Chapter 202: On the Sword Peak (three in one, a 6,000-word chapter please subscribe)

Under the blurry night, Ying Xiong and Xiao Yu walked side by side, Ying Ming followed slowly like an old man, his steps were even and steady, his eyes stared directly at his feet, as if he was racing against ants.

Every time Ying Xiong took a few steps, he would helplessly look back at the languid Ying Ming, for fear that this guy would be lost.

"Xiao Yu, go and tell that guy to hurry up..." Mu Yingxiong said with a cold face.

Well, he can't save face himself...

Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, then fell a few steps behind, "Cousin Yingming, let's walk faster...it's already getting late!"

Mu Yingming raised his head blankly, his pupils were dilated, and he said slowly: "Ah, what did you say?"

Xiaoyu: "..."

"I said, let's go faster! Also, cousin, why are you so slow to speak... You are only sixteen years old, but you look like a sixty-year-old grandfather!" Xiaoyu was speechless...

Yingming fell into silence again, still keeping his own rhythm, steady and unhurried...

Although Mu Yingxiong was in front, he was always paying attention to what was happening behind him. Seeing Ying Ming's helpless look, he couldn't help but feel angry and evil in his heart!

So, with a distorted face, he turned back to Ying Ming and said fiercely: "You have to be so slow, right? Well, Xiaoyu and I will accompany you..."

Um, use the cruelest tone and say the most cowardly words!

Then, the three-person team looked particularly weird under the night...

Every time you take a step, after lifting your foot, you have to wait a few breaths before putting it down, for fear of accidentally trampling on a little life!

…

"Let me go, Dad, what on earth are they doing! If this continues, how long will it take for them to reach the Sword Grave..."

On the top of a mountain in the distance, young Po Jun looked impatient.

Standing next to him was Jian Hui. Hearing the words, he said leisurely: "Po Jun, how many times have I told you to be patient! Since they followed our arrangement and headed towards the Jian Tomb, then we can wait with peace of mind.

Oh...that boy in white is born with an emperor's sword energy. If he can join our sect, his achievements in the future will be extraordinary!"

Po Jun was unconvinced and said: "But... but, Dad, are you really sure that he is the Heavenly Sword that has been rumored for thousands of years?"

"Inseparable! One day five years ago, I felt a sword energy that could reach the sky ten miles outside Mulong Town. This was very consistent with the heavenly sword energy that we had seen spread. I pursued it to Mulong.

Longzhen discovered these brothers..."

"Although the sword energy had disappeared when I arrived, the emperor's sword energy in the boy in white was still there! Therefore, I speculate that the energy of the heavenly sword must have come from him, but it was just temporarily suppressed..."

Po Jun said: "But what if it's the kid in black? I think he shouldn't be underestimated!"

Jian Hui's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, "It can't be wrong, because this is the inference of the wisdom I have accumulated over the years! Tianjian must be the boy in white! As for the one in black, although it is also extremely unique and difficult to measure

How high his future achievements may be, but...he has no sword spirit, let alone fighting spirit!"

Well, Jianhui ruled out a correct answer first!

Po Jun sighed after hearing this: "Dad, even if you think the boy in black lacks fighting spirit, for some reason, a strange feeling just arose in the boy's heart, as if he lived above the nine heavens, which made me shudder.

Feeling! Moreover, I have a hunch that he will be the fateful opponent that I must defeat in my life!"

Jian Hui couldn't stop laughing...

But he didn't know that the future Po Jun would really regard Ying Ming (Wu Ming) as his lifelong enemy!

Po Jun even spent more time with Ying Ming than Xiao Yu...

True lifelong companion!

"Just watch, when they arrive at the Sword Tomb, the 'Sword Soul' will let us know who is the real Heavenly Sword!"

…

It was obviously a journey less than ten miles away, but Ying Ming had to walk for most of the night!

Xiaoyu even had a look of dementia on her face, her eyes were distracted...

On the contrary, Mu Yingxiong was still in excellent condition, and from time to time he would glare at Yingming, as if he was secretly competing with him...

Suddenly, a "wuwu" cry came from the darkness, like a ghost crying, it was frightening!

Xiaoyu immediately became frightened and exclaimed: "Cousin...cousin, what...what a sound! It's like there are many people crying..."

Nervously, she grabbed Mu Yingxiong's arm, her face full of fear.

Mu Yingxiong froze at first, then suddenly felt a surge of fighting spirit. He felt that the blood in his body began to boil, and said proudly: "What are you afraid of! Don't say that someone is pretending to be a ghost, even if it is really a hundred ghosts crying at night, cousin

I will also fight my way out to protect you...and his safety!"

Yingming raised his lifeless eyes and looked at the darkness ahead, which was silent.

