"Okay, Great Elder!"
Tang Tian came to his senses, stepped forward, and stepped on the huge sword formed by the beam of light just now.
This giant sword was like a real thing. When Tang Tian stepped on it, it felt extremely real.
Without further delay, he accelerated his steps and rushed towards the entrance quickly.
Tang Tian's figure disappeared in a flash and entered the Heavenly Sword Tomb.
The Great Elder Ye Qiuwen looked at the entrance of Tianjian Tomb, sighed, and murmured: "Little guy, although I don't know what level your swordsmanship is, I still hope that you can gain something from entering this time.
.The hope of Tianjian City cannot be all placed on the acting city lord and his disciples. Only when the number of evil disciples in Tianjian City increases, can Tianjian City become stronger."
After saying that, he raised his hand and put away the token. He put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him that had returned to its original state. He left after a long time.
"This place is so desolate..."
Tang Tian's figure appeared in a deserted valley, and all kinds of swords were stuck everywhere.
"These swords... actually include ordinary iron swords used by ordinary people, as well as ordinary weapons. From low to high, the more common the more."
Tang Tian was dumbfounded and looked around, stretching forward as far as the eye could see.
"There are so many long swords, many of which are dull and rusty... Is there really the true meaning of swordsmanship in this sword tomb?"
Originally, Tang Tian thought that as soon as he entered the Heavenly Sword Tomb, he would be greeted by the true meaning of swordsmanship. In other words, the true meaning of swordsmanship was everywhere.
But standing at the entrance of the valley, I felt nothing at all, only decadence and desolation.
"Boy, are you stupid? The true meaning of swordsmanship is restrained. This is the foundation. If these swords inserted here always exude the true meaning of swordsmanship, for them, it will be a kind of spiritual consumption, just like cultivators.
, the vitality is exhausted.”
Entering here
When he arrived, Fan Siren had already laid out the entire valley clearly.
"I see, then if I really absorb their true meaning of swordsmanship, wouldn't I be killing them?"
Tang Tian frowned slightly, feeling helpless.
As a sword cultivator, the status of the sword in his mind is not only a weapon, but also a partner and a relative!
Even if these swords have nothing to do with him, if he absorbs the true meaning of swordsmanship from them, it will be equivalent to destroying these swords.
"Boy, you don't have to worry. Moderate intake is harmless. Don't you think about it, how many years has this Heavenly Sword Tomb existed? It still exists? This Heavenly Sword Tomb has a formation arranged by their ancestor, which can nourish these things.
Swords, although some swords are just ordinary weapons, they are not even considered ordinary weapons, but they are comparable to spiritual weapons outside."
Although Fan Siren is not a swordsman, as a peerless strong man, he can still see the subtleties and see everything in front of him clearly.
"So that's the case, then I'll be relieved..."
Tang Tian breathed a sigh of relief. Another reason why he was worried was that he seemed to be quite destructive and would destroy wherever he went...
For example, the Luo Xing Sect's secret realm of phantoms and the place where Luo Xing Bow is suppressed...
As for the small world of the ancient tomb ruins, although it was destroyed in the sacrificial formation, it still has some connection with me.
This Tianjianzhong is such a magical place. It would be a pity if it was destroyed because of myself...
There is no way to explain that to the people in Tianjian City.
"Your true meaning of swordsmanship has reached the sixth level. In terms of true meaning of swordsmanship, it is also the top intermediate level.
. If you step into the seventh level of the true meaning of swordsmanship, you can say that you have entered a high-level level. In this case, not only will there be no damage to these swords, but they can even complement each other. As for what will happen, I don’t think so.
Sword cultivator, I don’t know, you can figure it out yourself!”
Fan Siren yawned as he spoke. He seemed to be sleepy after talking too much, so he didn't say anything anymore.
"Okay, Master Fan!"
Tang Tian nodded and stepped into the valley step by step.
"To practice the true meaning of swordsmanship, you first need to understand it. The true meaning of swordsmanship has always been a relatively ethereal power, similar to the power of the soul."
Tang Tian looked around, but did not see the figure of Tianjian City's senior brother.
After taking a look around, perhaps it was because it was the outermost part of the Heavenly Sword Tomb. The long swords stuck everywhere were not of high grade.
Tang Tian was going to try to understand these lowest-grade long swords first. Since they were inserted in such an important place as the Tianjian Tomb, they would not be aimless. Maybe there was some intention of the founder of Tianjian City...??.
After all, he was a master of alchemy in his previous life. Although he didn't have much experience in cultivation, after experiencing so much, Tang Tian gradually understood a truth.
One Dharma can pass, all Dharmas can pass.
Alchemy and cultivation are often the same.
Tang Tian did not release the true meaning of the sword, but used the main soul in the sea of ​​consciousness and the sword soul to release the power of the soul, which was attached to a rusty ordinary long sword.
"Buzz!"
Who would have thought that the long sword, which was originally a very ordinary sword, would actually be crawling with rust.
Tang Tian used the power of his soul to touch it, but was surprised to find that the rust stains transformed into a picture in his sea of ​​consciousness.
In an ordinary small mountain village, the morning sun shines in front of a thatched hut.
A wisp of smoke curled up from inside the thatched hut.
There was a boy of six or seven years old, brandishing an iron sword immaturely.
"This sword is the only thing my father left to me. I must not let down my father's expectations for Gouwa."
Although the little boy's face was immature, his clear eyes looked very determined. Even though every movement of swinging the sword was a little irregular, he still persisted.
After a while, my clothes were wet with sweat.
Every time the little boy swung his sword, he was very serious about it. Even with one movement, he could keep swinging it up and down.
I was so exhausted that I fell to the ground on all fours, unable to move anymore.
"Gouba, come to have breakfast!"
A gentle voice came from inside the hut.
"Okay, mother!"
The little boy shouted hard and replied. He turned over with difficulty, got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, held the iron sword in his arms, and pretended that nothing was wrong, and walked towards the hut.
Go inside.
In the hut, a woman wearing coarse cloth and wearing a high bun was carrying a bowl of wild vegetable porridge and placed it on an old wooden table.
The little boy first placed the iron sword on the table, took a cherished look at it, and then looked at the porridge in front of him.
This bowl of wild vegetable porridge has a lot of wild vegetables, but not many rice grains, so the porridge looks a bit green and black.
"Mom, you haven't eaten yet. I'm not hungry, so I'll give you the porridge!"
Although the little boy was hungry after practicing his sword, he looked at this precious bowl of wild vegetable porridge and was not in a hurry to eat it.
The woman turned around, holding a plate of something dark and said, "Silly boy, you are growing taller. You practice swordsmanship so hard every day. Eating this is good for your health."
Chapter completed!