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Chapter 2087 Mysterious Swordsman

The space in the Fallen Abyss was very large. Ling Tian looked up and saw that only the sides and feet could feel the cold stone walls.

There was no light shining on the top of the head, making it look very dark.

After following the old man for about half an hour, Ling Tian stopped.

His vision suddenly became wider.

At the end of the cave, there are two doors.

The formation's light surged like a teleportation portal.

"Over the years, whenever good people fall to me, I will give them a chance to live."

"Some of them are close relatives, some are partners, or they are masters and disciples, but in short, as long as they are kind, I will not take their lives. Otherwise, I will kill them all."

The old man stood between the two doors.

"How many people have survived all these years?"

Ling Tian asked.

The old man raised five fingers and said, "Isn't the result very disappointing? In so many years, only five people have been able to get out alive."

"Yu Xuanji, have I seen you before?"

Ling Tian asked again.

"That girl, I remember."

"It seems that she still told you the secret of the Fall into the Abyss."

"This girl is really not afraid of death."

The old man smiled.

All warriors who go out must swear an inner demon oath. If this secret is told from their mouths to anyone the old man does not tolerate, they will die suddenly.

Yu Xuanji could do this because she might have seen something.

Or maybe she would rather die than tell Ling Tian this secret.

"So, if you want to leave the Immortal Road and return to the Chaotic Battlefield, you can leave now."

The old man pointed to a door on the left.

"What about the right side?"

Ling Tian pointed to another door.

"Haha, this gate is a test set by me. If you pass it, you will get the chance of swordsmanship within it."

"That fish girl went in once before, but she came out after only half a cup of tea. She didn't get anything, but her cultivation was sucked away a lot."

"You can try it if you want."

"Brother, what are you doing? This Ling Tian is the person we want. He is already here. What kind of test do you want to do? Is it necessary?"

"What an opportunity, take it out quickly, we still have a lot of things to do!"

Liuyao said a little impatiently.

But the old man didn't seem to care and kept looking at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian stepped forward and walked to that door.

"Senior, I know you were once very powerful. Can you be said to be the pinnacle of swords in the world?"

"There are many swords in the three realms of the world. I dare not say that it is the best, but I have never been afraid of any weapon." The old man said with a smile.

"Well, I actually don't want any chance of swordsmanship. It doesn't matter to me. I just want to ask, if I pass the test of seniors, can you resurrect Xiao Lei and recast the Long Yuan Sword?"

The old man was startled.

I watched Ling Tian for a long time.

In the end, he waved his hand and said, "The sword controls the human heart. The sword is where the person is. The sword is still there when the person is there. It has never really disappeared, so how can it be recast?"

"Okay, I'll try!"

Ling Tian finally smiled.

Although he was still covered in blood at this time, he still walked in without hesitation.

It wasn't until Ling Tian completely disappeared from this door that Liu Yao shook his head.

"How? How do you feel when you see him again?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became dull, "He is still him, but he is no longer that him."

"You've been waiting for the day when he returns and recasts you, right?"

"This day is not far away."

"No." The old man suddenly looked up to the sky, and two lines of hot tears quietly fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Although this day has arrived, it is Long Yuan Sword that he wants to recast, not me."

"Alas!" Liuyao stepped forward and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Don't be so emotional. To be honest, I didn't expect that you would be the one to greet me on the road to immortality."

"The Long Yuan Sword and Xiao Lei are also made from Ling Tian's blood. There is really no difference between them and you. I can often see your shadow in Xiao Lei."

"You should be happy. Ling Tian will become stronger, and so will you."

The old man wiped away the tears on his face and said with a smile: "Well, this is inevitable. The day my sword is reforged will be the day my Lord returns."

"This time, we won't fail again."



Inside the door.

As soon as Ling Tian walked in, the hundreds of thousands of sword shadows in the air sea suddenly shook.

And the figure sitting cross-legged on the Xinghai Dao Foundation opened his eyes instantly.

The divine light looks down, and the heaven and earth are lonely.

But in the outside world, Ling Tian suddenly felt the strong and surging will of swordsmanship in this space, almost like thousands of swords gathering in their hearts, shooting towards it.

It was extremely difficult to even forcefully open my eyes.

This space was still extremely dark, and only a faint sword light could be seen shining in the distance.

Ling Tian didn't know what the chance of swordsmanship the old man was talking about was.

But the will of the sword here is extremely suitable for sword cultivators to hone their sword will.

Although it is painful to have ten thousand swords and a heart.

But to Ling Tian, ​​this is nothing.

Yu Xuanji can still hold on to half a cup of tea, let alone him.

Ling Tian gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and walked forward step by step.

The further forward, the arrows formed by the sword's will become more violent and dense.

Like ice flakes rolled up by the storm on a cold night, it not only hurts, but also consumes the will.

Even Ling Tian couldn't help but start to tremble all over.

After more than a dozen breaths, Ling Tian felt that he had only walked less than a hundred meters.

Suddenly, Ling Tian stopped and saw a line of sharp small words on the ground.

Yu Xuanji!

These small characters are engraved with blood, and space energy is all will, so after all this time, this handwriting is still legible.

Thinking about it, Yu Xuanji must have only reached this point and could no longer move forward.

Ling Tian raised his head, faced the sword intent and looked forward.

Dragging the raging sword intent and mottled sword light, Ling Tian suddenly saw that deep in this space, there seemed to be a sword practicing swordsmanship, standing proudly, looking down at the world.

Invincible momentum, who else could it be but me?

Just one glance shook Ling Tian's heart and soul.

On top of the Dao foundation, the shadow of Taichu suddenly began to boil.

It’s like I’ve been stimulated by something!

The one hundred thousand sword shadows are even more like this. I wish I could break out of my body and go straight to the phantom.

Who is that?!

Ling Tian was shocked in his heart, how majestic this figure was.

With one sword, he seems to be able to control an entire world.

Its peerless appearance makes everyone feel ashamed.

But what surprised Ling Tian even more was that he always felt that this figure looked familiar.

But in his impression, it seemed that no sword cultivator could possess such a madman.

As he did so, the sword-wielding figure suddenly turned around and looked at him. Although it was just a profile glance, Ling Tian not only took two steps back.

Why does this sword holder look so similar to me?!

In other words, the hazy figure on the base of Heqihai Dao is also filled with the same divine essence.

When Ling Tian still wanted to look at it, the light and shadow suddenly disappeared.

What followed was an even more violent sword attack.

"snort!"

Ling Tian groaned and glanced at the Long Yuan Sword fragment in his hand. How much pain did Xiao Lei endure when he blew himself up!?

These swords are so bright, how can he take even half a step back?


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