Chapter 5076
The sword blank without wisdom gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the hillside.
Instead, there are brand-new real swords. It seems that years have not left traces on the swords of these real swords.
They are brand-new as if they had just been cast. There is a strong derivative force generated from the sword body, and then converged into a thin fairy mist.
These real swords are enough to be worthy of ordinary monks.
But in the eyes of Jian Wushuang, they still lack the most important thing - the spirit of resonance.
Only when the real sword produces wisdom can it resonate with the sword bearer.
Unfortunately, he did not feel the wisdom from any real sword.
At this time, Nan Xuan suddenly began to remind, "little friend, notice that there is a strong breath fluctuation on the top of the mountain."
Jian Wushuang nodded, and he also felt the waves from the top of the mountain.
There are even more real swords in the whole hillside than at the foot of the mountain. Roughly speaking, there are no less than 200000 swords.
But these 200000 real swords did not produce wisdom in their lifetime.
Although quite confused about this, Jian Wushuang still walked to the top of the mountain.
As the first of the three levels, he didn't believe it would be so easy.
Sure enough, the next moment, the top of the mountain suddenly trembled, and then the sword curtain composed of countless real swords fell from the sky.
"Boom!!"
The mountain was trembling, and Nan Xuan's long eyebrow picked, and he was ready to start.
But Jian Wushuang shot him first.
He took a direct step forward, and with a sudden wave of his right arm, thousands of rays of light burst out!
When the two collided, the whole Jianshan was shocked, and the real swords within nearly a thousand miles were all broken into powder.
And the sword curtain was broken and scattered all over the field.
Originally, a big crisis was solved in this way.
But the sword unparalleled didn't stop at all. Its body was vertical and straight up the mountain!
Nan Xuan followed him and quickly followed.
Stepping on the top of the mountain, a kind of different from the foot of the mountain, the smell of the hillside diffused, and the clouds turned dark red.
It was a desolate atmosphere from ancient times. It was spacious and breathless. That loneliness seemed to go beyond the concept of years, which made Yan Xian unable to feel.
Looking from the extreme, on the black brown dilapidated mountain top, a broken long sword, or oblique inserted, or buried by soil, leaving only unspeakable desolation.
Although each sword is broken, the remaining body of the sword is still sharp, and has not been captured by years.
Here, it seems that after a very fierce war, the sword bearer has long disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked in God's blood.
"Here, only sadness is left." Nan Xuan murmured, and then picked up a handful of soil from the earth under his feet.
The soil is red and seems to be infiltrated repeatedly.
"Here, not Jianshan, but Jianzhong." After Jian Wushuang said this sentence, he looked at all the broken long swords.
Even after countless years, even if the sword body is broken, these long swords still have wisdom.
Sword unparalleled can even vaguely feel the meaning of resonance.
At this time, an old voice that didn't know where to start sounded.
"That's right. This is indeed the sword tomb, the place where I finally go."
As soon as this sound sounded, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan were alert at the same time, and even Yan Li was released at the same time.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just want to talk to you."
With the fall of this sound, all the broken long swords made a light sound.
Then, a black robe appeared from the top of the mountain, and then walked slowly down.
With every step of him, all the broken swords were rhythmic and catered to, as if he had seen an old friend who had not been reunited for a long time.
Jian Wushuang's heart was already hanging high, and he could clearly feel the terrible shape of the black robe, which was from the ancient atmosphere.
"I've been asleep for a long time and haven't spoken for a long time."
Just a few moments later, the black robed figure came to the unparalleled sword, and then stretched out his thin palm and pulled down the hood that covered his face.
The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but resolute face, just like a sword, which was breathtaking.
Jian Wushuang didn't open his mouth. Looking at the old man's face in front of him, he actually felt familiar.
And Nan Xuan was speechless. Although he was already a Dayan immortal, the breath emitted by the old man in front of him easily crushed him.
Therefore, none of them dare to act rashly.
