The strange singing of the seven long swords stopped, and the three swords of Emperor Yin also stopped their sounds at the same time, but the momentum of both sides did not dissipate.
The sword tomb suddenly became quiet, and the 'communication' between the swords was difficult for outsiders to understand. Only Akame could see through it a little bit. Akame frowned deeply and said to Su Jing: "It's not good. Ninety-nine percent of them will start a fight." After that, he said again.
He got back into his coffin, and before closing the lid, he suddenly poked his head out and asked Su Jing: "How about you come in too, and we can squeeze in a little bit?"
Nianhua and Lei Dong also knew that they had caused a big trouble this time, and they did not dare to speak for a long time. After hearing this, Lei Dong hurriedly said: "Nianhua and I squeezed a coffin." Nianhua continued: "Give me the free one.
Su Qiang gives it to our Brother Su."
Su Jing didn't respond. He was doing Vipassana with his eyes open. When there was a sword fight in the tomb just now, Tu Wan's sword soul in his body was indifferent. Until the seven sword kings appeared, Tu Wan woke up, and along with the restless swimming in his meridians,
The sword intention without any sharpness swayed, as if conveying some meaning to Su Jing.
At this time, the 'communication' between the swords on the stone cliff came to an end. Just as Akame judged, the seven sword kings roared at the same time again, singing full of murderous intent. The sword tomb resounded loudly again, but this time it was no longer ten thousand swords.
The roar is the roar of wind and thunder caused by the burst of sword energy!
There was a dull rumbling sound, and the entire sword tomb began to tremble rapidly! Every hidden sword here slowly came out of the stone under the command of the Sword King, and drew out the sword's edge, slowly but decisively.
All the monks had a look of despair in their eyes, the fate was irreversible.
At this moment, Su Jing suddenly raised his hand and shot out a ray of fire. The real fire was enchanting in the dark sky. As soon as it appeared, it cast Su Jing's shadow: the fire was in front, Su Jing was in the middle, and the shadow was behind him, projected in one direction.
Mountain rocks.
The shadow under his feet was indeed a shadow, but it was not a human figure, but the shadow of a sword!
What Su Jing projected was the shadow of the sword soul. The ghost sword Tu Wan appeared as a shadow, and then its sword sound swept across the four directions: human voice, a tune, four people or five people? A humming tune together.
minor key.
The familiar tune made Su Jing feel a little dazed. It was weird and melodious. It was the one that the carving girl and the noodle expert had hummed when they were in the green lantern realm!
It is indeed melodious and fluttering gently, no louder than the sound of a leaf falling, and it will not even disturb the birds; but it is also really sweeping in all directions, and the rolling wind and thunder that bloomed in the sword tomb are just like this
The moment the tune sounded, it disappeared.
But this battle is not over yet. Ying Tuwan can intimidate Wanjian, but he still can't restrain the seven-handled sword king. With a soft clang, Zhengdong's sword that was used to scream into the flute was gently pulled away.
Inch by inch, it jumped out of the stone cliff. The sword's body was emerald green in the leaves, and the four-character ancient seal inscription was clearly engraved: Willows are hidden in the forest of flowers.
When one sword moves, the other six kings move, and when the sword kings move together, thousands of hidden swords become restless again, and the sword mound becomes frenzied, and Tu Wan, with his shadow alone, cannot suppress it!
The soft humming of the sword was still there, and even Su Jing couldn't feel Tu Wan's emotions. The ghost seemed to ignore the predicament in front of him, as if it was just singing for the sake of singing, and everything else had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, another voice came from underground, the same tune as Ying Tuwan's "humming", dull and hoarse, not as lifelike as Tu Wan's human voice, but like a defeated soldier, listening to
It made people feel indescribably suffocating and uncomfortable in their ears, but this unpleasant voice was clearly echoing Tu Wan.
The next moment, there was an earthquake.
No longer an ordinary tremor, a real landslide!
