Chapter 411, The three masters and apprentices enter the sword grave, Zixiao Leifa...
Another voice came from the mountain peak, "Oh? This is not the time for my Spirit Sword Palace to open the mountain."
"But if you are sincere, then try Wenjianshi."
"After that, you can worship in the Spirit Sword Palace."
The woman cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, senior."
"May I ask senior where the Wenwen Sword Stone is?"
"It's in this mountain."
Hearing this, the woman bowed again and then left with the two girls behind her.
But as soon as he stood firm, an old man appeared in front of him and said with great dissatisfaction: "Whose disciple are you from?"
"How dare you tease me?"
The woman couldn't help being stunned, "How can the junior play tricks on the senior?"
The old man snorted coldly and pointed out directly.
Although it was just one finger, it was like thousands of swords were fired at once. Hundreds of sword energy suddenly condensed into a sword formation and fell towards the master and disciple.
The woman was so frightened and angry that she didn't expect that the senior in front of her would directly attack them without a word of agreement.
Facing such a terrifying sword formation, the woman did not surrender.
A long sword appeared in his hand, and his figure began to move erratically.
The long sword in his hand danced along with the figure, and suddenly countless graceful figures appeared on the entire mountain peak.
Countless sword shadows slowly condensed into a sword chrysanthemum!
"Qian Huanqiu kills!" A murmur came out of the woman's mouth!
As soon as this iconic sword move was made, the woman's identity became clear.
It is the three masters and disciples of Qinglang who left Wanfa Sect!
The three masters and disciples rushed to the teleportation array in Linluo City according to the map they obtained from Wanfa.
This was about the same time as when Qi Fan arrived at Lingjian Palace.
The 'Qianhuanqiu Killing' collided with the sword array swung by the old man and produced a sound of gold and iron.
However, after all, the difference in realm is too obvious.
In just a few breaths, Qinglang's master and disciple were defeated.
Just when the sword array was about to fall and kill three people, all the sword energy suddenly dispersed.
The old man stood with his sword in hand and said calmly: "Your sword formation is pretty good."
"If you want to deepen my impression of you in this way, you succeeded."
"May I have your name?"
Qinglang took a deep breath and said, "Junior Qinglang, I would like to pay my respects to my senior."
"The junior does not know what the senior said. This is also the first time for the three junior masters and disciples to come to the Spirit Sword Palace."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then how did you get the sword code of my lineage of Shengjian?"
Hearing these words, Qinglang's eyes showed surprise. The inheritance he received turned out to be the method of Spirit Sword Palace?
Just when he was hesitating whether to speak out about the inheritance he had received.
Suddenly, they noticed a hint of murderous intent surrounding the three of them.
Qinglang immediately realized that if he couldn't tell how ugly Yinmao was, today might be the day when the three masters and disciples were buried!
Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and immediately told the story of how to obtain the inheritance.
The old man became more and more surprised as he listened. Is there such a thing?
He couldn't help but ask: "Apart from you, is there anyone else in Tianfeng Continent who has received the inheritance from my Spirit Sword Palace?"
At the same time, I was also thinking secretly in my heart that if there were others, I wouldn't be able to make a trip to Wanfa Sect.
Upon hearing this, Qinglang shook his head and said: "No, at least in my knowledge, I am the only one who has obtained the entire Tianfeng Continent."
"The two young disciples were also taught by me."
Hearing what he said, the old man nodded, yes, it would be good to have one person, but sword cultivation is not that easy to get started with.
Then he looked at the realms of Qinglang and the others, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "In that case, there is no need for you and the other three to ask Jianshi."
"Go directly to the Wanjian Tomb. As long as you can get the approval of your ancestors, I will no longer care about inheritance."
"At the same time, you can also be considered as worshipers in my Spirit Sword Palace."
Although Qinglang didn't know where Wanjian Tomb was, thinking about the purpose of coming here, he couldn't help but cupped his hands and said, "It all depends on the instructions of the seniors."
"Well, you can go alone. If you go faster, you can still have some fun." The old man pointed to a short mountain behind him.
Then he smiled and disappeared in front of the three people.
Hearing this, Qinglang was a little puzzled, Lezi? What kind of joy?
At the same time, he took Fu Rao and the two sisters towards the place pointed by the old man.
In just a few breaths, the three of them appeared in front of Wanjian's grave.
Looking at the sharp swords all over the mountains and plains, everyone looked shocked.
Even an 'old man' like Qinglang couldn't help but be shocked. How had he ever seen so many magical weapons?
Qinglang stabilized his mind and his eyes became brighter and brighter. This was the holy land he wanted!
Then he said boldly: "Let's go with my master to meet the so-called Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!"
After saying that, the lunchbox flew into the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
The two sisters Fu Rao followed closely behind.
However, as soon as the three of them entered the mountain, they were caught off guard by the ubiquitous sword intent in Wanjian Tomb.
At the same time, they snorted, and the lower level Fu Rao and his junior sister Nan Xing even had a bright red color ooze from the corners of their mouths.
He's clearly been traumatized.
Qinglang said anxiously: "Keep your mind steady, there is something strange about these gray fogs."
After hearing this, the two Fu Rao sisters immediately sat cross-legged and guarded the spiritual platform, guarding against the sword attack.
However, how could the three masters and disciples who did not understand how to use spiritual consciousness know how to defend themselves?
They are just struggling to support themselves. If no one comes to rescue them, they will either quit or simply disappear!
But now all the monks in Wanjian Tomb are watching the show attentively!
No one noticed that another monk came in at this time.
Only Qinglang's realm is higher and he can still resist.
Seeing that the situation of his two beloved disciples was getting worse, he was anxiously thinking of a solution while looking around.
I want to see how others resist these fogs.
But then he was stunned and said subconsciously: "Why is Qi Fan here?"
And he got into a fight with someone? And he was the killer!
Although the voice was small, Fu Rao still heard it.
He immediately stood up and looked towards the mountainside, but then he groaned again.
The crimson color at the corner of his mouth became a little brighter, and at the same time, a hint of scarlet appeared in his eyes, and the aura around him became unstable.
Sensing that Fu Rao was in a bad state, Qinglang didn't care about anything else and just carried the two of them and flew out of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
After settling the two of them, they turned around and flew towards the mountainside.
However, the sharp swords blocking him and the gray mist getting more and more fierce as he went up made his speed not very fast, or even very slow!
At this time, the fighting on the mountainside became more intense after some testing.
In the air, Qi Fan's fingers shot out frequently, and Zixiao's thunder method continued to fall.
The countless broken swords in the mountain burst out with endless sword intent.
But I can't even touch the Zhuo Nu.
Its body shape is so flexible that it is really no different from a snake.
Even his temperament is like this. So far, he has not said a single word since the two of them fought.
Wandering all the time without stopping for a breath.
Like a poisonous snake floating in the dark waiting for an opportunity!