The sword blank with no wit gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the position halfway up the mountain.

Instead, it was a brand new real sword, and years did not seem to leave a mark on the swords of these real swords.

They were brand-new as if they had just been cast, with strong derivation coming out of the sword, and then converging into a thin fairy mist.

These true swords are already worthy of ordinary monks.

But in Jian Wushuang's view, they still lacked one of the most important things-the resonant wisdom.

A true sword can only resonate with the sword bearer if it produces wisdom.

But it was a pity that he didn't feel the wisdom from any of these real swords.

At this time, Nan Xuan suddenly reminded, "Little friend pays attention, I feel the not weak aura fluctuations on the top of the mountain."

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

There are even more true swords in the entire mountainside than at the foot of the mountain, roughly no fewer than 200,000.

But even with these two hundred thousand real swords, no sagacity has emerged in a lifetime.

Although quite confused about this, Jian Wushuang still wandered towards 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 made up of countless real swords fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

The mountains were trembling, Nan Xuan raised his eyebrows and prepared to do it.

But Jian Wushuang took a step ahead of him.

He took a step forward, and suddenly waved his right arm, and suddenly ten thousand strands of sword light appeared!

When the two collided, the entire Jianshan was shaken, and the true swords within nearly a thousand miles were all shattered into dust.

And that sword curtain was also shattered, scattered across the wild.

The original crisis was solved in this way.

But Jian Wushuang did not stay in the slightest, his figure straightened up to the top of the mountain!

Nan Xuan followed closely and quickly followed.

Stepping on the top of the mountain, a different kind of breath from the foot of the mountain diffused, and even the clouds turned dark red.

It was an ancient and desolate aura, grandiose, breathless, that kind of loneliness seemed to transcend the concept of time, so that even the immortals could not feel it.

Looking at it, on the top of the dark brown ruined mountain, a long sword with a broken handle, either diagonally inserted or buried in the mud, left nothing but unspeakable desolation.

Although every sword is broken, the remaining sword body is still full of sharpness, and the years have not captured an inch of sharpness.

Here, it was like having gone through an extremely tragic battle, the sword bearer had long since disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked in blood.

"Here, there is only sadness left." Nan Xuan murmured, and then picked up a handful of soil from the ground under his feet.

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

"Here, it is not Jianshan, but Jian Tomb." After Jian Wushuang said this, he looked at all the broken swords.

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

Jian Wushuang could even faintly feel the resonance.

At this time, an old voice from an unknown source sounded.

"That's right, this is indeed the Sword Tomb, and it's where I will end up."

As soon as this voice sounded, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan became vigilant at the same time, and even Yan Li was released at the same time.

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

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

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

With every step he took, all the broken swords were moving, catering to them, and seemed to see old friends who had not reunited for a long time.

Jian Wushuang's heart is already hanging high, and he can clearly feel the terrifying figure of this black robe, that is from the ancient aura.

"I have been asleep for a long time and haven't spoken for a long time."

But after a few breaths, the black robe figure came to Jian Wushuang, and then stretched out his thin palm and pulled down the hood covering his face.

The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but extremely determined face, like a sword, breathtaking.

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, looking at the face of the old man in front of him, he actually had a familiar feeling.

And Nan Xuan was even more speechless. Although he was already a Dayan Immortal, the aura from the old man in front of him easily crushed him.

Therefore, none of them dared to act rashly.

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

"Sword, spirit?"

Jian Wushuang's heart trembled, and he looked at the black-robed old man who claimed to be a sword spirit in front of him in disbelief.

Only a real sword can lead to a deeper path.

As early as when he saw this black-robed old man, Jian Wushuang had guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't expect was Jian Ling.

What a terrifying existence is the sword spirit that can grow to such a point?

This is an unimaginable existence, even far more incredible than the sword fairy.

The soul is born by the instrument, and the soul is transformed by the soul, and eventually becomes a sword spirit, and it continues to rise to the limit, reaching the ultimate.

And now this old man is the ultimate sword spirit.

At this time, the black-robed old man chuckled again, "I forgot to say that, long before I fell asleep, I was already the pinnacle of great fairy."

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Peak Dayan Immortal, above Rank Nine, is the closest existence to the emperor's perception, even in the age of ancient times, peak Dayan Immortal was extremely rare.

And this black-robed old man is not just a sword spirit, but also a pinnacle great fairy? !

This has completely exceeded Jian Wushuang's imagination.

A sword spirit has ascended to the pinnacle of Great Development Immortal, what level of existence should its owner be?

Nan Xuan was completely speechless. During UU reading www.uukanshu.com with Jian Wushuang, the things that happened, the Yanxian he saw, and even the existence of the legendary Dayanxian, They are far beyond imagination.

The realm he was so proud of at first seemed to feel so unworthy...

Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He would never have thought that there would be such a terrifying existence in these three inches of mountains.

The black-robed old man didn't care about the shock in his eyes at all, and continued, "Little friend, the stars and rivers are turning, the Chinese New Year is changing, I would like to ask, where is this place where I sleep?"

Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang still experienced countless battles, and soon calmed down, saying, "Belonging to the big division domain."

"Great Siyu? Very good, very good," the black robe old man showed a very satisfied expression, "Then I will ask again, who is the emperor of this big Siyu?"

"The emperor in the big division... is Zhen Wuyang."

Speaking of this, Jian Wushuang's eyes clearly understood a bit.