Visible to the naked eye, the fissures bursting out of the rock are like coming to life, growing hard and spreading crazily. In the blink of an eye, they have grown from an inch to ten feet, then to a hundred feet, then a thousand feet. After three or two breaths, they are three hundred miles away.
All the stone cliffs collapsed!
The order of collecting swords in the Sword Tomb was not established immediately after the fall of the Jiangshan Sword Domain. In ancient times, countless battles took place around this treasure land of swords, and some crazy people once launched powerful spells to completely destroy the Sword Tomb.
, there are also people who want to break the stone cliff and seize the good sword, but no matter what kind of power spell, even a small piece of stone cannot be returned here.
At this moment, it collapsed on its own.
What’s even more surprising is that the Three Hundred Miles Cliff is not entirely made of stone—it’s just a two-foot-thick layer of stone skin. When the shell breaks apart, the black soil underneath is exposed.
However, the stone shell collapsed and the soil remained motionless. The uncontrollable exclamation from more than a thousand monks also sounded as the stone skin shattered: There are people in the soil, countless people, dead people!
Sitting upright, wearing a white robe, a corpse has long since dried up. The countless hidden swords in this sword tomb are usually inserted into these countless corpses through the stone skin.
A sword stands on a corpse.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe it? Who dares to believe that the truth of Jianzhong is like this?
The sword does not nail or suppress the corpse; on the contrary, the sword guards the corpse.
These countless corpses must be the thousands of disciples of the Jiangshan Sword Domain. After death, they do not enter reincarnation, but their souls are attached to the divine sword they held during their lifetime. No wonder the sword hidden here is full of spiritual energy and is not subject to any sacrifice. After being recognized
After the death of the sword master, they will return to their old nest!
Master Shenguang was wrong. These swords may not be alive, but they are definitely not dead.
But for what reason, the disciples of the former Sword Domain refused to reincarnate, but had to stay in the isolated city for eternity! Will they get up again one day? What will they do after they get up?
That one thing that made them give up reincarnation was something they had to do!
The vision is not over yet.
In the corner, there was no corpse, but with a sword, the soil within a few feet suddenly surged like a spring. The extremely ugly humming became clearer and clearer, and a sword slowly rose from the ground.
But is this really a sword? The sword is twisted, rusty, ugly in color, and has no edge at all. It is more like a fire stick than a sword.
Not to mention Su Jing, no one has ever seen such an ugly sword.
The humming continued, and Chou Jian and Ying Tu Wan echoed each other. Jian had no expression, but there was a charm hidden in his singing, and there was a faint tacit understanding between old friends.
After the ugly sword appeared, the mania in the sword tomb quickly subsided, and even the Seven Directions Sword King fell silent and silently returned to his original place. Although he was still gathering momentum, at least 70% of his unrelenting hostility was gone.
From the beginning of the incident, Yin Tianzi's three swords were "poor and horizontal". If they really wanted to fight, they would be shattered to pieces. Seeing that the hostility of the other side had subsided, the three swords also began to restrain their momentum. Chimu looked at the right time to say hello to the two brothers, and the three corpses rushed at the same time.
Moved by his thoughts, he took advantage of the situation and took back the three swords.
Countless hidden swords are like before, standing quietly on the corpse, restarting the wait for thousands of years. In such a large sword tomb, there are only two swords humming, echoing gently.
After another cup of tea, as the sound of a feather flew away, the strange tune ended. The shadow of the sword projected on the ground swayed a few times and then disappeared. Su Jing was busy looking inside, and Tu Wan's sword soul fell asleep again, but before
The sword of Cheng Liang was completely dimmed.
The ugly sword has not returned to the soil, it is suspended in mid-air, motionless.
Upon seeing this, Akame ignored the wound on his hand, jumped out of the coffin again, and pushed Su Jing's lower back on tiptoes: "Go quickly, take it off!"
Su Jing spread his wings of fire and flew forward. He carefully avoided the corpses on the ground and came to the ugly sword. He stretched out his hand tentatively and grasped the hilt of the sword. There was nothing unusual about it. It felt the same as picking up a dead branch while walking on the roadside.
