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Chapter 393

No order

Chu Xingyun had just stepped into the sword tower, and there was a trace of surprise on his face.

From the outside, the sword tower is divided into eight layers, layer by layer, but standing inside you will find that the whole sword tower has no layers, and there is no other thing except the sword.

Thousands of handles of swords, like the stars in the night sky, hang on the wall. Each handle emits a subtle sound of swordsong. The swords whisper softly, but it does not appear to be cluttered, but has a rhyme.

Chu Xingyun retracted his astonishment and walked to the center of the sword tower.

His gaze swept at random, looking at a cold sword in front.

In front of the long sword, there is a stone card, which reads: Cold Cold Sword, which is in the low-level magic weapon level, and the sword produces cold light, which can freeze the spirit of heaven and earth into ice chips, suitable for the sword of ice.

Chu Xingyun froze, turning his head to look at a purple-red soft sword to the side. The stone card reads: Purple Blood Soft Sword, ranked in the high-level magic weapon level, the sword master is sharp, soft and flexible, suitable for fast sword. .

His eyes glanced around one after another, and finally, Chu Xingyun also saw a sword of a royal implement, which was also suspended in the sword tower, looming sharply.

"There are thousands of swords in the sword tower, but every sword has detailed ranks and characteristics, even the king is no exception. Doesn't this disturb the judges' choice?"

Such thoughts flashed in Chu Xingyun's mind, and he stretched out his palm and grabbed at the sword of the royal weapon.

Buzz!

Before the palm of his hand touched the sword, the sword trembles madly, and the sword ignited into a raging flame storm, rushing towards Chu Xingyun, and the blazing fire reflected his whole body in fiery red.

"San!"

A low voice sound spit out from Chu Xingyun's mouth. He slapped his palm forward, spreading the flame storm easily, and held the sword tightly in his hand.

Starting with the sword, the fire light dissipated into nothingness, completely without the crazy state just now, an obscure **** pattern, deeply printed on the sword body, radiating warm fire.

"It turns out so!" Chu Xingyun smiled faintly, emitting a voice of enlightenment.

According to the rules of the door, anyone who contributes to Wanjian Pavilion can step into the sword tower and choose the favorite sword.

In this process, people are choosing swords, and at the same time, swords are also choosing people.

If the person who chooses the sword fails to be recognized by the sword, then the sword cannot be surrendered, nor can the sword be taken away from this place.

This is why the swords in the sword tower have detailed descriptions for each handle. Even the precious kings are placed here without any cover.

"People choose swords, swords choose people. The existence of this sword tower is rather profound." Chu Xingyun rarely praised, opened his palms, and returned the sword of the royal weapon to the place.

This sword of the royal weapon is a epee, extremely hot, violent, and strong, but it is not suitable for him.

Chu Xingyun withdrew his mind, vacated his body, swept upwards, and began to select carefully.

Once selected, two hours passed.

During these two hours, Chu Xingyun looked at many swords. Among these swords, there were even a few kings, but in the end, they were all unsatisfactory and always felt worse.

"The aurora sword meaning originated from the legendary ancient sword. It may not be easy to find a matching sword." Chu Xingyun sighed slightly, gazing upwards, but found a ray of light, which was falling down.

Boom!

Chu Xingyun's figure disappeared immediately, and when he came to the bright spot, his eyes were swept, and his brows were immediately tightly wrinkled.

The bright light is a sword.

Strictly speaking, it is a sword with a broken tip.

The tip of this sword has been broken, leaving only a deep section, but even so, the blade of the whole sword is still four feet long, the blade is sharp, and it exudes a sharp cold, giving people A sense of perfection.

Although the sword is a broken sword, there is no sense of incompleteness!

Chu Xingyun walked forward a few steps, and the spiritual force spread forward. When he touched the broken sword, the spiritual force was cut neatly. The cold light, really sharp, made him sweat all over. All stood upright.

What surprised Chu Xingyun even more was that the material of this broken sword could not be seen through, and it was hard to describe with words.

"This sword is dark and cold, sharp and unmatched, and its material has never been seen by me, but it is such a sword, but it was cut off sharply." Chu Xingyun was surprised. The color was getting darker and he looked away, glancing sideways.

Beside the broken sword, there is also a stone card with very few characters written on it: the sword without a name, no rank and no order.

Chu Xingyun's gaze condensed. This broken sword was not only unknown, but even its rank, but also unknown, it was really weird.

The palm of his hand stretched forward, and the broken sword immediately issued an ethereal sword chant. The sword body turned into a streamer, and fell into the hand of Chu Xingyun instantly. The sword body shivered slightly, seeming to be low.

It was also at the moment when he held the broken sword that he suddenly felt that there were countless fragments of sword spirit within the broken sword body, scattered all over the sword body, weak and scattered.

"Jian Sheng is spirited, this sword is by no means simple!" Chu Xingyun said secretly in his heart, glanced at the palm of his hand, and lifted the broken sword flat.

Suddenly, a glare of glory bloomed from his body, merged into the broken sword, and suddenly spurted forward.

laugh!

The white light flew across the sky and was released instantly in the sword tower. Wherever it passed, the thousands of swords began to whisper, the sword was dull, like a humming surrender, expressing respect for the sword, and even fear. .

Chu Xingyun turned his palm again and withdrew the broken sword.

At this moment, the body of the broken sword is still as bright as snow, and the aurora sword is moving up and down, as if the whole sword is integrated into the brilliance, the sword is the light, and the light is the sword, regardless of you and me.

"It's up to you." Chu Xingyun nodded in satisfaction, put away the broken sword, and walked toward the exit.

Outside the sword tower, Lei Yuanguang was waiting.

Behind him, a footstep came slowly. He turned his head and looked at him, seeing Chu Xingyun smiling with a smile, and also smiled, saying: "It must be quite rewarding to see what you look like."

"That's right." Chu Xingyun paused and responded with a smile.

Lei Yuanguang smiled even more on the face, reminding: "It takes a period of gestation to get control of the sword first, so let's go back and waste time."

With that, he turned around, but before taking a half step, the whole person's body froze, and the smile on his face faded slowly, with a thick disgust.

I saw a yellow man walking quickly in front of the two. His face was very thin, his facial features were like rats, and his eyes were turning round and round, emitting a sly glory, making people feel extremely Uncomfortable.