Chapter 5080

The sword blank without wisdom gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the halfway up the mountain.

Instead, there is a brand-new real sword. Years don't seem to leave traces on the sword body of these real swords.

They are brand-new, just like they have just been cast. They have strong derivative power, which is generated from the sword body, and then converge into a thin fairy fog.

These real swords are worthy of ordinary friars.

However, in the view of sword matchless, they still lack the most important thing - the wisdom of resonance.

The real sword can resonate with the sword holder only if it produces intelligence.

But unfortunately, he did not feel the wisdom from any real sword.

At this time, nanxuan suddenly reminded, "little friend, I feel that there is a strong breath fluctuation on the top of the mountain."

Jian Wushuang nodded, and he also felt the waves from the top of the mountain.

There are even more real swords in the whole hillside than at the foot of the mountain. Roughly, there are no less than 200000 swords.

But these 200000 real swords have no wisdom in their life.

Although quite confused about this, jianwushuang still walked to the top of the mountain.

As the first of the three levels, he didn't believe it would be so easy.

Sure enough, the next moment, the top of the mountain trembled suddenly, and then the sword curtain composed of countless real swords opened the sky and fell.

"Boom!"

The mountains were trembling, and nanxuan's long eyebrow was ready to start.

But the sword was unparalleled, but he took the first step.

He took a direct step forward, and with a sudden wave of his right arm, thousands of wisps of swords burst out!

When the two collided, the whole Jianshan was shocked, and all the real swords within a thousand miles were broken into powder.

And the sword curtain was broken and scattered all over the field.

It was a big crisis, so it was solved.

But the sword is unparalleled. It doesn't stop at all. It's vertical and straight up the top of the mountain!

Nanxuan followed him and quickly followed.

When you step on the top of the mountain, it is very different from the foot of the mountain. The smell of the hillside is dispersed, and the clouds turn dark red.

It was an ancient desolate atmosphere, open and breathless. That loneliness seemed to go beyond the concept of years, so that Yanxian couldn't feel it.

Looking from the extreme, on the black and brown dilapidated mountain top, a broken long sword was inserted obliquely or buried by soil, leaving only unspeakable desolation.

Although each sword is broken, the remaining sword body still shows its edge. It has not been captured by years.

Here, it's like going through a very fierce war. The sword holder has long disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked in God's blood.

"Here, only sadness is left." Nanxuan murmured, and then picked up a handful of soil from the earth under his feet.

The soil is blood red and seems to be infiltrated repeatedly.

"Here, not Jianshan, but Jianzhong." After saying this, jianwushuang looked at all the broken long swords.

Even after countless years, even if the sword body is broken, these long swords still have wisdom.

The sword is unparalleled, and even can vaguely feel the meaning of resonance.

At this time, an old voice that didn't know where to start sounded.

"That's right. This is indeed a sword tomb. It's where I finally go."

As soon as the voice sounded, jianwushuang and nanxuan were vigilant at the same time, and even Yanli was released at the same time.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just want to talk to you."

With the falling of this sound, all the broken long swords sounded softly.

Then, a black robe appeared from the top of the mountain, and then walked down slowly.

With his every step, all the broken swords are moving and catering to him. It seems that he has seen an old friend who has not been reunited for a long time.

The unparalleled heart of the sword was hanging high. He could clearly feel the terrible shape of the black robe, which was from the ancient atmosphere.

"I've been sleeping for a long time and haven't spoken for a long time."

Just a few moments later, the black robed figure came to the unparalleled sword, then stretched out his thin palm and pulled down the hood that covered his face.

The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but resolute face, just like a sword, which captured people's soul.

Jianwushuang didn't open his mouth. Looking at the old man's face, he felt familiar.

Nan Xuan was speechless. Although he was already a great Yan immortal, the breath emitted by the old man in front of him easily crushed him.

Therefore, none of them dare to act rashly.

Looking at their cautious faces, the black robed old man smiled gently, "don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit and won't have any malice to you."

"Sword, spirit?"

Sword matchless trembled in his heart and looked at the black robed old man who claimed to be the sword spirit in front of him.

Only when the real sword has spirit can it lead to a deeper road.

As early as seeing the old man in black robe, jianwushuang guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't think of was Jianling.

What a terrible existence is Jianling who can grow to such a level?

This is simply an unimaginable existence, even more unimaginable than the Sword Fairy.

The soul is born with the instrument, the soul is transformed into the spirit, and finally becomes the sword spirit, and continues to rise to the limit and reach the top.

At present, the old man is the top of the sword spirit.

At this time, the black robed old man smiled again, "I forgot to say that I was already the peak Dayan fairy before I fell asleep."

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“……”

The peak Dayan fairy, which is above jiuzhuan, is the closest existence to the emperor's perception. Even in that ancient era, the peak Dayan fairy is rare to the extreme.

And this black robed old man is not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Dayan immortal?!

This has completely exceeded the imagination of the unparalleled sword.

A sword spirit has reached the peak of Dayan immortal. What level of existence should its master be?

Nanxuan was completely speechless. During the time he was with jianwushuang, what happened, the Yan immortal he saw, and even the legendary Da Yan immortal were far beyond his imagination.

The realm he was proud of seems to have a little worthless feeling

Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He would never have thought that there would be such a terrible statue in the three inch mountain.

The old man in black didn't care about the shock in his eyes and continued, "little friend, the stars flow and the Chinese year turns. I want to ask, where does this place where I sleep belong?"

Although he was shocked, jianwushuang still experienced countless wars. He soon calmed down and said, "he belongs to the big division."

"Big company domain? Very good, very good, "the old man in black showed a very satisfied look," then I'll ask again, who is the emperor of the big division? "

"The emperor in the big division... Is the real Wuyang."

At this point, jianwushuang's eyes have been enlightened for some points.