Thousands of densely packed flying swords gathered into a solitary mountain peak.
When the mountain wind blew over these flying swords, it made a humming sound, and some flying swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound of metal and iron clashing.
The huge valley can't be seen at a glance. There is nothing in the whole valley, and it looks extremely empty.
"The three of you, each has a chance, go in and choose a sword embryo by yourself."
Hearing what the old man said, Luo Bei, Cai Shu, and Lin Hang calmed down and nodded.
Luobei saw that there were already some figures on the Baizhang isolated peak. Obviously, Caishu and Linhang had been waiting for him for a while, and some disciples who had entered before had already begun to choose Feijian.
"What's going on? Is there still a magic circle?"
Cai Shu took a step towards the valley, and felt a change in front of him. The valley and the solitary peak remained unchanged, but there were no figures of Luobei and Linhang beside him.
At the same time, a powerful momentum also hit her.
"This is sword energy!"
Immediately, the sharp and cold aura in this aura made her react immediately.
The tens of thousands of flying swords gathered into peaks turned out to be condensed into a substantial aura just by the sword energy exuding from the swords!
With this kind of momentum, every step forward takes a lot of effort!
"Luo Bei was injured so badly, how could he hold on!"
Looking at the lonely mountain peak hundreds of feet away from her, this idea immediately appeared in Caishu's mind, making her hands and feet feel a little cold.
Every chance!
Cai Shu immediately understood the meaning of the old man's words, to the sword tower, it turned out to be the last test to experience the invasion of the aura condensed by the sword energy!
"This is the magic circle that separates us and prevents us from seeing each other on the way!"
At the same time, Luobei, who stepped into the valley with one step, also felt the powerful momentum condensed by that sword energy.
These are just sword embryos that have no master, and the sword energy that is slightly revealed is condensed.
If there is a flying sword that can be driven, there is no need to be afraid of Zeng Yicheng's single Taoism.
And if tens of thousands of people were to unleash these flying swords against the enemy together, what kind of momentum and power would it be
For a moment, such thoughts flashed through Luobei's mind.
Going forward, the invisible pressure would be even greater. After walking dozens of steps towards the sword tower, he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan, and a wound on his back burst open!
With a "hiss", Luo Bei tore a strip from his tattered clothes and tied the wound.
Originally, he didn't want to bandage it, but he immediately found out that when the true essence of his delusion of the Heavenly Eternal Life Sutra has been exhausted, his repair ability is already very slow, and the cracked wound will not heal quickly.
Now that there is more blood flowing out, one point of his strength is lost.
But after walking dozens of steps forward, another wound on his chest burst open.
At the entrance of the valley, an old man in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Luobei, Caishu and Linhang who were only a few feet away but couldn't see each other.
At this time, Luobei has become a blood man.
But he saw that the young man was standing there, although there was pain on his face, but he did not back down, still walking forward step by step.
Every chance...
Thousands of flying swords of all kinds are stuck on the solitary mountain peak.
Not only are the colors different, but even the styles are all kinds of strange. Some flying swords are as tall as a person, wide and heavy, but some flying swords are no more than one finger wide and two feet long. Some flying swords are flying fish, fishbone, and curved snake-like luggage, while some flying swords even have holes and split ends. Some flying swords are like ice crystals, transparent and crystal clear, while some flying swords are shining with cold light, which looks extremely sharp. Some flying swords are not only on the hilt, but even the body of the sword is inlaid with gems of various colors, which looks extremely luxurious, while some flying swords look extremely simple, without any decorations.
Some flying swords are radiant, as if they were just put in yesterday, while some flying swords are dull and mottled, as if they have gone through vicissitudes.
No one knows which flying sword is powerful and is a peerless weapon, and which flying sword is ordinary and not very powerful.
Whichever one you choose is your flying sword.
"Is it picking beans?"
When Cai Shu appeared under the mountain peak formed by the flying swords, Zong Zhen was climbing at a height of sixty or seventy feet.
There is a huge difference in power between a high-quality flying sword and an ordinary flying sword when it is cast.
Zong Zhen was extremely shocked when he stood under the mountain where the flying swords gathered at the beginning, and now he climbed on this mountain, and it has been three or four incense sticks.
During the three or four incense sticks, Zong Zhen hadn't made up his mind which flying sword to bring back.
There are really too many flying swords, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for any new disciple to make a quick decision when he is under this mountain. What's more, what Zong Zhen was thinking in his heart was that for thousands of years in Shushan, disciples have been coming to this sword tower to choose flying swords. Among these disciples, there may be some with good vision. The easier it is for a powerful flying sword to be discovered and taken away.