Looking at their cautious faces, the old man in black smiled gently, "don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit, and I won't have any malice to you."
"Sword, spirit?"
Jian Wushuang shivered in his heart, looking at the black robed old man who called himself Jianling in front of him.
Only when the real sword has spirit can it lead to a deeper road.
As early as seeing the old man in black, Jian Wushuang guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't think of was Jianling.
What a terrible existence is Jianling who can grow to such a level?
This is simply unimaginable existence, and even far more incredible than the Sword Fairy.
The spirit is born by the instrument, and the spirit is transformed by the soul, and finally becomes the sword spirit, and continues to rise to the limit, reaching the top.
At present, the old man is the top of the sword spirit.
At this time, the old man in black laughed again, "I forgot to say that I was already the peak Dayan fairy before I fell asleep."
“……”
“……”
The peak Dayan fairy, above jiuzhuan, is the closest existence to the emperor's perception. Even in that ancient era, the peak Dayan fairy is extremely rare.
And this black robed old man is not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Dayan immortal?!
This has completely exceeded the imagination of jianwushuang.
A sword spirit reached the peak of Dayan immortal. What level of existence should its master be?
Nan Xuan was completely speechless. During the time he followed Jian Wushuang, what happened, the Yan Xian he saw, and even the existence of the legendary Da Yan Xian, were far beyond imagination.
The realm he was proud of seemed to have a feeling that it was not worth mentioning
Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He never thought that there would be such a terrible statue in the three inch mountain.
The old man in black didn't care about the shock in his eyes, and continued, "little friend, the stars flow, and the Chinese year turns. I want to ask, where does this place where I sleep belong?"
Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang still experienced countless wars, and soon calmed down and said, "he belongs to the big division."
"Big division? Very good, very good," the black robed old man showed a very satisfied look, "then I ask again, who is the emperor of this big division?"
"The emperor in the big division... Is the real Wuyang."
At this point, Jian Wushuang's eyes have been enlightened for some points.
Instead, there are brand-new real swords. It seems that years have not left traces on the swords of these real swords.
They are brand-new as if they had just been cast. There is a strong derivative force generated from the sword body, and then converged into a thin fairy mist.
These real swords are enough to be worthy of ordinary monks.
But in the eyes of Jian Wushuang, they still lack the most important thing - the spirit of resonance.
Only when the real sword produces wisdom can it resonate with the sword bearer.
Unfortunately, he did not feel the wisdom from any real sword.
At this time, Nan Xuan suddenly began to remind, "little friend, notice that there is a strong breath fluctuation on the top of the mountain."
Jian Wushuang nodded, and he also felt the waves from the top of the mountain.
There are even more real swords in the whole hillside than at the foot of the mountain. Roughly speaking, there are no less than 200000 swords.
But these 200000 real swords did not produce wisdom in their lifetime.
Although quite confused about this, Jian Wushuang still walked to the top of the mountain.
As the first of the three levels, he didn't believe it would be so easy.
Sure enough, the next moment, the top of the mountain suddenly trembled, and then the sword curtain composed of countless real swords fell from the sky.
"Boom!!"
The mountain was trembling, and Nan Xuan's long eyebrow picked, and he was ready to start.
But Jian Wushuang shot him first.
He took a direct step forward, and with a sudden wave of his right arm, thousands of rays of light burst out!
When the two collided, the whole Jianshan was shocked, and the real swords within nearly a thousand miles were all broken into powder.
And the sword curtain was broken and scattered all over the field.
Originally, a big crisis was solved in this way.
But the sword unparalleled didn't stop at all. Its body was vertical and straight up the mountain!
Nan Xuan followed him and quickly followed.
Stepping on the top of the mountain, a kind of different from the foot of the mountain, the smell of the hillside diffused, and the clouds turned dark red.
It was a desolate atmosphere from ancient times. It was spacious and breathless. That loneliness seemed to go beyond the concept of years, which made Yan Xian unable to feel.
