Crossing three ancient cities that have stood still for thousands of years, and across the mountains in the middle, Luo Xingchen and his party, following You Junying and Hong Luo, finally arrived at the destination—Wuqian Daodian.
This is indeed a magnificent palace, dozens of rows of buildings, towering high and low, connected into one piece.
It is probably as big as a hundred miles.
A building that can be so magnificent, I don’t know how much effort it took the people who built it back then!
Staring at this ancient temple, Luo Xingchen could feel that there was an astonishing sword force everywhere.
The sword is fierce and domineering, the sword is not afraid of the enemies, the sword is fierce, and the mountains and rivers are smashed!
The avenue in front of them was about sixty feet wide.
Don't say it's extraordinary, even if it's a huge beast, it's enough.
However, when Luo Xingchen and his party arrived at the destination, the place was densely packed with people.
All of them are knife repairers.
All kinds of knives are displayed before everyone's eyes.
Some have two sharp edges, like a pair of leaves with a knife handle in the middle, which can kill people in both directions.
Some are huge, with a blade of about eight feet in length. They are carried by a nine-foot man, with the tip of the blade close to the ground, and walking gently, dragging this long blade, which can spark sparks against the ground.
Some are very petite, but extremely sharp and sharp, they are held in the arms of a woman and can be covered by their arms.
Yes, it seems ordinary, but the knife is hidden in the knife, which is double murderous and very dangerous.
Some are quite satisfactory, but the blade is somewhat sharp, and before it is out of the sheath, it is already flickering.
It is indeed a continent that loves swords, no wonder it will be named after the blade.
Most of the martial artists here have a kind of sincere love for the sword.
In their eyes, there are only knives, swords and shadows in this life.
If it were replaced by a sword repairman, no matter how strong his talent, this impeccable sword palace would definitely be rejected!
"Wow, a lot of people." Qing'er blinked her big eyes, and kept her heels on tiptoe and down. She was agile and lively, and she was very excited.
I saw in the front, on the door spanning several tens of meters, suddenly a knife about three feet long fell from the sky and plunged into the ground in an instant, tearing the earth apart huge openings, and a terrifying sword intent was released. A wave of blade lights blasted towards the four directions, and everyone retreated tens of feet in a row, with wonder and jealousy in their eyes.
In the sky, a white shadow floats down, one foot is on the handle of the knife, the golden rooster is independent, holding its arms, and indifferently looking down at the many knife repairs below!
This person has a stern face, crescent eyebrows, sharp eyes, a seven-foot man, not tall or short, and very good-looking.
It's just that almost everyone dare not look directly into his eyes, because as long as you stare carefully, you can see endless horror and murderous intent. This person's eyes are as cold as an abyss!
His age, it seems, but only 20 or 30 years old.
But this is just a superficial phenomenon, this person should be disdainful of the world, from cultivation to fame, it has been fifty years.
But what is fifty years
His realm, spiritual seal realm is complete, and his strong aura, once released, can overwhelm a lot of people.
His gaze still stared at the dense crowds indifferently, without interest, the corners of his mouth curled, and he sneered: "Who is the sword repairer? Do you understand the meaning of the sword? How heavy is the sword? If you have the courage, come in and sign up!"
"laugh!"
His arm grabbed hard, grabbed the handle of the knife, and the three-zhang giant knife, which instantly shrank and became six feet.
He carried the knife on his shoulders, arrogantly, turned his head swaggeringly, turned around and stepped in the air, stepping into the ten-mile courtyard of the Immaculate Sword Hall.
"Hiss... Enough! I must sign up! There is no shortage of swords hall, I have to enter when I die!"
A big man smiled, carrying his own big knife, and rushed in!
The remaining people looked at each other and swept away with firm belief.
Swordsmen should be fearless. No matter how strong the enemy is in front of them, they are confident that one day in the future, the blue will surpass them!
Afterwards, there were about thousands of knife repairers in this pile, and they disappeared on the road of sixty meters.
On the road, there are still dozens of scattered people. This group of people strolls leisurely and calmly.
Among them, two young people, one holding the scabbard, the other holding the knife in his arms, they looked at each other quietly and discussed in a low voice.
"He is the Dragon Slasher, Emperor Qiong?"
"Nonsense, using such a big knife, this kind of knife idiot, who else besides him?"
"Heh... Are you sure, how many dollars will you take him?"
The young man with a knife, glanced at the young man with a knife, playing with the taste.
The two of them are really only in their thirties, but their realm is in the early stage of the Spirit Seal realm.
"How many knives?" The young man with a sword held his face solemnly, his eyes projected towards the four characters of Wuqiandao Hall on the gate, and he said in a deep voice, "If I am in the same realm as him, I should be able to pick him up three times!"
"Cut, the dull guy... Qi Han, Su Ming, I won't wait for you!"
Immediately, a young man named Su Ming, a young man with a sword, strode out a meteor, burst out, and disappeared into place in an instant.
Afterwards, the remaining dozens of people, no longer procrastinating, moved in one after another.
On this road, only Luo Xingchen and his party were left.
"Hiss... my god!" Ling Ying was chilly, holding her arms together, shaking, walking towards Luo Xingchen, only feeling the cold wind.
He felt guilty in his heart, with a slight tremor, looking at Luo Xingchen pitifully, and squeezing out a smile: "I said boss, did we come to the wrong place? I feel like this is a bunch of lunatics, there are all weird people! Moreover, I have a hunch that if you enter inside, you may not be able to come out alive, so terrifying!
Ha ha... We might as well, change the place? "
Luo Xingchen glanced at Ling Ying, then without looking, he walked towards the crowd and smiled at his father Luo Tian: "Father, is it fun? Are you interested in making a break?"