"Hurry up... we're almost there! You guys should hurry up..." In the distance, Po Jun was worried for the three of them.

However, under Ying Ming's precise rhythm control, this short one-mile journey actually took almost an hour...

In front of the three people, there was no one, and there was no terrifying scene of hundreds of ghosts crying at night.

Some are just towering mountains!

At the foot of the mountain, there are countless long swords stuck out!

There are all kinds of shapes, different lengths, various designs, colors and styles. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of them...

The so-called ghost cry is the whistling sound caused by these thousands of rusty swords when the night wind blows down the mountain.

"Ying Xiong...cousin, these...so many swords are so spooky and scary, let's...let's leave quickly..." Xiao Yu said, holding Mu Yingxiong's arm, a little fearfully.

When Ying Xiong heard this, he first glanced at Ying Ming and found that instead of showing fear, he actually showed a bit of pity for the countless rusty swords. Then he said proudly: "What are you afraid of? In my opinion, it will block our way home.

The purpose of the road is to lead us here! There should be some interesting things happening."

"No, you are wrong! There will never be anything interesting here, because this is... the Grave of Swords! The Grave of Ten Thousand Swords!" A strong voice came from behind the three of them.

The moment the three of them turned back, they quickly closed their eyes...

The reason is very simple, it’s so flashy!

Covered in golden armor, he also held a golden giant sword in his hand, with a golden dragon carved on the hilt!

Even in the middle of the night, the gold shines brightly!

And next to this man covered in golden light, there is another man covered in silver light, wearing silver armor, holding a silver giant sword, with a silver tiger carved on the hilt!

"Tell you, I am Stegosaurus!"

"I am Jianhu!"

"We are the 'Dragon and Tiger Swords'!"

Looking at the strange shapes of the two of them, Mu Yingxiong almost laughed out loud, "No wonder, one is a carved dragon, the other is a tiger, dragon, tiger, phoenix and dog, they are all beasts..."

The golden-armored sword dragon was furious, and just about to raise his sword, the silver-armored sword tiger behind him quickly stopped him, "Brother, why should we be acquainted with him! You must know that we have other important matters..."

"What important thing is there? Hehe, I see you are nothing more than that, pretending to be important?" Ying Xiong sneered.

"You stinky boy, you have such a stinky mouth! Okay, we will tell you to prevent you from being ignorant! This place is called 'Sword Peak'! All swordsmen who come here must leave their swords here. This is how the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain here is formed.

The scene of the grave." Jianhu said coldly.

"Oh? Then why did you leave your sword here before going to Sword Peak?" Mu Yingxiong suddenly became interested.

Jianlong said: "Because they all come here to ask for the same thing! In order to show respect, I can leave my beloved sword behind before going up the mountain! Swordsmen and swords should be inseparable. Only that thing on this mountain can make countless swordsmen willing to do so.

Put down your original favorite sword! Because that is what countless swordsmen in the martial arts have dreamed of for thousands of years but no one has ever obtained - the heroic sword!"

When Ying Xiong and Ying Ming suddenly heard the words "Hero Sword", they all reacted and looked at each other involuntarily, feeling their blood boiling at the same time.

This wonderful feeling made them unable to calm down for a long time...

"Speaking of which, no matter who it is, after going up the mountain and seeing the Hero Sword, they lost interest in their original favorite sword! If they can't get the Hero Sword, they would rather never touch a sword again in their lives. Therefore, over time, these swords abandoned by their owners have formed a

The sword grave here..." Jianhu sighed with emotion.

Ying Xiong was stunned, and suddenly remembered Ying Ming's pity-filled eyes when he looked at Wan Jian just now...

The two of them, Sword Dragon and Sword Tiger, became more interested in talking, and even took the trouble to talk about the "Legend of the Heavenly Sword" that has been passed down in China for thousands of years!

…

At the top of the peak, Hao Jian and Sword Master stood side by side, looking down the mountain from a distance.

"Brother Hao, could it be that the heroic sword masters you mentioned are those two boys at the foot of the mountain?" the sword master asked doubtfully.

Hao Jian smiled and said, "That's right! In these thousands of years, these two people are the only ones who have been waiting for the masters of the heroic sword!"

"I...I don't accept it! Why! Why am I not the one!" The sword master couldn't help shouting again, a breath of envy and jealousy gushing out.

Hao Jian looked at the sword master sideways, "Why are you yelling? If you yell again, I'll cut out your tongue!"

The sword master quickly shut up angrily...

After a pause, he asked again: "Brother Hao, I have never been able to figure out what sword technique you used to break my 'Sword Twenty-One'?"

"Want to know?" Hao Jian said leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"Brother Hao, please give me some advice." The sword master said sincerely, looking humble and eager to learn.
To be continued...