As the floors rise.
The pressure on Zhao Huai gradually increased, and he clearly felt that the sword intent above was getting stronger and stronger. The cultivation level of the original owner who held them must not be underestimated.
"No more?"
Old Man Wang turned around and smiled lightly, his tone seemed to be sarcastic, but he acted as if nothing was wrong.
Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the Eighth Turn Golden Pill began to circulate slightly, mobilizing the power of the blazing sun phenomenon. The sword energy on his body jumped and emerged, emitting crimson light and gathering on the surface of his body, forming a strong barrier.
He opened his eyes and said calmly:
"A man can't say he can't do it."
When Old Man Wang saw this scene, he whispered:
"Eight Turns Golden Pill. That's it."
"It's quite interesting."
Old Man Wang's eyes revealed an imperceptible smile.
"Come up if you like. Welcome to the sixth floor of the Sword Pavilion. As long as you can take one of the swords on this floor, it counts as your ability."
As soon as Zhao Huai entered this level, he was hit by the majestic aura of swordsmanship.
Compared with the pressure below, the sword here is more powerful, giving people a sense of compulsion, flicking Zhao Huai's tense nerves, as if there are pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness.
The cold and biting breeze brushed past my ears, like a whispered greeting.
Elder Guan said in a solemn voice: "The swords at this level are very dangerous. They are equipped with swords that are above the level of Nascent Soul. Please note, your highness, let everything take its course. Safety is the priority. Do not force it."
"I understand, elder."
Zhao Huai nodded and walked into the dark room where the sword was hidden.
There are not many swords here, and they are not arranged closely, so the space seems much wider.
Soon, a blue scabbard attracted Zhao Huai, and he leaned over to take a look.
A slender long sword with a glowing blue gem on the hilt. The flowing light seemed to be alive.
At this time, Old Man Wang came over at some point and stretched out his old wrinkled hands.
"Canglang!"
A crisp friction sound was heard, and the slender long sword was pulled out.
The sword has a quiet light and the blade is extremely slender. At first glance, it looks like a sword used by women.
Seeing this, Zhao Huai frowned and said, "Senior, didn't you say you can't move the sword casually?"
Even Old Man Wang has an antibody effect against the sword in the sword pavilion, but if he draws the sword wantonly, he doesn't take his own life seriously.
Old Man Wang ignored him and said to himself:
"This sword is called Liuying."
"Its owner is named Lin Cangyue. She is a woman. She is a peak Nascent Soul master and the master of the Taicang Sword Sect. She died in the war between the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect three hundred years ago. In order to protect all the disciples of the sect, she retreated , fighting alone against the four great ministers of the Demon Palace, having one arm cut off, but still fighting to the death, feeling sad and heroic, and finally died calmly."
The voice of Old Man Wang's chanting entered Zhao Huai's ears word for word.
He looked as if he was stunned. Zhao Huai was very confused as to what Old Man Wang meant by doing this.
Old Man Wang stared at Liuying for a long time, and finally put it back into the scabbard, turned his head, and said seriously:
"I'm telling you what kind of kendo is kendo and what kind of sword is suitable for you."
"Obviously, the sword of the deceased is not suitable for you. Please change it."
After saying that, Old Wang walked forward. Zhao Huai looked stunned and said in surprise:
"The sword of the dead? Are there still swords of the living?"
"It's natural."
Old Man Wang squatted in front of a sword, wiped the hilt with his sleeve, and said leisurely: "The swords in Jiange come from all over the world. In addition to the swords of the deceased, there are also swords that others despise and don't want, scrapped swords, and recast swords that no one cares about. The sword, as well as the sword that the owner of the sword has become higher in cultivation, has therefore been replaced.”
"I see."
Zhao Huai nodded as if he had some understanding.
"Look over here."
Old Man Wang stood up and cleared an area.
"The inferior swords are of very good quality. They were all used by great swordsmen. They were left here after they ascended. They may be suitable for you."
"If you think about it carefully, it has been twenty years since the last time I took the defective sword from here. Time flies so fast." Old Man Wang said with emotion.
"Is this person Ziyun?"
A woman in a purple skirt appeared in Zhao Huai's mind.
Old Man Wang recalled it for a while, twirling his goatee and said: "That's her. She has very good qualifications and excellent luck, so she has a defective sword with her. After recasting it, it is also a high-quality flying sword."
Zhao Huai crouched on the ground, observing these fairy swords and looking at these rusty cracks, as if they had gone through some kind of battle before being abandoned here.
"Can I touch it, senior?"
Zhao Huai turned around and asked.
