Chapter 705

"Don't worry, it's just appearances."

Luo Yu looked sideways and comforted him.

Luo Yu knows that his mother and the three of them were born, and they were fatally connected with Qinglian sword. It must be very hard at the moment.

Qinglian sword destroyed, Luo Gu crazy magic pupil, no trace of pity, the rest is just endless cold.

He threw the hilt with his backhand and grinned at the forbidden area.

"Come out, my old fellows."

Boom~~

Everyone is still immersed in the shock of the destruction of Qinglian sword, but with Luo Gu's cold smile, they can't help but turn their attention to the forbidden area.

It was shaking there, like something was coming out.

"Is the ancestor calling his sword grave?"

Luo Yan and his people were shocked.

"Sword tomb?"

Yuan Jue and Ji Donglin were shocked, but they were immediately relieved.

He who cultivates immortals can only sharpen his sword and keep improving!

Martial arts and sword cultivation is not the case. The swords used by all swordsmen are constantly changing in order to use them.

Therefore, a master of Kendo will handle hundreds of swords in his life. A swordsman who has real ability and pursuit will not discard or give away his used swords, but bury them or find a place to treasure them.

It's nothing. What's more, just build a grave for your sword.

It's for the sword grave!

The sword tomb, not only represents the inside information of a famous swordsman, but also symbolizes the strength of a famous swordsman!

According to legend, the sword tomb has reached a certain scale, which can be closely related to the owner's heart.

As time goes on, you can even raise sword spirit!

How can a sword mender like Luo Gu Kuang not have his own tomb?

"To a certain extent, the sword tomb is just like the foundation stone of the cultivation of martial arts and swordsmanship. It can't be underestimated!"

The virtuous masters are extremely serious. The practitioners of Taoism attach great importance to "Dao foundation" and "Dao fruit". Among the martial arts practitioners of sword, there are very few who care about self-cultivation and like to sum up and look back.

"For a long time, although it is generally believed in the circle of cultivation that the power of cultivating immortal sword is stronger than that of cultivating Wudao sword, it is mainly due to the bonus factor of magic weapon, and the advantage of cultivating immortal sword in a wide range of attack."

Ji Donglin deeply looks at Luo Yu on the field and says to himself with profound meaning.

"The cultivation of martial arts and swordsmanship has accumulated to a certain extent. In fact, it has caught up in many aspects."

Yuan Jue also has some dedicated analysis.

WOW~~~

As soon as the two of them spoke, there was a dusty sword in the sword tomb. It flew from the wall or the gap between the stone platforms, or broke through the ground. All of it broke through the roof and flew to the arena.

Some of these swords are rusty, others are still elegant.

But any handle has the same magic power!

The key is that they are large in number, and they come from the forbidden areas like crows and magpies flying to the south.

Conservative estimate, at least five or six thousand swords!

"So much!"

Yuan Jue and Ji Donglin were trembling and could not lift their heads in shame.

An arrogant swordsman can only put the sword he has used or the sword he has lost into the sword grave. He will never make up for himself.

Therefore, they have reason to believe that these are all swords used by Luo Gukuang.

He and his wife, who boast of being famous swordsmen, have used only a few hundred swords so far!

"At the peak, I change dozens of swords a day!"

Luo Gukuang stands there and stares at Luo Yu coldly. His words are amazing.

Hearing this, not to mention yuan Jue and Ji Donglin, the two great Kendo masters, the clansmen are all inexplicably palpitating.

"The sword Tomb of the ancestor of mad God can be called the forbidden area in the forbidden area!"

Luo Yan was very worried.

In recent years, no one dares to approach the sword grave of the ancestor of mad God.

Because that place is full of terrible sword spirit, and the buried sword seems to have spirit!

At the moment, Luo Gu crazy suddenly offered up this card to Fu Luoyu, which made them feel bad!

"Over the years, I've been obsessed with a useless green lotus sword and ignored my old friends."

"Young man, if you hadn't done your best just now and made me feel a bit oppressed and decadent, I'm afraid I would not have awakened so quickly and regained my past!"

Luo Gukuang grins and floats in the air again, and the black clouds cover the top behind him!

"Maybe I should really thank you!"

His clothes are fluttering, his hair is hairy, his eyes are scarlet, and those swords are flying around him like the stars holding the moon, which sets him off in horror!

Qinglingzi and several Taoist disciples, who had always been aiming to eliminate demons and defend Taoism, were pale and inexplicably frightened.

Everyone can feel that Luo Gukuang, who has given up Qinglian sword, is like a sword demon who has cast off the shackles. The pressure brought to people is countless times stronger than just now!

This is the real strength of madness!

"I still have to say, it's just a small trick!"

At this point, Luo Yu's face remained unchanged.

"Ha ha."

Luo Gu Kuang just grins grimly.

The next moment, his hair was dancing and his pupils were emitting a pillar of scarlet light.

WOW~~

The swords that had been used all their lives suddenly swept away, like the huge waves when the tsunami came, forming a spectacular and terrifying "sword wave", sweeping to Luoyu on the ground.

Where the terrible sword wave passed, the houses, big and small, near the martial arts arena, were not even as good as paper paste. They suddenly turned into pieces and leveled to the ground.

"Nirvana, the melting pot of heaven and earth!"

Luo Yu stepped forward and raised his backhand, which was more powerful than "one word into Tao" just now.

Under the guidance of the nine chaotic immortal Qi, the essence Qi converges from all directions, forming a majestic melting pot in a large area, swallowing all the roaring sword waves into it!

Hoo~

Then, Luo Yu sacrificed his ice and fire fan and fanned out a blazing flame in front of the furnace forged by the essence.

Looking at the red flames whistling into the furnace, qinglingzi cried out: "is this the sacred fire of Nanli?"

As a Taoist elder, he couldn't believe it was true.

Nanli fire is a more terrible flame than samadhi fire. According to Taoist ancient books, only the rosefinch in the sky can show it. How can it appear in the hands of a mortal?

But I don't know.

First of all, Luo Yu is not human.

Secondly, Luo Yu's heaven and earth ice and fire fan did pluck the plumes of Nantian rosefinch's sister-in-law. Not only that, but the snow-white part on the reverse side also plucked the plumes of Beiming Xueluan. These are all the ridiculous things that Yusheng did when he was young in the upper world.

"Refining!"

Nanli magic fire is burning in the furnace. In a twinkling of an eye, thousands of flying swords melt into molten iron and sink down!

However, without waiting for the masters to cheer for Luo Yu's strong Taoism, the red molten iron that fell down actually deposited itself, wriggled like vitality, and self forged into a huge sword.

"This..."

Those who thought Luo Xianyu would win the game were shocked.

"Jianzhong is alive again." Yuan Jue and Ji Donglin were even more speechless and had a premonition that Luo Xianyu was in danger.