In this case, the higher you go, the higher the quality of finding a good flying sword.
"Huh? Lin Hang even came in?"
When the figure of Cai Shu appeared in his sight, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang appeared in his sight again, and at the same time, he suddenly felt an unusually cold breath.
Looking along the aura, Zong Zhen found that just over a foot above his head, there was a black black iron-like flying sword and a silver flying sword with vine-like patterns. In the center, there was a deep blue sword. , the ice crystal-like flying sword, the entire flying sword was constantly rippling with cold air. "Could it be Qianming Hanning Sword?!"
Zong Zhen immediately thought of the flying sword of the legendary Master Leng of Shushan, Qianming Hanning!
"Even if it's not Qianming Hanning, it's not an ordinary flying sword!"
Because once the sword is pulled out, it cannot be changed. Zong Zhen hesitated for a while, but after all, he was attracted by the unique aura on the sword. He finally climbed up and pulled out the azure blue flying sword. Holding the hilt of the flying sword, Zong Zhen couldn't help being ecstatic in his heart.
Because as soon as Zong Zhen grasped the flying sword, he couldn't hold it, as if the sword was going to turn into an ice dragon and rush straight to the sky.
The sword has spirituality, and the sword qi roars to the sky, this is one of the characteristics of Shangjia Feijian!
"They may not be able to find a better sword than mine, right?"
Zong Zhen couldn't help looking down with some complacency.
"Luobei! Can he come in too?"
At this moment, Luo Bei's figure appeared again in his sight. Having never witnessed the battle between Luobei and Zeng Yicheng, and who didn't know Luobei's true strength, this thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Luobei!"
Caishu and Linhang, who had just arrived under the sword tower, couldn't help but exclaimed.
"finally reached!"
At this time, traces of blood had already oozed from all the wounds on Luo Bei's body.
Luobei actually walked under the sword tower when his strength was already close to the limit.
Before he finally arrived at the sword tower, he could choose his own flying sword.
But all his energy has been exhausted. When he saw Caishu and Lin Hang, he relaxed and squeezed out a smile, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down in front of the sword tower for several seconds. feet of wet mud!
"The genius of the past can't even touch the edge of the sword tower?"
Seeing Luobei fall down in the mud in front of the sword tower, thinking of the losses he had suffered in Caishu and his hands that day, holding the flying sword, Zong Zhen felt the power of the flying sword in his hand, his heart was full of joy, and he let out a cry sneer.
"What did you say!" It would be nothing if you laughed at Luo Bei in normal times, but at this moment, hearing Zong Zhen's ridicule like this, Cai Shu turned around with a murderous look in his eyes.
"I said he couldn't even touch the edge of the sword tower. Is that wrong?" Zong Zhen, who was extremely jealous when his enemies met, didn't back down, and sneered, "Why, this sword tower forbidden area, don't you? You still want to fight with me, but even if you want to fight, you have to pick a flying sword first, right?"
The clothes on Caishu's whole body are windless and automatic, and a blue brilliance emerges from his whole body.
If someone laughs at her, that's fine.
But at this moment, she doesn't allow anyone to laugh at Luo Bei!
Even if this is a forbidden area, if you do it, you will be severely punished, and you will not hesitate!
For a moment, Cai Shu's body was full of clank that even a man might not have.
With a sound of "Zheng", at this moment, a flying sword with a sharp silver light popped out of the sword tower and fell into Caishu's hand.
Feijian automatically recognizes the master? !
Zong Zhen and Cai Shu were stunned. Before they could react, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang's body and pulled out a fiery red long sword from the sword tower, pointing at him from afar.
For a moment, the face of Lin Hang, who seemed to have always been humble, was filled with an awe-inspiring and murderous look!
At this moment, Zong Zhen also saw that Luo Bei, who had fallen into the mud, struggled to stand up.
Finally arrived in front of the sword tower, but he didn't have any strength to climb the sword tower.
Even the sword tower can't be touched!
Luobei's strength at this time has been completely exhausted, and it is all based on a will to support here.
But when he forced himself to stand up, he found that he couldn't even take a step forward.
No! I can not be reconciled!
For a moment, Luo Bei's body was filled with tenacious and unyielding breath!
I want to control my own destiny!
Such an idea clearly appeared in Luobei's mind. Then, he took a heavy step forward, a step that has completely surpassed the limit!
With one step forward, Luobei's whole body pounced and fell forward. And it was this step that allowed Luobei's hand to touch the flying sword at the bottom of the sword tower.
Drops of blood slipped from Luo Bei's hands.
One drop, blown by the mountain wind, fell to the bottom of the sword tower, on a black flying sword in the mud.