Chapter 37 The Heart of the Sword Tomb

Under the leadership of Xiao Xiaohan, they ran all the way to a valley, but beyond the valley was a swamp. The swamp was covered with broken swords of all sizes. At a rough look, there seemed to be nearly a thousand swords.

Lei Wujie was amazed when he saw the magnificent scene in front of him, his eyes filled with excitement, "I know, I know, this is..."

"Kenshin Tomb, after the valley is the Kenshin Tomb of the world's best sword-smithing family. This is the entrance - the gate of the Sword Tomb." Luo Mingxuan said with a smile, "But this swamp is covered with formations, and only the swordsman Tomb's

The sword guard knows the way in, but those who don't know the way will be swallowed up by the swamp if they step in. We need to wait for them now."

"You don't need them." Xiao Xiaohan turned to look at a few people, "Follow the pace, or you will die."

"Huh?" Luo Mingxuan asked in confusion: "How do you know the formation here?"

"I've been here," Xiao Xiaohan said, with nostalgia in his eyes. Then he jumped on a stone on the swamp with a tap of his toes, and then jumped again. After a dozen jumps, he reached the other side of the swamp. Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were hugging each other.

Sikong Qianluo immediately jumped over.

When Luo Mingxuan saw what was going on behind him, he was fighting seven people in a row. His movement skills were so fast that it was difficult to predict, but he was immediately beaten back by Su Changli's giant blade. Luo Mingxuan immediately took a step forward, and his sleeves suddenly

With a wave: "Look at my hidden weapon!"

But they saw dozens of dice flying towards Su Changli and others, and they hurriedly drew out their swords to block. He Ququ got a moment of respite, immediately grabbed Luo Mingxuan, and jumped back. The one with the highest level of body skills in the dark river.

Xie Hui and Xie Ling took a step forward, sneered, and jumped into the swamp following Xiao Xiaohan's footsteps. Each step was exactly the same, only three steps slower.

Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi were about to take a step forward and catch up, but Su Changli stopped them and said, "No need to chase."

"Why?" Su Hongxi asked.

Su Changli shook his head and sighed, "They two are already dead."

"Change the formation!" He Qu took Luo Mingxuan and took the final step.

Xiao Xiaohan nodded slightly, put his hand into a concave hole on the side of the rock, and twisted it slightly. The entire swamp came to life, and the incomplete sword blades began to change positions rapidly. Xie Hui and Xie Ling were shocked.

, he took the last step and fell into the swamp. He barely had time to call for help before he was completely swallowed up.

"There are twelve variations of the formation at the Sword Tomb Gate. The two of them were too careless." Mu Ying's voice was cold.

Su Changli looked at the people who entered, thought for a moment, inserted his sword into the soil and said in a deep voice: "There is only one entrance to the Jianxin Tomb, and there is also only one exit."

The two brothers He Qu and He Cong didn't say much more, and hurriedly led Lei Wujie and others into the valley. After a group of people walked on a dark and narrow mountain road for a stick of incense, Lei Wujie felt that they were in front of them.

There was a faint gleam of light, and he sped up a few steps to pass through the hole, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

A small world.

A world that only belongs to swords.

There are sword-making rooms one after another in the valley. Inside are shirtless, sweating men wielding swords. On the road, someone drove a carriage and ran quickly. Behind the carriage, there were swords and swords.

A perfect sword, the blade of the sword shines brightly, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

"So many swords?" Lei Wujie's eyes gleamed golden when he looked at them.

He Cong also smiled shyly: "These swords must be destroyed."

"So many swords must be destroyed!" Lei Wujie was surprised.

"Can you stop acting like you've never seen the world?" Xiao Xiaohan looked at Lei Wujie and said helplessly.

"Ah, oh" Lei Wujie also hurriedly corrected himself.

"This is the Sword Heart Tomb. They only forge the best swords in the world. Any swords that are not of the highest quality will be taken out and destroyed. The corpses of the swords you see at the gate of the Sword Tomb are these failed swords!"

He Qu said proudly. As soon as he spoke forcefully, the wound on his body opened and blood immediately poured out.

He Cong hurriedly supported him, and then Xiao Xiaohan said: "Don't say anything else, take us to find the old man and heal our wounds."

At this moment, I saw a carriage roaring by, with two identical women sitting on it. Their faces were not very beautiful, but they were extremely heroic. They had tougher eyebrows than men. The only difference was that one of them had a mole between the eyebrows.

When they saw everyone, they hurriedly reined in their horses. The woman with the mole between her eyebrows looked where she was going, and said in surprise: "Didn't you say that you were going to the outside of the valley to welcome the guests arriving from Xueyue City? How could you be so injured?"

When the woman saw Xiao Xiaohan, she hurriedly cupped her fists and bowed: "Miss."

"Long time no see" Xiao Xiaohan said with a smile.

The woman was stunned when she saw everyone: "Didn't you say there was only one?"

"There's no time to explain." He Cong hugged He Quang into the carriage, "I have to go to Jiange to heal."

At this time, Sikong Qianluo walked forward with Xiao Se in his arms and said, "My junior brother is also injured and has been unconscious for a long time. Can you help me?"