Looking from the extreme, on the black brown dilapidated mountain top, a broken long sword, or oblique inserted, or buried by soil, leaving only unspeakable desolation.
Although each sword is broken, the remaining body of the sword is still sharp, and has not been captured by years.
Here, it seems that after a very fierce war, the sword bearer has long disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked in God's blood.
"Here, only sadness is left." Nan Xuan murmured, and then picked up a handful of soil from the earth under his feet.
The soil is red and seems to be infiltrated repeatedly.
"Here, not Jianshan, but Jianzhong." After Jian Wushuang said this sentence, he looked at all the broken long swords.
Even after countless years, even if the sword body is broken, these long swords still have wisdom.
Sword unparalleled can even vaguely feel the meaning of resonance.
At this time, an old voice that didn't know where to start sounded.
"That's right. This is indeed the sword tomb, the place where I finally go."
As soon as this sound sounded, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan were alert at the same time, and even Yan Li was released at the same time.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just want to talk to you."
With the fall of this sound, all the broken long swords made a light sound.
Then, a black robe appeared from the top of the mountain, and then walked slowly down.
With every step of him, all the broken swords were rhythmic and catered to, as if he had seen an old friend who had not been reunited for a long time.
Jian Wushuang's heart was already hanging high, and he could clearly feel the terrible shape of the black robe, which was from the ancient atmosphere.
"I've been asleep for a long time and haven't spoken for a long time."
Just a few moments later, the black robed figure came to the unparalleled sword, and then stretched out his thin palm and pulled down the hood that covered his face.
The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but resolute face, just like a sword, which was breathtaking.
Jian Wushuang didn't open his mouth. Looking at the old man's face in front of him, he actually felt familiar.
And Nan Xuan was speechless. Although he was already a Dayan immortal, the breath emitted by the old man in front of him easily crushed him.
Therefore, none of them dare to act rashly.
Looking at their cautious faces, the old man in black smiled gently, "don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit, and I won't have any malice to you."
"Sword, spirit?"
Jian Wushuang shivered in his heart, looking at the black robed old man who called himself Jianling in front of him.
Only when the real sword has spirit can it lead to a deeper road.
As early as seeing the old man in black, Jian Wushuang guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't think of was Jianling.
What a terrible existence is Jianling who can grow to such a level?
This is simply unimaginable existence, and even far more incredible than the Sword Fairy.
The spirit is born by the instrument, and the spirit is transformed by the soul, and finally becomes the sword spirit, and continues to rise to the limit, reaching the top.
At present, the old man is the top of the sword spirit.
At this time, the old man in black laughed again, "I forgot to say that I was already the peak Dayan fairy before I fell asleep."
“……”
“……”
The peak Dayan fairy, above jiuzhuan, is the closest existence to the emperor's perception. Even in that ancient era, the peak Dayan fairy is extremely rare.
And this black robed old man is not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Dayan immortal?!
This has completely exceeded the imagination of jianwushuang.
A sword spirit reached the peak of Dayan immortal. What level of existence should its master be?
Nan Xuan was completely speechless. During the time he followed Jian Wushuang, what happened, the Yan Xian he saw, and even the existence of the legendary Da Yan Xian, were far beyond imagination.
The realm he was proud of seemed to have a feeling that it was not worth mentioning
Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He never thought that there would be such a terrible statue in the three inch mountain.
The old man in black didn't care about the shock in his eyes, and continued, "little friend, the stars flow, and the Chinese year turns. I want to ask, where does this place where I sleep belong?"
Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang still experienced countless wars, and soon calmed down and said, "he belongs to the big division."
"Big division? Very good, very good," the black robed old man showed a very satisfied look, "then I ask again, who is the emperor of this big division?"
"The emperor in the big division... Is the real Wuyang."
At this point, Jian Wushuang's eyes have been enlightened for some points.
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