The sword pavilion is located on the top of the ancient mountain peak of the Wuji Immortal Sect. The mist-filled top of the mountain is filled with thousands of flying swords.
Soldiers are also weapons.
Since the existence of swords, they have been designed to kill, and the swords in the hands of monks are made of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and contain part of the power of heaven and earth. The higher the grade, the greater the power.
As the sword user continues to inject his own will and cultivate the sword in his hand, the flying sword gradually acquires its own attributes.
Every flying sword is unique.
Sword-raising skills and sword-raising people were also born on this basis.
The flying swords of the Wuji Immortal Sect Sword Pavilion were left behind by the sword cultivators of the past dynasties, and after the death of other sword cultivators, their matching swords would be sent to the sword pavilion.
Other sects also collect flying swords to a greater or lesser extent, but compared to the Wuji Immortal Sect, they are really nothing.
The Wuji Immortal Sect has millions of remnant swords, and the gathered sword energy can soar into the sky. This flying sword without an owner is very dangerous and can easily hurt people, so it cost a lot of money to build this sword pavilion.
It can be said that the sword pavilion of Wuji Immortal Sect has the largest collection of flying swords in the world.
At this moment.
Zhao Huai came to Jiange alone and stepped up the steps paved with bluestones.
Looking up at this time-honored sword pavilion.
There are nine floors in the sword pavilion, which looks like a black pagoda. On the eaves of each floor, there is an ancient auspicious beast.
The floating island where the sword pavilion is located is very large. When Zhao Huai climbed the pavilion, he saw many sect disciples passing by and hurried by, and disciples flying overhead with swords from time to time.
There is also a special sword training venue set up around it. Looking around, there are thousands of people sitting on the competition stages, all practicing with swords.
After observing for a while, Zhao Huai's footsteps became faster and faster, and he soon reached the top of the steps.
Before stepping into the sword pavilion, a biting and threatening aura immediately hit the face, and a mysterious aura lingered throughout the sword pavilion.
"Your Highness, you are finally here."
Zhao Huai turned his head, and a middle-aged man with a prim look and long beard stared at him seriously and nodded slightly.
"Are you the person in charge that Elder Bai said?"
"Yes, I am the elder responsible for receiving the sword in the sword pavilion. My surname is Guan. Your Highness can just call me Elder Guan."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, with a meticulous and serious look on his face. He was wearing a bright yellow gown and a long, windy beard on both sides of his cheeks. He was obviously a handsome man when he was young.
"Trouble."
Soon, Zhao Huai followed Elder Guan and officially entered the gate of Jiange.
He looked up and saw that the first floor of the sword pavilion alone was filled with all kinds of flying swords.
The better ones were placed on the sword stand, while the worse ones were simply thrown in the corner, unnoticed.
There were still many disciples looking at swords inside, but they were all silent. No one made a sound, quietly observing each sword, apparently looking for a flying sword that suited them.
As soon as Zhao Huai came in, he felt a chill that belonged to a weapon, and the temperature dropped a notch, making people shiver uncontrollably.
Carefully, he discovered that there was a two-meter-long ink portrait at the very end of the first floor. The man above was holding a sword and standing alone in the void. On the ground was a black army of demons. There was no fear on the man's face, and he was carrying an unrivaled burden. Momentum, ready to swing the sword.
The painting looks lifelike, and the proud expression on the face can already jump off the paper.
Seeing Zhao Huai's gaze, Elder Guan explained: "This is one of the few sword masters in the history of Wuji Sword Immortal. He is a senior who has practiced the sword scriptures left by the Sword Immortal to great perfection. He was named Sword Master, he also presided over the construction of the sword pavilion. Thousands of years ago, this place was still a sword tomb, and the scattered swords were unattended."
Zhao Huai nodded his head, glanced around, and asked: "May I ask the elder, how many flying swords are there in this sword pavilion?"
Hearing this, Elder Guan thought for a while and said: "The last time we counted the number of flying swords was eighty-six years ago. At that time, it had already exceeded one million. Over the years, I don't know how many sword cultivators have died. The sword is sent, it is estimated to be more than one million."
Zhao Huai listened and stared at the strangely shaped flying swords.
There are wooden frames arranged vertically and horizontally. At a glance, they are so densely packed that there is no end in sight.
Some swords are okay and look ordinary, but some flying swords are shining with a faint light, and the cold air can be felt from a long distance, and the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow.
Zhao Huai saw a very handsome black long sword and couldn't help but want to touch it, but was interrupted by a voice.
"Don't touch it!"
Zhao Huai looked back.
An old man with a goatee wearing a linen brown gown ran over and yelled.