Behind Luo Tian's shoulders, he carried a dull long sword wrapped in gray cloth.
He smiled faintly, showing a trembling head, calmly said: "Yes!"
"Ah! Hey, hey... Boss, they can only accept swordsmanship. No matter how talented you are in kendo, isn't it worthwhile? And among those present, who dares to say that his sword skills can be compared with the weird man at the gate just now?"
Ling Ying ran over, pulling Luo Xingchen's shoulder, and eagerly reminded.
Luo Xingchen's eyes were fixed on You Junying and his wife who had been silent.
He walked over calmly and asked calmly: "Brother You, sister-in-law, how sure are you that you can advance?"
You Junying glanced at Luo Xingchen indifferently, and said: "There is no shortage of swords, no miscellaneous items, and excellence. According to my guess, there are only a few dozen people who can successfully advance in the thousands of people who participated in the competition today.
And, maybe half of them are dying! "
"Hiss..." Ling Ying took a deep breath, her face, as if she had seen a ghost, became more and more embarrassed.
"Lao Lao Lao... Boss, I'm right! My hunch is so strong! Are we still going to die?"
Luo Xingchen pushed him away with a palm, looked at You Junying seriously, and asked again: "Big Brother You, are you sure?"
You Junying said calmly: "Seven percent."
Luo Xingchen nodded and said calmly: "They don't accept sword repairs, right!"
"Not bad."
"Okay, how long can this trial last?"
"Seven days."
"Well, seven days?"
Luo Xingchen lowered his head, smiled and thought, and then condensedly said: "I want to repair the sword, seven days..."
"Pouch...hahaha..."
Hearing this swearing word, Hong Luo suddenly laughed tremblingly, leaned forward and closed, and then couldn't stop smiling and said: "Boy, did you come here to make fun? Seven days? What can you do if you give you seven years, don't you think you I am the reincarnation of the saint of sword?"
Luo Xingchen smiled and said calmly: "You go in first to participate in the selection, give me seven days, I will definitely be there."
"Cut, little guy, say you are fat and you are still breathing, I don't care about it, Brother Ying, let's go!"
Immediately, Hongluo and You Junying walked into the Palace of Wuque Knife, arm in arm, and then left a group of them.
Luo Xingchen moved his muscles and bones, eloquently, turned his head, and said to Luo Tian earnestly: "Father, you can go in and take a look. Maybe it will be of great help to your understanding of kendo.
As for Uncle Shen Lei, you should also go in, leaving Brother Jiang, Qing'er and others, that's enough. "
"Chen'er, what about you?"
Luo Tian was a little puzzled.
Luo Xingchen said: "I'll go to a place, and first understand the sword technique."
Luo Xingchen said that he must do it, and it turned into a gust of wind and left.
No one knows, what on earth he wants to do, Qi Tian Wu Dao, still have to pass the trials of Wugua Dao Temple, is it possible
Shen Lei shook his head and looked at Luo Tian with a smile: "Brother Luo, your son, that's amazing."
"Haha... This kid is talking big, ignore him, Brother Shen, let's go in and take a look!"
Luo Tian grabbed Shen Lei's sturdy arms, one was handsome but not overbearing, and the other was a complete tough guy. They really had no fear and broke into Wuwei Knife Palace.
"I'll go in too!" Ling Feng was very interested and walked away.
"Hey, brother!" Ling Ying wanted to shout dullly, but Ling Feng was gone in a blink of an eye.
Ling Ying had to cover her head and smiled bitterly, then the corners of her mouth raised: "Let me see, can I find something good..."
"Shoo!" Ling Ying disappeared in an instant, everyone looked at the ground in surprise, everything was petrified.
The seven wolves smiled at each other, gathered in a group, touched their fists, and said in unison: "No matter the chores, blood killing technique, continue to practice!"
Among the group of women in the fantasy killing door, Chu Youzhu, dressed in purple, looked towards the north with a little disappointed eyes, and said to himself: "You and me are divided into two directions, running in opposite directions, the blade continent is as big as you. Bastard, you really are a liar..."
At the same time, in the north, there is a place called Broken Star Field, where there is a desolation everywhere.
Many meteorites fell from the sky, piled up here for many years, and turned into mysterious iron fragments.
In the front, a mountain space stretched for hundreds of miles, and there seemed to be a long fence made of profound iron.
They are shining silver, twists and turns, and can't see the end at a glance.
Du Yuen Long, calmly, clenched his fists, smiled and looked at the gray-haired Mu Shiyun from time to time.
"Hey, daughter-in-law, cultivate well. There is plenty of aura here, which is several times that of Blue Wind Continent. You will surely regain your youth."
"roll!"
Mu Shiyun covered her face with tulle, glared at Du Yuen Long, and opened her mouth to curse.
Du Yuanlang turned around without a smile. In the corner, Jian Jinghong hugged his arms, still so indifferent.
Du Yuenlang's eyes looked straight at Jian Jinghong, with a halazi flowing in his heart, and he was a little fanciful.
He had witnessed Jian Jinghong's beautiful face in the battle between the evil races.
"Cough..." Jian Jinghong's old injury relapsed, coughing slightly, his eyes condensed suddenly.
I saw the mysterious iron fence in front opened, and a group of people with disheveled hair rushed out frantically.
Before they ran far, they were shot into their bodies like a rain of sharp fragments. Their bodies were pierced, and their flesh and blood were blurred, and the strong in the spiritual image stage, just like this, fell into a pool of blood without any suspense.
Du Yuenlang, Mu Shiyun, Gu Cangxiong, Ren Qianlie, all of them were frightened and looked forward intently.
A group of silver-armored men, stepping in the air, holding cold gleaming chains in their hands, with indifferent gazes, they swept over...