This was the second time Hua Xiangrong was buried in the small space of the Sword Tomb. She felt quite at home in the small space of the Sword Tomb.
She slowly sensed it, and the resonance became stronger and stronger, until she came to a sword.
This sword looks very... ordinary.
Yes, it's just ordinary. It is far from the brilliance and majestic feeling of the Red Dust Sword of All Beings at that time. It can't compare to the layers of the Bibo Sword and the lightness and naturalness of the Feihong Sword. Not even Si Wuya’s proud Bingqing.
It looked like a random work by an unskilled blacksmith, and the sword I bought at a street stall in Qizhou was a bit sharper than the sword in front of me.
Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but be a little surprised. She didn't expect that the sword that could resonate with herself in Yunzhou would be the one in front of her.
Although she was surprised, she knew that the swords that could be buried in the sword tomb were not ordinary ones, and the sword in front of her was not as simple as it looked. So after hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.
The moment she grasped the hilt, she knew the name of the sword. Its name is "Fan Tie".
She knew a lot about the swords in the Sword Tomb, but she didn't know them all. For example, she didn't know the origin of this sword named "Fan Iron".
She tried to pull out the sword, and then swung it according to her own will.
In an instant, there was a continuous sound of swords in the Sword Burial Tomb, as if all the swords were echoing the sword just now.
"Hey, you are so knowledgeable and know everything. What happened just now?"
On the other side of the Sword Burial Tomb, in a secret corner, Luo Jiuyu asked while facing a sword.
The sword opposite her moved, and she said angrily: "The little girl who came in with you is extraordinary."
"Old man, don't speak half-heartedly. I also know that she is extraordinary. What is so extraordinary about her?" Luo Jiuyu said.
"Don't say it, don't say it." The talking sword opposite her was still making a loud sound, pretending to be profound.
Luo Jiuyu rolled his eyes helplessly: "I guess you don't know."
The old voice on the opposite side of the sword, which was completely black and had a crimson hilt, said with a smile: "Little girl, don't provoke me with the film, the secret must not be leaked."
Luo Jiuyu looked at it and turned to leave.
"Little girl, aren't you going to take my old man with you?" The sword asked eagerly from behind her.
"I'm not a swordsman, so what do I need you for?" Luo Jiuyu asked.
The old man's voice suddenly faded: "I only thought that you had a similar aura to mine and could take me out, but I never thought that you were not a swordsman."
"Then which path do you practice?" it asked.
"I am an archery cultivator, an arrow master of bows and arrows." Luo Jiuyu replied.
"Arrow cultivator?" The old man murmured, "Could it be that you are... No wonder you met that little girl. Everything is fate."
The old man muttered something there, but Luo Jiuyu didn't hear it clearly.
"Can you let me see your bow?" In order to verify his guess, the old man asked.
Luo Jiuyu thought there was no harm in letting him take a look, so he took out his bow that had shot Black Feather.
"It is indeed it." The sword in front of Luo Jiuyu trembled slightly, and her bow seemed to feel something, resonating with the sword.
"Little girl, your identity is a big secret when walking in the world of cultivation and the human world. You must hide it well."
"I got it. Now, let me go out quickly, otherwise Xiangrong will be anxious." Luo Jiuyu counted the time, and Hua Xiangrong should also be going out.
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Jiuyu felt that the force pulling her on the big stone platform at the top of Wanjian Peak appeared again. When she opened her eyes again, she had reached the stone platform again. Didn't attract anyone's attention.
Hua Xiangrong felt a little shocked. She did not expect that the sword in her hand would cause the swords of all the swords in the Sword Burial Tomb.
When a famous sword is born, other swords will buzz in response to it. The more swords that echo, the higher the grade of the sword is.
For example, when Feng Yuqing pulled out the Red Dust Sword of All Beings, almost all the swordsmen in the world felt their swords trembling slightly.
Just when she swung the sword, she felt a kind of power very clearly. That was...the power of the wooden sword of the "sword" at that time!
Therefore, this mortal iron follows the path of mortal swordsmanship.
Hua Xiangrong is perceiving and thinking in the sword burial mound here. In the world of cultivation outside, the great sword cultivators from all over the world are not idle either. To be precise, it exploded.
