Two big characters appeared in the white light of the ancient token. Those two big characters were
"Sword comes". With the appearance of those two big characters, the sword tomb emitted bursts of roaring sounds. I saw countless broken swords and broken swords rising from the ground, shooting towards the ancient token.
The densely packed long swords in the sky shot out, blocking out the sky and the sun. Ding Xiaoyi was stunned when he saw the long swords shooting towards the ancient token.
Even Senior Sister Lin was stunned. The token was like an emperor of those long swords. The dense long swords shot out, then lingered around the token and bowed their heads.
"Here comes the sword..." Senior Sister Lin's beautiful eyes shone with a charming light, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself in a low voice.
Ding Xiaoyi also couldn't hide his surprise. He looked up and saw the densely packed long swords surrounding this ancient token. The spectacular scene like thousands of swords firing at once completely shocked him.
The token only had two simple words, but those two words conveyed supreme power like an emperor inspecting his people.
Wan Jian bowed his head, this is so spectacular. The entire sword tomb began to tremble, and all the broken swords seemed to be summoned by some mysterious summons and flew away into the sky.
At this moment, the pressure that enveloped the Sword Tomb was relieved a lot. Thousands of swords shot towards the ancient token as if they covered the sky and the sun, and endless broken and broken swords came densely.
The astonishment in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes was undisguised, and even Senior Sister Lin was stunned.
"Buzz...", the token floated in the sky for a long time, and dazzling rays of light surged out.
Those two big characters began to dim. With that
After the two big characters "Jianlai" dimmed, the long swords that covered the sky fell from the sky one after another.
The simple token fell from the sky and fell into Ding Xiaoyi's palm. Ding Xiaoyi's heart was flooded with thoughts. He knew that the ancient token in his hand was by no means as simple as the Tianji Peak Master's token.
He felt that the token should be like the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords. From the two words that appeared on the token, he could sense a law that transcended all swordsmanship.
This law transcends all swordsmanship, making it difficult for him to see its true appearance.
"Can you show me this token?" Senior Sister Lin's eyes revealed a complicated light, and she asked Ding Xiaoyi softly.
"Senior Sister Lin, you can watch it if you want. Why are you so restrained?" Ding Xiaoyi responded to the opponent openly, and after speaking, he flicked the token in his hand.
Senior Sister Lin took the token with her beautiful hands, her eyebrows furrowed and she fell into deep thought. The simple token did not change in Senior Sister Lin's palm. She turned it over and over but could not see any clues.
Finally, Senior Sister Lin returned the token in her palm to Ding Xiaoyi. The latter took the token and stuffed it directly into the Qiankun bag.
The two of them looked at the dense sea of swords, and it seemed that the long sword in the sea of swords had undergone a subtle change.
Even Senior Sister Lin could see this subtle change. She frowned slightly, and then walked towards the sword sea first.
The long swords in the sea of swords seemed to have come to life, and they moved away one after another. The endless sword energy and the majestic sword intent were all taken back by the sword sea.
Ding Xiaoyi watched this strange scene and followed closely behind Senior Sister Lin. There was not a trace of sword energy or sword intention rushing towards them. The two of them seemed to be patrolling their own people.
All the long swords were inserted into the canyon, making bursts of soft buzzing sounds, seeming to be calling and telling something.
The sea of swords resonated, emitting a clear and mournful cry of swords. Ding Xiaoyi felt an unprecedented sadness surge into his heart from these broken swords.
He looked at the broken sword, and it screamed sadly. It seemed to be telling him a tragic and desolate story.
Just like there are several spider web-like cracks on a complete long sword, each long sword seems to have its own tragic story.
The sea of swords was boundless. The two of them shuttled through the sea of swords for a long time, and the sea of swords screamed in sorrow. There were still traces of bright red blood on the broken sword.
Those were the blood stains left on their master's body, or maybe they were the result of drinking the enemy's blood.
Ding Xiaoyi felt the mournful sound in the sea of swords. He was a sword cultivator, so he naturally understood the meaning of the mournful sound in the sea of swords.
