As a result, Liu Ming found that apart from the Broken Sword Mountain in front of him, there was nothing else in the entire space, surrounded by white light curtains composed of Qibi, and milky white runes on the Qibi were faintly faint. The flickering of the sword kept on, and strands of sword aura were absorbed into the runes from time to time, as if a mud cow entered the sea quietly.
"Huh?" Liu Ming suddenly changed his expression, took a deep breath, mobilized the pure mana in his body, patted the sword pouch lightly, and after forcibly suppressing the Yuanling Flying Sword, his legs slammed. Pushing the ground soaring into the sky.
After a while, he turned into a golden light and came to a position close to the top of the peak, on a platform.
As soon as the light converged, Liu Ming reappeared on the platform, and not far away was a primitive stone monument that looked a little old.
Next to the stele is a golden long sword pierced in the rock, only a foot long golden long sword is exposed. The sword body is golden, and the blade close to the hilt about six or seven inches has the size of a thumb knuckle. Most of the two mutilated openings of the sword hilt are mutilated.
But this sword does not seem to be too old, the pattern of the dragon on the hilt is still clearly visible, and it also faintly exudes an indomitable sword intent.
Different from the densely distributed broken swords near the belly of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, this sword is located within a few hundred feet, but there are no other broken swords, and there are less than a hundred swords above it. There is almost a sword monument next to the sword, which naturally shows that every sword here has its own story.
These buried vicissitudes of the past will eventually be forgotten by everyone, and in the end only an ordinary stone stele and the remnant sword still gleaming.
But these faint flashes condensed into an intact sword qi phantom, still reminding everyone who enters here that the glory of these residual swords seemed to have happened yesterday.
"Lining Sun Sword!"
Liu Ming then carefully looked at the lettering on the stone tablet in front of him, suddenly startled slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
He had previously noticed that this golden sword intent was vaguely familiar, but now he suddenly realized that when he saw the word "Fierce Yang", this sword was actually in the Biqiong Illusion Palace that day, Jin Lieyang Phantom The golden flying sword that moved.
However, Liu Ming had fought against Jin Lieyang Phantom many times in the mysterious space illusion, and this could only be recognized at a glance.
At this moment, the golden sword in front of him seemed to sense Liu Ming's location, a burst of golden light burst, strong and vigorous sword auras rushed toward him, causing the sword pouch on his waist to release its mouth. , The same is also a golden light lasing out.
Liu Ming reacted extremely quickly, holding the Void Sword in his hand with one claw, and without hesitation, he moved down the mountain.
When he returned to the foot of the mountain again and set foot on the ground again, the Void Sword in his hand finally calmed down.
This up and down, Liu Ming has roughly felt that although this Broken Sword Mountain is from bottom to top, the remaining swords are becoming more and more sparse, but the strength of the sword energy it emits is exactly the opposite.
Just now, he didn't even use the sword pill, and the Lieyang sword was already raging and was about to shoot out on its own. If it really echoed to the top of the peak at the beginning, the danger could be imagined.
Thinking of this, he decided to start from the bottom, fighting with ordinary flying swords, and slowly tempering it, and when the flying swords are almost tempered, he will gradually fight upwards.
He calmed his mind for a while, and then took out the graded Dou Jian Pill wrapped in three-color fireworks from Xumi Jie without a hassle.
Lifting one hand, he threw the sword fighting pill into the air, and at the same time the sword in his hand condensed, and the golden small sword shook into the air after a tremor in his hand.
Then the sword art in his hand changed. After the strands of pale golden sword energy on the Void Sword condensed in the void, it also turned into a pale golden ball of light, and hit the three-color flame at one end.
A muffled "bang"!
The three-color flames unexpectedly merged with the pale golden sword energy and then exploded, exposing one of the silvery beads, whirling in mid-air.
Groups of flames of different colors emerged in the entire void, and at the same time a faint fragrance of incense spread.
At the same time, all kinds of flying swords at the bottom of Broken Sword Mountain hummed in unison, and the whole mountain began to tremble slightly.
"Swish"!
At the bottom of the mountain, on the wall closest to Liu Ming, a gray broken sword with a length of about a foot and a fist-sized gap on the sword body suddenly burst into gray and turned into a two-three-foot-long gray glow into the sky. The ball lased away.
"go with!"
Seeing this, Liu Ming snorted, and slammed the sword in his hand. After the golden small sword hovered in the void, it suddenly disappeared in a vague manner.
After a flash, a golden light with a length of ten feet suddenly appeared again, and it lased directly at the gray light.
"Here" came a sound like tearing gold and silk!
There was a sudden wailing among the gray awns, the faint gray awning on the gray little sword dissipated, and it turned back to a dim and dull broken sword, and hovered back into the original place with a "pump".
