it's gone completely.

Gong Hong, Bai ling'er and LAN Pao brothers all began to look for their favorite swords in the tomb.

The disciples are even more elated. This is not something that can be bought with money. Everything here is a spiritual treasure left by the ancient cultivators. Lingbao, when you think of something with such a fork in your hand, everyone's face shows a smile.

But not every one of these swords can be pulled out, because everyone's accomplishments are different. They can't pull out what they want easily like Zhang Xiaojian.

After a lot of efforts, finally, all hands have one, but some greedy people are still looking for it, trying to give their friends and relatives two.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojian is talking, the voice is not big, but everyone can hear.

"It's a great chance for one person to have one. I'm afraid we can't get out of the sword tomb. I feel that there must be something more powerful in it. Otherwise, the green leaf sect could not paint it as a forbidden area." Zhang Xiaojian's voice made the people who were just happy calm down.

Yes, it's so easy to get the ancient Lingbao. They feel it's not right.

"Are you worried. We are not very well now LAN Pao man frowned and said."I don't care. It's not easy to get here, but I have to take more out. Otherwise, I will not be reconciled to death. " The man in red said and began to look around.

Zhang Xiaojian sighed, and then did not say anything. She took out a cigarette and smoked it silently.

"What shall we do?" Gong Hong asked.

"Leave the sword tomb and wait for them in the distance. After all, they sent the map." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Gong Hong nodded and waved. All the disciples of Qingyi gate and Ziyu palace all stepped back and left Jianzhong.

There are only two brothers in LAN Pao left in the sword tomb, which seems a little lonely.

Zhang Xiaojian stands between Gong Hong and his brother LAN Pao, smoking and quietly looking at the brother.

Greed is human nature. Zhang Xiaojian smiles bitterly. How many people die because of greed.

If everyone can control his mind, I'm afraid

But at this time, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly felt a trace of danger.

This kind of breath, as if from ancient times, is illusory but quite true.

"No, get out of here." Zhang Xiaojian called.

The one outside was scared and looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a pale face. I don't know what happened.

After hearing this, the man in LAN Pao looked back, laughed and said, "just this one, just one. Take it out and I'll go right away."

However, that kind of dangerous breath is getting closer and closer, Zhang Xiaojian's face becomes very ugly, quietly looking at a corner in the distance.

The sound of footstep, very light footstep, is approaching in this direction, as if a tiger is hunting quietly approaching its prey.