No difference at all.
After another breath, the sky was bright and the sword tomb was opened and closed.
An innocent disaster was finally eliminated, and everyone truly breathed a sigh of relief.
After relaxing, he thought about what had just happened. Not to mention others, even Su Jing was confused. Qing Chan, Zi Xiao Shang Shang and others looked at each other. There was not much time left, and they had been delayed for so long.
It became even more urgent. With nothing to say, everyone dispersed and continued looking for their flying sword.
The three corpses felt Su Jing beside him, holding flowers and smiling: "Su Qiangqiang, congratulations on getting a good sword!"
Lei Dong couldn't hide the guilt in his eyes, and shouted to Chimu: "Why don't you help our master take a palm of this rare sword? What's so special about it?"
Akame was not involved in the trouble this time, so he was very calm, shook his head and told the truth: "I don't see how this sword is good. I have never seen such an ugly sword. No, I have never seen such an ugly stick."
Lei Dong coughed, ignored Akame, and asked in a flattering tone: "Su Qiangqiang, do you want to pick the Seven Directions Sword King together? I know exactly where they are, and I will go and pick them back for you!"
Before Su Jing could say anything, Chimu hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go. It would have been easier to say it before, but it will never do any good to provoke them after this incident."
As if to prove Akame's clear vision, as soon as he finished speaking, a loud roar suddenly came from the distance. Zixiao Shangshang took a fancy to the Sword King, but as soon as he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, he was struck by the sword's intention.
Seeing that the fat on her face was trembling slightly in pain, she must have suffered a lot.
Akame frowned and continued: "In my opinion, everyone can disperse. This sword collecting trip is just for now. No one can hope to get the approval of Zangjian again."
Nianhua immediately responded, still fawning over Su Jing: "This is better, Su Qiangqiang, let's go now, I will take you to visit the brothel!"
The little fat man was very enthusiastic and waved his hand generously: "Everyone is going, no one is allowed to go, including Fan Qiao."
The situation in the Sword Tomb was far weirder than imagined; and the relationship between Tu Wan's sword spirit and this place was more complicated than he thought. But the answers to these things could not be found by just thinking. If you want to solve the problem, your eyesight and brains are not enough.
There has to be a chance. Su Jing also felt that there was no point in staying here any longer, but as soon as he thought of 'leaving', a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. It seemed that there was some key point that he had overlooked.
After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Su Jing suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of vigilance; almost at the same time, Master Shenguang, who was responsible for looking after the entire audience, exhaled loudly: "Disciples of all sects, please stop picking swords and assemble quickly!"
What Su Jing thought of, Monk Shenguang also thought of: Before everyone left, the sword tomb suddenly closed itself. Such a big thing would definitely alarm the cultivators outside. Now that the sword tomb is reopened, outsiders should come in and take a look anyway.
That's right, but no one came in, not even a spell summons.
It wasn't that the Tsukauchi Shuke reacted slowly, it was just that the previous changes in the sword fight were so bizarre that everyone was distracted, so they overlooked such an obvious problem.
Before the crowd dispersed too far, a moment after Master Shenguang shouted, more than a thousand young cultivators gathered and stopped. Master Shenguang didn't explain anything, just said "Follow me, everyone" and rushed towards the entrance of the Sword Tomb.
The Sword Tomb is in a special location, surrounded by mountains. The mountain has been influenced by the sword for thousands of years and has become as solid as gold. No matter how powerful you are, it will be difficult to shake it. At high altitude, there is a light golden aura of sharp gold that permeates the air, even if you are an immortal.
A layer of skin will be scraped off when Fo Qiang crosses the river, and sword pickers can only enter and exit through a gap in the mountain. This has been the case for countless years.
Flying quickly, everyone rushed to the mountain gap in a short time. Everyone frowned, and the thick haze in front of them didn't know when it started to rise.
The sword tomb conceals a sharp intention, and the miasma does not enter, but firmly occupies the gap in the mountain. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe, reward, and your support is mine.
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