The old man with a goatee came over, took one look at the long black sword, and then spoke out to dissuade Zhao Huai:
"This sword is called Mo Yuan. It weighs four kilograms and two taels and is three feet and six inches long. It is a sword used by demon cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment. It is stained with a lot of blood. If ordinary people touch it casually, they will be affected by the will in the sword. The impact is very dangerous.”
"When you enter here, you just don't touch it and let the flying sword choose its master. This is the rule of the sword pavilion, don't you know?"
After hearing these words, Zhao Huai showed apology on his face.
"Sorry, I don't understand the rules."
Seeing this scene, Elder Guan frowned and said, "Old man Wang, this is a distinguished guest of my Wuji Immortal Sect. You must not be rude."
The old man known as Old Man Wang said with a very stubborn face: "No matter who I am, my duty is not to let these swords hurt people, nor to let others damage these swords."
After hearing this, Elder Guan showed a helpless expression, turned to Zhao Huai and said:
"Your Highness, the swords on this floor are of average quality. Let's go directly to the third floor."
"good."
Zhao Huai nodded in agreement.
The two of them stepped onto the stairs side by side. During the process, Elder Guan apologized to Zhao Huai:
"Your Highness, please don't blame him, this guy has such a temper."
"Who is this old man Wang?"
"He is the sword keeper of this sword pavilion. He specializes in taking care of, cleaning, and maintaining the good swords here. He is not very strong and only has the cultivation of Jindan."
"Sword guard? I didn't expect there to be such a job in the sword pavilion." Zhao Huai said very surprised. This was the first time he had heard of such a position.
Elder Guan nodded and said: "There is no way. There are more and more swords in the sword pavilion, and there must be someone to take care of them. Old Man Wang has been guarding the sword pavilion for hundreds of years, so there is nothing wrong with it."
Zhao Huai recalled what the old man said just now and wondered: "Didn't he say he couldn't touch these flying swords? If he needs to be wiped and nursed, wouldn't the contact be the most serious?"
"He is right. The flying swords here contain infinite murderous aura and have tens of thousands of origins. Some powerful flying swords even have their own consciousness, so ordinary people cannot touch them. But Old Man Wang is different. He is here , seems to be able to appease these flying swords, so he can work here for so long."
"However, he has also been corroded by the sword energy here. His cultivation has stalled. He obviously still has a lot of life left, but his age is already showing."
After hearing the elder's explanation, Zhao Huai nodded slowly and thought to himself.
It seems that not everyone can do this kind of maintenance work.
Staying in the sword pavilion for many years is extremely harmful to the body.
This old man Wang is really lucky.
"I heard him say that the flying swords here all choose their own masters?" Zhao Huai remembered the second half of the sentence and continued to ask.
"This is just a small number. If the disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect and other immortal sects are qualified, they will come here to choose the flying sword of their choice. Rather than choosing, it is more about fate."
While the two were talking, they had already reached the third floor of the sword pavilion.
The number of flying swords on each level will decrease as the number of levels goes up. However, the quality of the swords on the upper level will be higher, but it is also true that they are difficult to control.
There is a stone wall niche on the front. There are small doors on the niche. Countless scabbards, sword handles and sword accessories are stored inside. Around the wall, there are batches of flying swords.
Zhao Huai took a look at the flying swords standing here. The quality was obviously not bad.
The lowest level of this level all has a four-star level, which is a middle-grade magic weapon. If you sell it, it will cost tens of thousands of spiritual stones, right?
It’s not an exaggeration to take it to auction and compete for a higher price.
Any one of them is a rare sword. There are several young disciples on this floor, staring at these swords with the eyes of beautiful women.
"In the Sword Pavilion, the sword energy is everywhere, and the sword intention is too heavy. If the monk does not have a precious phantom to protect his body, he will hurt his meridians and heart. If your Royal Highness wants to choose a sword, you must hurry up."
Elder Guan stood nearby and reminded.
Zhao Huai nodded, but he did not think that this level of sword energy could hurt him. With his level of swordsmanship, ordinary sword energy was not something to be afraid of.
He took a few steps at once and carefully looked at the flying sword on the shelf.
It is obvious that the temperature here is lower. Being inside, it feels like being in an ice cave. The bone-shattering cold air is coming from all directions, and the magic power of the sea of qi is disordered. The side shows that the sword here is more powerful than the one below.
Zhao Huai's expression did not change, and the awe-inspiring sword energy in his body gathered on the surface of his body, resisting the erosion of the sword energy.
There are bright swords in front of you, arrayed in rows. Unlike the first level, the swords here are actually marked with names.
Take the one in front of him as an example.
Glittering, standing proudly, noble and noble, the blade of the sword is white, like frost, and the whole body is slightly cold. The blade is carved with exquisite patterns, which makes people fall in love at first sight, named "Frost Cold".
