"Thousand Ming Hanning"
"Xin Tian Zhan Lu"
"Chisu"
In the huge and empty valley, the solitary peak of Baizhang is majestic and lofty, but standing outside the valley and quietly watching the flying swords in the hands of Zong Zhen, Cai Shu and Lin Hang, the old man in green robe seems to be in harmony with the surrounding scene Out of place, indescribably lonely.
Since he, like these people today, entered the sword tower for the first time, it seemed that he was doomed to a lonely fate.
The flying sword he obtained in the sword tower is called "Wu Shuang".
This is a flying sword that is extremely powerful and proud.
And he himself is a very strong and proud person.
He still remembers that he entered Shu Mountain at the age of twelve, and at the age of thirteen, he had already cultivated the Dao Dao Zhi Cui Xu Jue to the fourth level.
At the age of twenty, he had cultivated to the point where he could draw a sword into his body, and he was the first person to enter Shushan Mountain the fastest within a hundred years.
At the age of forty, he had already reached the realm of his natal sword essence, and even created his own sword formula. Since then, he and his "Wu Shuang" have been hard to come by.
But just when he was high-spirited and looked down on the world, he met the strongest enemy in his life, Zhuo Wuxiang.
Emei's previous head teacher, Zhuo Wuxiang.
And when he met him at that time, Zhuo Wuxiang was not yet forty years old, and he was not yet Emei's head teacher.
Zhuo Wuxiang's cultivation base is higher than his, and his sword formula is more profound than his. He finally tasted the taste of defeat, so he retreated in Tianjian Peak and devoted himself to cultivating, hoping to surpass Zhuo Wuxiang. When he came up with a new sword formula and went out to find Zhuo Wuxiang, he found that Zhuo Wuxiang had already died in the battle of Jinding.
He is there, but the opponent is no longer there.
He successfully passed the test, but he didn't expect that there would be no chance to turn defeat into victory.
And on the golden dome where Zhuo Wuxiang died, he also felt Zhuo Wuxiang's sword intent of caring for the world and the world from Zhuo Wuxiang's sword marks.
It was that trace of sword intent that remained, and he realized that if Zhuo Wuxiang was immortal, he only had himself and his sword in his heart, and he, who only wanted the power of the sword formula, was not Zhuo Wuxiang's opponent.
So he abandoned his sword and went back to seclusion, sealed himself in Tianjian Peak, and guarded the sword tower.
The green robe on this body seems to have been weathered, and the somewhat tattered old man is the former genius of Shushan, Duguaojue!
Shushan has the highest seniority, and has guarded Tianjian Peak for four hundred years, even if Yu Ruochen saw him, he still called him the Dugu Ao Jue of Master Uncle!
This old man who once had countless splendors, aloof and lofty, his vision and cultivation are naturally supreme, he can see at a glance that Qianming Hanning and Lin Hang that Zong Zhen found are not angry because Zong Zhen laughed at Luo Bei , the Chisu picked out at random is a good flying sword, and the Xintian Zhanlu in Caishu's hand is a powerful and upright magic weapon, which can make it automatically recognize its master, which is really rare in hundreds of years .
It can be said that it is the luck of Shushan to produce three excellent flying swords in a row, when the qi has been transformed for hundreds of years.
But at this moment, the lonely old man in green robe was sighing slightly.
The persevering aura that permeates Luobei's body, regardless of life and death, but also to control his own destiny, has also moved him.
He saw the last step that went beyond the limit, and finally couldn't support Luo Bei who passed out, and his hand fell on the black flying sword.
It was a flying sword with a simple style, more than three feet long, and the whole body was black, even with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything special about this flying sword.
No matter how you look at it, the last one Luobei picked up seems to be an ordinary flying sword.
This is chance
"Could it be that God just misses him and needs to be tempered more?"
Looking at the black flying sword in Luo Bei's hand, Dugu Aojue couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.
"kindness?"
But at this moment, Dugu Aojue suddenly felt a strange aura.
A drop of Luo Bei's blood fell on the black flying sword that Luo Bei finally couldn't hold on and passed out, but a faint brilliance flashed through it, and it shook slightly.
"what happened?"
At this time, not only Zong Zhen, Cai Shu and Lin Hang felt the swords in their hands tremble slightly, but even the thousands of flying swords on the entire Baizhang Peak were trembling slightly, making ding ding dong The sound of metal and iron hitting each other.
"A Jue Bing is born, and Wan Jian shakes!"
"Obviously the quality of the sword doesn't look special, but it has an aura that overwhelms Wan Jian. I don't even know what kind of sword it is!"
Dugu Aojue, who was standing at the entrance of the valley, had a look of shock and surprise on his face at first, but then a rare smile appeared on his face.
***
"how?"
In Tianhao Peak, in Luobei's room, Yu Ruochen asked Yan Jingxie who was taking his finger away from Luobei's pulse gate.
In this small room in Luobei, there are also two other figures of extremely high status and cultivation in Shushan, Zong Lezhen and Bingzhuyun.
These four people, at the moment when Luobei chose this sword embryo, also felt the breath of the birth of the absolute soldier, and the shaking of the ten thousand swords.