On the nearby mountain wall, light gray mist emerged, and quickly wrapped the dagger.
"It seems that Broken Sword Mountain actually has the ability to warm up these remnant swords." Seeing this, Liu Ming's eyes flashed strangely, and he muttered softly.
However, it was only a matter of two or three breaths when the small gray sword shot out and then reinserted into the sword mountain.
At this time, a burst of "chichi" sounded one after another, and more broken swords rose from the mountain and turned into sword lights of different colors, densely roaring toward the golden small swords in the void.
"Oops!"
Liu Ming hurriedly jumped, grabbed Dou Jian Pill in his hand, and quickly received it into the Void Precepts like lightning.
Although he had simulated how to use the sword pill in the fantasy world many times before, he still underestimated the pill's provocation against these broken swords.
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At the same time, in a cave mansion on Tianjian Peak, a well-groomed young man in brocade, wearing a jade crown, was sitting cross-legged, looking at the white light curtain in the void in front of him.
"Hey, these old guys are really getting more and more mischievous! They are just a junior in the realm of fake pills. Although the flying sword has been smelted through the galaxy sand and is much sharper than ordinary flying swords, it is still a little bit sharper than ordinary flying swords at this time. Fuck it too hastily, tusk... He also gave him a grade-level fighting sword pill. If he can't control it, his life may be in danger. However, this person is not a disciple of my Tianjianfeng, and he can only look at his own good fortune. ."
After the Qingpao youth muttered a few words to himself, with a sudden wave of one hand, a volume of green light shot towards the white light curtain.
After a faint ripple on the surface of the light curtain, the "pounce" turned into a little white light and dissipated.
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At this time, Liu Ming, who was in the Sword Burial Tomb of Broken Sword Mountain, was sitting cross-legged, with big beads of sweat on his forehead slipping continuously.
As his hands kept squeezing the sword art, a golden light in the sky surrounded and blocked dozens of rays of light. It was extremely dexterous and erratic, making the sound of "ping-ping-pong-pong" sword friction from time to time.
Because this entry-level Doujian Pill is too powerful, in the short moment of sacrifice, hundreds of flying swords have been attracted to fly towards him, fighting against the void flying sword. A group.
There were also a few Feijians who did not know why they were fighting each other in the void, but this made Liu Ming secretly relieved.
Although most of these flying swords are the lowest-level and weakest in the entire mountain, hundreds of them are swarming. Even though the Void Sword is so sharp, there is no way to parry it under such a wheel of war.
At this time, the golden light on the surface of the Void Sword was obviously dimmer than before. Even with the support of Xinghe Sha, there were still many small cracks visible to the naked eye on the sword.
Liu Ming's own mental power was also consumed with the continuous acceleration of Feijian, even if he had the help of the awakening insects and his spiritual power was far above the same level, he couldn't bear it now.
That's the case, if you change to other sword repairs even in the early stage of the true pill, I am afraid that the sword will be destroyed long ago.
At the same time, there are still flying swords on the mountain peaks, seeming to be attracted by the sword intent here, and blasting towards this side in twos and threes.
After Liu Ming sighed a little helplessly, with one hand, the golden flying sword hovered in the void, slashing back the two flying swords as fast as lightning, and then flew back to the sword pouch at his waist with a "swish". Among.
Then he stroked the sword pouch with one hand, concealing it, and at the same time, he dared not delay for a moment to mobilize the mana in his body, poured it into the car trouble totem on his shoulder, and instantly aroused it. After the breath was reduced, he went to the foot of the mountain. A huge bluestone flashed behind.
Sure enough, as he expected, the remaining seventy or eighty flying swords in the void, after losing their main goal, fought with each other.
Not long after, those flying swords finally consumed the last sword energy and stopped fighting, and a handle flew back into Broken Sword Mountain. Among them, there were a few dim and completely spiritually damaged flying swords. Falling to the ground in random directions.
Liu Ming closed his reassuring eyes and immersed his divine consciousness in the void sword pouch around his waist, carefully observing the situation of the void sword.
The situation of the Void Sword at this time is obviously not very optimistic. In addition to the small cracks seen earlier, there are countless criss-cross scratches on the sword body. Although they are not major damages, they must at least be warmed up. It takes ten days and a half months to recover as before.
But Liu Ming is not in a hurry!
This time the mistake was caused by the failure to control the use of the sword pill. There was such a gap, and it happened to simulate the use of the sword pill in the illusion.
Right now, most of them are low-level flying swords, and then if he enters the middle and upper levels of the mountain to temper the flying swords, the Dou Jian Pill may really be brought to life by improper control.
After thinking about it this way, he filled his sword bag with some elixir, and then sat cross-legged on the spot, regaining his mental power and mana.