Blood Burial, the hilt of the sword is shaped like a dark red blood dragon, and the blade exudes a strong murderous aura.
Qingxia, the slender sword's edge is green-blue, and the glow is shining like a sky covered with stars. It shines with dazzling light, giving people an enchanting feeling.
The broken soul, the cold and cold sword, its shape cannot be seen clearly in the dark, it seems transparent, as if it can kill people invisible.
Each sword has a unique temperament, either gorgeous, low-key or elegant. There is no doubt that their original owners were strong men walking in the world, who encountered unknown dangers and died with hatred.
When Zhao Huai looked at the swords, he was gaining insight into the life of these spiritual swords.
But he looked for a long time and couldn't find a suitable flying sword.
Ling Ran's sword energy was everywhere, and the few young disciples who had just been there already felt uncomfortable all over, and they couldn't bear it anymore and left one after another.
But Zhao Huai was calm and calm. He took a deep breath and released a more powerful sword intention.
At this moment, the sword energy on this level suddenly became silent.
All dissipated.
Seeing this scene, Elder Guan showed a look of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.
What a strong sword spirit.
Obviously he did not expect that Zhao Huai was only in the Golden Core realm, but that his sword realm had already reached such a high level.
Sword intent is something that sounds illusory, but is actually something that kills people invisible.
For example, if an ordinary person stands in front of a tiger, even if the tiger does not pounce on the opponent, he will feel awe-inspiring in his heart and his legs will become weak.
This feeling is strong enough for people, and it can directly obliterate people's will and destroy everything.
When he saw that Zhao Huai was not affected by the flying sword, he said: "I heard that His Highness has collected the sword-raising gourd. If the strength allows, you can take back a few more swords."
The average disciple can only pick up one sword, or picking up one sword is already too high.
But this was specifically explained by Elder Bai.
Zhao Huai helped the Wuji Immortal Sect a lot, and the Wuji Immortal Sect should give him a chance to go out according to reason.
And added.
Zhao Huai can take as many swords as he can without any restrictions.
After listening to Elder Guan's words, Zhao Huai thought of the sword-raising gourd he got from the sword holder.
He's already checked it out.
This sword-raising gourd has a huge space inside, which is equivalent to a super-large storage space. If it is specially used to collect flying swords, is it possible to collect thousands of flying swords?
After all, who would think that there are too few flying swords?
Of course, the more of these life-saving things, the better.
"The flying sword at this level is not suitable for you."
At some point, old man Wang, who was guarding the sword, appeared at the door of the third floor and said in a very indifferent voice.
Zhao Huai turned to look and said with a smile: "Senior, what kind of sword do you think is most suitable for me?"
He didn't mean to look down on the other party.
Anyone who does anything to the extreme can be called a master.
That is to say, as the people often say, there is a priority in learning Taoism, and there is a specialization in skills.
This includes Old Man Wang, who has been here for hundreds of years and knows all about the size, weight, and experience of the sword.
With countless experiences in sword watching, he naturally knows what sword is most suitable for him.
Old Man Wang looked at the sword very quickly, but his turbid old eyes stayed on Zhao Huai for a long time.
Then he slowly said:
"A strong sword, the stronger the better."
Zhao Huai's eyes showed surprise, and the other party actually understood what he was thinking.
When he was building his natal flying sword in Tiandian Mountain, he said the same thing as Master Ruan Ban.
This old man guarding the sword is definitely extraordinary.
"follow me."
Old Man Wang bent down, put his hands behind his back, and walked upstairs, leaving only one sentence.
"Still going up?"
Elder Guan glanced at the floors above and frowned.
"What's going on up there?" Zhao Huai asked curiously.
Elder Guan said solemnly: "The sword pavilion is not only a place to receive swords, but also a place where many long-standing evil swords are sealed and suppressed. They are often dangerous and uncontrollable, which is a taboo in the sword pavilion."
"Some swords even have their own consciousness, and some contain the Taoist essence of the immortal, which will last for thousands of years."
"Ordinary people can't bear it."
After speaking, Elder Guan sighed.
"Let me try."
Zhao Huai looked at Old Man Wang's back and said firmly.
Seeing that he had made a decision, Elder Guan could only walk upstairs.
Zhao Huai quickly caught up with Old Man Wang in front and asked aloud:
"Senior, it looks like you have a lot of knowledge about these swords?"
Old Man Wang glanced at Zhao Huai with deep eyes and replied calmly:
"The sword also has life and its own ideas. If people choose swords, swords will also choose people."
"A sword, held by a weak person, is an insult to it, but if it is held by a strong person, it is also an honor."
"Your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. You are one of the top three young men I have seen in the Sword Pavilion in the past hundred years."
"As expected, you will be very popular."