So as soon as Caishu, Lin Hang and others took Luobei out of Tianjian Peak, they were brought here immediately.
Although Luo Bei is still awake at this moment, his body has been wrapped up with pure white gauze, and the fragrance of medicine is faintly revealed on his body, obviously he has been carefully healed.
Yan Jingxie was the most stern and aloof character among the many teachers in Shushan, but when he heard Yu Ruochen's words, a wry smile appeared on his face.
"There is nothing unusual. It should be the kind of physique that Uncle Feng said, with extraordinary talent and strong vitality."
After so many years of cultivating Taoism, Yan Jingxie has seen many people who even thought of things that they couldn't think of, but at this moment, he feels that what he knows is contemptuous.
On Tianqing Peak, Yan Jingxie, who had seen Luo Bei's explosive power and speed, felt that Luo Bei should have practiced the rest of the formulas. Otherwise, he would point directly at the second level of the Cui Xu formula with the Dao, and he would definitely not have such strength and strength. speed. However, after a thorough investigation with real yuan, he found that there was no other real yuan, but the vitality of Luobei, but it was indescribably powerful.
With such a serious injury, perhaps it will be healed in a few days.
Yan Jingxie has never seen such strong muscles and bones, and such strong vitality.
And the black flying sword that is now in Luobei's hand, he can't see the truth at all.
Looking at this simple black flying sword without any patterns, which looked like it was made of black black iron, Yan Jingxie, Yu Ruochen, and Zong Leliu all focused their eyes on Bingzhuyun.
Not only was Yan Jingxie ignorant, even Yu Ruochen and Zong Lezhen couldn't see anything special about this black flying sword.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Even Bingzhuyun, the head of Tianzhu Peak and the master of flying sword refining, didn't know the black flying sword that was placed in Luo Bei's hand.
This is obviously not the flying sword that was refined by Tianzhu Peak in one or two hundred years.
After a few more careful glances, Bing Zhuyun grabbed the black flying sword.
"The sword is not light, it should be forged by some golden heroes."
Bingzhuyun started to feel a sinking feeling. Although this black flying sword is only three feet long, it seems to weigh hundreds of catties.
"The person who used such a flying sword in the past must have cultivated the sword intent not to be light and quick, but to be fierce and vertical."
Then he put the black flying sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, but Bing Zhuyun couldn't help but shook his head.
On this flying sword, there is not even a trace of pattern, not a single imprint. This kind of flying sword looks similar to some unfinished sword embryos in Tianzhu Peak.
"Look what material it is."
Bingzhuyun flicked the blade of the sword subconsciously with her fingers.
With Bingzhuyun's realm, sometimes just by listening to the sound, one can tell what kind of material the sword is made of.
"This is….!"
As soon as he flicked it up, Bingzhuyun's face changed a little, because when he pointed it up, the black long sword didn't make any sound.
After taking a deep breath, he flicked the blade vigorously again.
The blade still didn't make any sound.
Yu Ruochen, Yan Jingxie, and Zong Leliu also changed their faces.
This black long sword was obviously made of gold and iron, but it struck silently. As far as the three of them knew, there was only one flying sword in Shushan, which had such characteristics.
The Three Thousand Buddhas were only refined with black iron and pure gold, but tempered with weak water!
And now, even if Emei's lost peerless magic soldiers Ziying and Qingsuo were in front of these three people, the three of them would not be so pale.
Three Thousand Buddhas, in terms of the power of the flying sword itself, it is completely different from Ziying and Qingsuo.
But these three thousand Buddhas were the number one person in Shu Mountain in the past, who had mastered the Suixu Wanjian Jue, and Lin Fengwu's first flying sword was the original sword of Wan Dao's natal sword!
Seven hundred years ago, Lin Fengwu's Taoist companion Ruo Yinzhuang died, and he has disappeared since then. One said that he broke the heavens and shattered the void, and the other said that his heart died and his Taoism was exhausted, and he died in the world. .
This flying sword itself is not a peerless magic weapon like Ziying and Qingsuo, but it has an aura that makes Wan Jian overwhelmed. It is not Lin Fengwu's Three Thousand Buddhas, but He Feijian!
The Shushan flying sword, only after the death of the body, will the Shushan disciples return the flying sword to the sword tower. Or in the case of doomed death, first return his flying sword to the sword tower.
Now that Lin Fengwu's three thousand Buddhas were obtained by Luobei in the sword tower, Yu Ruochen and others knew that most of Lin Fengwu's heart died and died in the world.
Every time they thought about this matter before, the four of them felt that Lin Fengwu made a big mistake because of being disciples of Shushan, which caused the sword formula to be lost.
But the three thousand pagodas are right in front of them.
Back then, Lin Fengwu returned to Mount Shu and left his flying sword in the sword tower.
"Could it be that he concealed the Suixu Wanjian Jue in this flying sword?"
Yu Ruochen grabbed the black Three Thousand Buddhas, but under the continuous urging of his true energy, he sighed in disappointment.
The three thousand pagodas are empty inside, no different from an ordinary flying sword.