Old Man Wang pursed his lips and said, "You really don't change your original intention, you just want to touch the sword."
Then he pondered for a moment and sighed: For the sake of your high level of swordsmanship, I can make an exception, but first I warn you, you can touch it, but you must not believe anything you see. "
"I see."
Zhao Huai nodded vigorously and agreed.
"Touch it."
Old man Wang was not very particular. He sat down on the ground and looked at Zhao Huai with his chin propped up.
With permission, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand and slowly approached the broken sword.
Finally, his long index finger touched the edge of the sword.
The first thing I felt when I bought it was that it was cold and had a grainy feel like rust.
There doesn't seem to be anything special.
Just an ordinary sword.
Zhao Huaigang thought this way.
Suddenly, a mighty aura spread out from the Zanci Immortal Sword's body, and a powerful kendo will instantly poured into Zhao Huai's brain.
It made his pupils shrink suddenly.
A large number of pictures appeared in front of me, which were constantly reshaped and presented.
The mountains are hanging high, and the sky is filled with golden clouds. In front of us are the familiar 100,000 mountains, but the sky is condensed with golden mist that covers the sun.
"Does your immortal world also have this day?"
A misty and mighty voice echoed in the mountains.
This terrifying sound actually caused the heaven and earth within a thousand miles radius to begin to shake violently.
Although the angle of view was in the white sky, he could still clearly see the dense darkness on the ground, with heavy casualties, the fallen, and the disabled.
The perspective picture suddenly changes everything.
The whistling sound of the wind came, and it was obvious that the flying sword was gliding in the air, and finally stopped on a blue stone cliff.
A big hand appeared in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, and could only see a casual silhouette in white clothes.
But Zhao Huai can be sure that this person is definitely a man.
"Zhao Yan, you're late!"
"You can't hold on to this blessed land of Lingshan anymore!"
The terrifying voice from before spoke again.
The master of the sword did not speak, but took action. Two wide white sleeves fluttered in the wind and rose straight into the sky.
The figure left with the sword.
Wherever the man went, the darkness on the ground was about to clear away, and the sound of swords and weapons could be heard from the sky.
Roar!
Soon, a majestic giant shadow of a white dragon appeared, and the dragon entered the world and cleaned up everything in the world.
"Zhao Yan, you are digging your own grave!"
"You want to destroy the world of immortality?"
There was actually a tone of horror in that dull terrifying voice.
"I'm lucky to get it, but I'm going to lose my life. This is the road I have to take."
"Thousand-year weather, before the catastrophe of ascension, the cards need to be reshuffled."
The man in white's voice fell, and he was struck down with a sword.
Although Zhao Huai could not see the scene on the ground, he could feel the power of this sword. It resounded throughout the sky and the earth, destroying everything. Even a crack appeared in the dome of the sky!
For a moment, the entire Lingshan Mountain trembled.
Just then, the scene ended.
For a long time, Zhao Huai's eyes were dull and he kept touching the sword.
"What did this kid see?"
When Old Man Wang saw something was wrong, he put his old wrinkled hand on the Immortal Sword, squinted his eyes and felt it. After half a stick of incense, he suddenly said:
"No wonder. It's such a coincidence."
Zhao Huai's consciousness returned to his body, and the shock in his eyes lingered for a long time.
It took him a while to regain his composure. He looked at Old Man Wang and asked solemnly:
"Whose sword is this?"
Old man Wang had gray hair, twirled his goatee, raised his eyebrows and said:
"This is the sword that Ancestor Yan used back then. You are lucky enough to have picked such a treasure. Is it destiny?"
"This sword seems to have followed you."
When Zhao Huai heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, he held the hilt of the sword and looked at the rusty and cracked blade.
Lost in thought.
Could it be that the man in white he saw just now is Yanzu?
Zhao Yan is the name of Yan Zu?
In this case, who is the enemy in the picture?
Who is Yanzu fighting, and what is the outcome?
What does he mean by reshuffling the cards?
While he was thinking, the flying swords around him trembled slightly.
Old Man Wang looked at them and said with a faint smile:
"It seems that you are also a person of great luck."
"It's not easy for ordinary people to find one of the swords here. It's really unheard of that there are so many swords trying to follow you."
According to common sense, a sword matches a person.
Swords, like people, also have pride.
It is rare for multiple flying swords to follow one owner.
But this phenomenon did happen before our eyes.
The incomplete flying swords around him were trembling, pointing in the direction of Zhao Huai, obviously wanting to recognize him as their master.
"Boy, why don't you quickly open the sword gourd and claim the flying sword?"
Old Man Wang reminded.