Murong Qi was fighting with Li Mu when he suddenly felt the "Zang Feng" in his hand trembling and buzzing. The source of this feeling was the Sword Burial Tomb!
She put the sword back into its sheath and looked at the top of Ten Thousand Swords Peak in the grateful eyes of Li Murumeng.
Has another famous sword been born? And the quality is very high. Is it the second young lady of the Cangzhou Hua family whom my sister said was extremely talented?
Murong Qi narrowed his eyes, his eyes burning with fighting intent.
Chu Yao was dealing with the matter of re-cooperation between the Chu family and the Li family. Her cold expression changed slightly. Feeling the shock of Si Wuya, she said, "It seems that I didn't just see the wrong person."
Somewhere in Li Mansion, the woman who was quietly retreating opened her eyes: "Zeming, do you feel it too? Another magic weapon has been born."
Perhaps it was time for her to leave seclusion.
Lingzhou, Canglan Sect, a man in blue, holding a book in his hand, his hands have clear joints, which is very beautiful.
The fingers that were turning the pages of the book stopped, and he pinched the yellowed paper slightly, remembering that the last time he had such momentum was when the Red Earth Sword of All Beings was born.
"Bi Bo, we won't lose to her this time." The man in blue said softly.
In another part of Lingzhou, the woman he was playing chess with was concentrating on his thoughts.
"Master, tell me, what's the solution to this situation?" she asked.
Of course no one answered her. After a moment, the woman picked up the white piece and dropped it on the chessboard with a "snap" sound, which echoed in the empty room.
"I think your answer is correct," she said.
On an uninhabited snowy peak in the extremely cold north, heavy snow buried a cave.
Amid the howling of the wind and snow, all the snow covering the cave suddenly dispersed. A woman with a young face, but her hair had turned white, came out of the cave and looked in the direction of Qizhou.
"Feihong, we have another opponent, don't we?" She stroked the sword in her hand, her fingertips brushed the sword's edge, and a string of blood beads turned into ice before it fell to the ground.
In a certain open field, a little girl who was jumping around and playing with dead leaves on bare branches stopped, and there was a look of confusion in her eyes.
"Sister...Yu, Yuqing?" It was the first time she said this name that seemed to have been familiar to her for a long time.
"What happened?" The woman dressed in black and veiled respectfully asked the woman sitting on the bronze seat.
The woman was very beautiful, but her face had no expression, like a motionless, delicate puppet.
Her lips were pale and slightly open, and she said in a disembodied voice: "I want to go out."
The woman in black was startled, looked at the still expressionless woman, and asked cautiously: "Why?"
The woman said: "There is no reason."
Her words were weak and light, but the woman in black felt great pressure. She almost fell to her knees under this pressure.
The other woman who had been kneeling on the ground, dressed in red, sweating profusely and not daring to raise her head, turned out to be Yun Ji.
"Understood, His Highness the Spirit Emperor. I will give instructions to go down and you are leaving seclusion." The woman in black said.
"Yunji, you should get up first." She said to Yunji who was kneeling on the ground.
"Thank you, High Priest." Yun Ji stood up quickly and stepped aside respectfully.
The woman sitting on the bronze seat stood up, walked down step by step, and walked out of the hall under the watch of the high priest and Yun Ji.
In the depths of the Nine Hell Sea, something bound by several thick chains began to struggle violently.
The water with black flames boiling on the surface of the Nine Hell Sea seemed to be boiling more. The waves became bigger and bigger, roaring and hitting the coast. The sound that seemed to have been screaming became louder.
Wu Su had been listening to the silent painting in Lan Jie, and the winding lines on it, like a child's graffiti, suddenly started to move.
The pattern formed after recombination, if Hua Xiangrong were here now, she would be able to recognize it at a glance as the futon in the center of the empty room when she obtained the Shangqing Kongming Jue.
The lines were still moving and turned into murals on the four walls of the room.
Finally, it returned to its original state.
Somewhere in the Phoenix Clan within the Monster Clan, there had been no sound. It seemed that there was a slight sound of breathing in the dungeon where there was no one.
The woman, who seemed to have been dead for a long time, struggled to open her eyes. She thought she couldn't die yet.
She seems to be back.