"My sister is also injured and needs treatment," Lei Wujie said.

When the woman saw Sikong Qianluo's pleading eyes, she did not hesitate and nodded, "Of course, go to Jiange first. Wutian, you take everyone from Xueyue City, and we will come later."

The other woman beside her nodded and got out of the carriage. The woman with the mole on her eyebrow immediately waved her riding whip, and the carriage rushed towards a high pavilion in the distance.

"Where to go? It's lawless. I guess these are the other two sword guard sisters in Jianxin Tomb. They are lawless." Luo Mingxuan said.

The woman turned over and dismounted and said, "That's right, I have no heaven."

"I am a disciple of Xue Yuecheng elder Yin Luoxia, Luo Mingxuan," Luo Mingxuan said.

Wutian nodded: "You are the person mentioned in the letter." He then looked at Lei Wujie and the others.

Lei Wujie said hurriedly: "I am a disciple of Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi in Xueyue City, Lei Wujie."

Wutian was also stunned, "It wasn't mentioned in the letter."

"Okay, if you haven't mentioned it, you can't come," Xiao Xiaohan said.

"Miss, I was joking, I don't know if I should go see the old man or go there," Wutian said respectfully.

"Let's go to the old man's place first." Xiao Xiaohan took Lei Wujie's hand and walked toward the Jiange.

"Hey, sister, why are you so familiar with this place?" Lei Wujie asked in confusion.

Xiao Xiaohan smiled, but her face became paler.

"Miss, Hua Jin is here, let her treat her," Wutian said.

"We'll talk about it after I see the old man. There's no rush."

"Old man, old man's, who is he?" Lei Wujie asked.

"Stupid," Luo Mingxuan said disdainfully: "Of course he is the master of the Sword Tomb."

"Oh" Lei Wujie responded, but his eyes were thoughtful.

Wu Tian brought Luo Mingxuan and Lei Wujie to the Jiang Pavilion, and was met with helplessness who had led He Qun He Cong, Sikong Qianluo, and Xiao Se to the Jiang Pavilion first.

"Have everything been arranged?" Wutian asked.

"It has been handed over to Hua Jin. He is being treated on the third floor." He couldn't help but nodded: "The old man is waiting in the main hall, let's go."

"Okay" Wutian turned around and said to Xiao Xiaohan and the others: "Miss, the old man is waiting inside. Come with me in."

"Luo Mingxuan, why did that woman ask you to come here?" Xiao Xiaohan asked.

"Princess, you can't be that woman. After all, that woman is your mother." Luo Mingxuan said, "Let me give it to that..."

"Shut up, she is the one you can use to make incense." Xiao Xiaohan shouted in a deep voice, "Also, who the hell is she? She asked me to call her mother."

Upon seeing this, Lei Wujie immediately patted Xiao Xiaohan's back: "Sister, don't be angry. Calm down your anger."

"Are there no other tasks?" Lei Wujie asked.

Luo Mingxuan shook his head, "No more. In addition to asking me to give the incense to that person, I just watched the Immortal Liubo Game and figured out a few tricks, which seemed to be related to swords. The old woman had a Xiaying Sword in her hand.

She also refused to give them to me. She said that she and Mr. Kenshinzuka were old acquaintances, so she helped me beg for a few and asked me to get them myself."

"I thought Fairy Luoxia was proficient in palm skills, but I didn't expect that she was also proficient in sword skills," Lei Wujie said.

"You, shut up!" Xiao Xiaohan gave Lei Wujie a violent shudder.

Just following Wutian, they walked forward. After a few steps, they entered the main hall of the sword pavilion. They saw countless exquisite and beautiful swords of different shapes placed around them. Lei Wujie and Luo Mingxuan's eyes suddenly widened.

Guang, looking at the sword in the main hall, praised loudly.

Luo Mingxuan and Lei Wujie were looking at the swords, while Xiao Xiaohan looked left and right, frowning.

An old man with white beard and hair and a kind face was walking towards the three of them. This must be the old man that Lawless had been talking about.

Wutian clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Old man."

"The letter says that the person who requested the sword is the disciple of Fairy Luoxia?" the old man asked.

"Senior, it's me," Luo Mingxuan stood up and said respectfully with his hands clasped in fists.

The old man nodded, and suddenly a sly smile appeared on his face: "How is your master lately?"

Luo Mingxuan was embarrassed for a while, but Xiao Xiaohan said angrily with black lines on his face: "Old man, Xiao Jie and I are here. If you don't look, are you thinking about that woman?"

The old man was stunned, looked at Xiao Xiaohan who was standing aside and being supported by Lei Wujie, and immediately straightened his back, cleared his throat, regained his fairy-like appearance, and said seriously: "Your sword

, the old man has already cast it."

"Senior, please give me the sword," Luo Mingxuan said happily.

"Well, that's a good word." The old man nodded, laughed loudly, and suddenly waved his long sleeves, and a row of swords hanging in the air fell in front of Luo Mingxuan.

A total of seven swords of different lengths were stuck on the ground, flashing with cold light.
To be continued...