Ding Xiaoyi stood in this sea of swords, his eyes as bright as torches. He saluted these broken swords with swords, and then solemnly said: "When the sword comes, the immortals in the sky will dare to fight."
Ding Xiaoyi's thunderous voice echoed across the sea of swords, and his roar was echoed by countless broken swords.
"Wow...", a broken sword made a clear and mournful sound. At this time, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Ding Xiaoyi's chest was filled with overwhelming pride. He vaguely knew the origin of these broken swords, and he roared with anger at the sea of swords.
"When the sword comes, the immortals in the sky will dare to fight." Ding Xiaoyi roared towards the sea of swords.
Senior Sister Lin in front turned around and looked at Ding Xiaoyi. Although she didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi wanted to express, she felt the overwhelming pride from Ding Xiaoyi's handsome body.
Although this young man was ordinary, he made her beautiful eyes shine with radiance. Jianhai sent out bursts of responses, and the long sword made a clear sword cry. This was a promise and an explanation.
The blood of the martyrs will not be shed in vain, and the revenge of the broken sword must be avenged. Ding Xiaoyi has silently made a promise to these rusty broken swords in his heart.
One day when he returns to the Sword Tomb, these broken swords will accompany him in battle.
"I will return to the Sword Tomb one day, and I hope that all the seniors will follow me to conquer the great road." Ding Xiaoyi was furious, and his voice was like thunder, echoing on the sea of swords for a long time.
"Buzz...", and this sea of swords also responded to the high-pitched sword chant. The roar of the sword rushed towards the sky, trying to pierce the sky.
"Do you know what they are thinking?" Senior Sister Lin asked Ding Xiaoyi curiously. But Ding Xiaoyi remained silent.
Because a picture appeared in his mind. In the vast starry sky, countless figures holding long swords were fighting with countless god-like figures.
Countless figures shed their blood, countless figures destroyed people with their swords, and countless figures fell towards the depths of the starry sky.
"Senior Sister Lin, did the Sword Tomb exist before the Jiange was established?" Ding Xiaoyi shook his head, and the picture in his mind disappeared. He asked Senior Sister Lin curiously.
Senior Sister Lin looked at him like a monster. It could be seen from Senior Sister Lin's silent expression that Ding Xiaoyi's guess was correct.
The two of them had already walked out of the sea of swords and came to a giant sword. The giant sword was several feet high, and it was a giant sword chiselled from huge rocks.
From the giant sword, billowing sword intent and sword energy like violent winds and waves emanated. Although it is just a huge stone sword, this sword stands in the center of the sword tomb like a peerless magic weapon.
Through this canyon, they arrived at the center of the Sword Tomb. However, there is not a single broken sword within several miles of the center of the sword mound.
This giant sword is isolated in the center of the sword tomb like a king. There is also a desolate atmosphere all around. There was no grass growing around, only the huge stone sword that suddenly appeared stood.
A desperate aura of desolation emanated from this huge stone sword, and this aura of desolation suppressed the surroundings.
This made it impossible for the fallen broken swords to come within a few miles of it. The aura of desolation also began to envelope Senior Sister Ding Xiaoyilin, making the two of them feel nervous.
The despair exuded by the billowing desolate atmosphere made their hearts palpitate so much that they couldn't help but retreat several feet away.
The closer you get to the giant stone sword, the stronger the desolate aura becomes. The aura of desolation was also mixed with supreme pressure. Under that pressure, their cultivation was weakened like a tide.
Senior Sister Lin's face became extremely pale. She was just a pure sword cultivator. She couldn't resist the desolate atmosphere of eternal despair.
A powerful prehistoric aura surged around Ding Xiaoyi, and the light of the prison god in his body also stirred up a mysterious light that lingered around him.
The aura of prehistoric times around Ding Xiaoyi was fighting against the aura of desolation, and no one could do anything to the other.
After Senior Sister Lin discovered the mysterious aura around Ding Xiaoyi, she couldn't help but approach Ding Xiaoyi.
The desperate pressure brought by the desolate aura became lighter, and Senior Sister Lin couldn't help but look at Ding Xiaoyi curiously.