Zhao Huai nodded, took out the green sword-raising gourd, and opened the stopper.
"call out!"
"call out!"
"call out!"
Flying swords were shot out from the shelf, and they all went into the sword-raising gourd.
Soon, there were far fewer flying swords around.
Zhao Huai roughly counted and found that he had collected roughly six defective fairy swords just now.
At this time, Old Man Wang showed a faint smile and said: "Don't underestimate these imperfect fairy swords. After all, they were made of fairy-grade spiritual treasures back then. Their master is a powerful person in this world. The current conditions are such that it is impossible to have flying swords of this quality anymore, so there will be one less one to claim."
"Ordinary magic weapons will break when touched."
Zhao Huai nodded slowly. He could feel that the aura in the fairy sword was thick and long, flowing continuously along his meridians and muscles. As long as he cultivated it, it would definitely be powerful.
He also felt subtle changes on his body, but he couldn't place them.
Zhao Huai breathed a sigh of relief after putting Yan Zu's sword into the sword gourd.
His trip to Jiange was almost here.
Zhao Huai bowed to Old Man Wang and said:
"Zhao Huai thanks senior for his guidance."
He knew that if it weren't for Old Man Wang, it would be difficult for him to find a suitable flying sword in the vast sea of swords.
"If you want to thank me, just thank me for your swordsmanship qualifications."
Old Man Wang shook his head and said: "I don't like ordinary disciples, but your swordsmanship qualifications don't seem to be fixed. You are a natural swordsman. This is really rare."
Of course Zhao Huai knew what the other party was talking about.
He has the fate of being a "Swordsman Master", and his swordsmanship qualifications are among the best in the world.
His level of swordsmanship will only continue to improve until he becomes a saint and becomes an immortal.
"Senior, I have a question. I wonder if you can answer it for me."
"Um?"
"How did you manage to stay in this sword pavilion that contains millions of swords? You know, even Elder Guan stayed at the door and did not enter. Obviously the will of swordsmanship has a great influence on people."
"I heard that you only have the Golden Core realm, can you still resist these sword wills?"
Zhao Huai just touched the sword and realized how uncomfortable this feeling was.
There is a memory in the mind out of thin air, which requires extremely high mental strength of ordinary people.
If things go on like this in the sword pavilion, I am afraid that these swords will drive me crazy.
Moreover, there are some evil swords. Although he has not encountered them, it does not mean that Old Man Wang, the sword guard, will not encounter them.
In such a harsh environment, the other party was able to survive. It must be said that this strength is terrifying.
Zhao Huai felt that this old man was definitely more than the golden elixir realm.
Facing Zhao Huai's question, Old Man Wang had no intention of answering and said calmly:
"You shouldn't ask, don't ask too much."
"Now that you have the sword, please take it back."
"As I said before, think more about what kind of kendo is kendo. This is what you should do."
After saying that, Old Man Wang walked directly towards the door.
Zhao Huai thought for a while and followed.
"Your Highness, how was the harvest?"
Elder Guan at the door saw Zhao Huai and smiled.
"Yes, they are all high-quality flying swords."
"That's good."
Elder Guan was also very satisfied when he saw that Zhao Huai had obtained the opportunity perfectly.
While the two were talking, they came to the gate of Jiange. Zhao Huai raised his eyes and looked around, but he could no longer see the shadow of Old Man Wang.
"Elder Guan, take your leave."
"Farewell, Your Highness."
After going out, Zhao Huai said goodbye to Elder Guan.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Yu Qinghan's figure standing outside the sword pavilion, waiting quietly.
"Madam, why are you here?"
Zhao Huai said in surprise.
When he came out of the Red Dust Immortal Peak, he had already promised to come back soon.
Yu Qinghan's face was solemn and he said, "While my husband was away, a disciple from Yan Sheng Mansion came."
"Yansheng Mansion, what's going on?"
Zhao Huai frowned.
"The words on the stone tablet have been deciphered."
A look of sadness appeared in Yu Qinghan's beautiful eyes.
"What? Cracked?"
Zhao Huai was very surprised.
He did not expect that after only a few days of work, the words on the stone tablet could be deciphered. This efficiency was too fast.
"Well, this matter involves a lot. The master of Linglong Palace, the master of Changsheng Temple, and the abbot of Xiaolingyin Temple all went to Yansheng Mansion, and they even asked me to call you."
Zhao Huai quickly took a few steps forward and asked, "Is there any specific information on the stone tablet?"
Yu Qinghan said with sharp eyes: "This stone tablet seems to come from the Land of Ascension. We will have to go to Yansheng Mansion to find out the details."
