Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5076: Sword Tomb

The sword blank with no wit gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the position halfway up the mountain.

Instead, it was a brand new real sword. The years did not seem to leave a mark on the swords of these real swords.

They are brand-new as if they had just been cast, with a strong generative power emerging from the sword body, and then gathered into a thin fairy mist.

These real swords are already worthy of ordinary monks.

But in Jian Wushuang's view, they still lack one of the most important things-the resonance of wisdom.

A true sword can only resonate with the sword bearer if it produces wisdom.

But unfortunately, he didn't feel the wiseness from any real sword.

At this moment, Nan Xuan suddenly reminded, "Little friend, pay attention, I feel that there is a strong aura fluctuation on the top of the mountain."

Jian Wushuang nodded, he also felt the fluctuation from the top of the mountain.

There are even more real swords in the entire mountainside than at the foot of the mountain, roughly no fewer than 200,000 handles.

But with these two hundred thousand real swords, there is no sagacity.

Although he was quite confused about this, Jian Wushuang still wandered to the top of the mountain.

As the first of the three levels, he didn't believe it would be so easy.

Sure enough, the next moment, the top of the mountain trembled suddenly, and then the sword curtain made up of countless real swords fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

The mountains are trembling, Nan Xuan raised his eyebrows and prepared to do it.

But Jian Wushuang took a step ahead of him.

He took a step forward and suddenly waved his right arm, instantly bursting with sword light!

The two collided, and the entire Jianshan was shaken, and the true swords within nearly a thousand miles were all shattered into dust.

And the sword curtain is also shattered and scattered across the fields.

Originally, a major crisis was resolved like this.

But Jian Wushuang didn't stay at all, his figure was vertical, straight to the top of the mountain!

Nan Xuan followed closely and quickly followed.

Stepping on the top of the mountain, a different kind of breath from the foot of the mountain spreads, and even the clouds turn dark red.

It was an ancient and desolate aura, aloofness, breathlessness, that kind of loneliness seemed to transcend the concept of time, so that even the immortals could not feel it.

Looking forward, on the top of the dark brown ruined mountain, a long sword with a broken handle was either inserted diagonally or buried in the mud, leaving only an indescribable desolation.

Each sword, although it is broken, the remaining sword body is still full of sharpness, and the years have not captured an inch of sharpness.

Here, it is like having gone through an extremely tragic battle. The sword bearer has long been gone, leaving only the earth soaked in blood.

"Here, only sadness is left." Nan Xuan muttered, and then picked up a handful of soil from the ground under his feet.

The soil is blood-red and seems to be infiltrated repeatedly.

"This is not Jianshan, but Jian Tomb." After Jian Wushuang said this, he looked at all the broken swords.

Even after countless years, even if the sword is broken, these long swords still possess the wisdom.

Jian Wushuang can even faintly feel resonance.

At this moment, an old voice from an unknown source sounded.

"That's right, this is indeed the Sword Tomb. It is the place where I will end up."

As soon as this voice sounded, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan became vigilant at the same time, and even Yanli was released at the same time.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, I just want to talk to you."

Along with the falling of this sound, all the broken swords uttered softly.

Immediately afterwards, a black robe figure appeared from the top of the mountain, and then walked down slowly.

With every step of his, all the broken swords are rhythmic, catering to them, as if they have seen old friends who have not reunited for a long time.

Jian Wushuang's heart is already hanging high, and he can clearly feel the terrifying figure of this black robe, which is from the ancient aura.

"I have been asleep for a long time, and I haven't spoken for a long time."

It was just a few breaths, and the black robe figure came to Jian Wushuang, and then stretched out the thin palm of his hand and pulled down the hood covering his face.

The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but strong face, like a sword, breathtaking.

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, looking at the face of the old man in front of him, he actually had a familiar feeling.

Nan Xuan was even more speechless. Although he was already a Dayan Immortal, the aura from the old man in front of him easily crushed him.

So, none of them dared to act rashly.

Looking at their cautious faces, the black-robed old man smiled warmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit, and I won't have any malice against you."

"Sword, spirit?"

Jian Wushuang trembled in his heart, looking at the black-robed old man who claimed to be a sword spirit in front of him in disbelief.

A true sword can lead to a deeper path only if it has spirit.

As early as when he saw the black-robed old man, Jian Wushuang had guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't expect was the sword spirit.

What a terrifying existence is a sword spirit that can grow to such a point?

This is an unimaginable existence, even far more incredible than the sword fairy.

The soul is born with the instrument, and the soul is transformed by the soul, and eventually becomes a sword spirit, and it continues to rise to the limit, reaching the ultimate.

And now this old man is the ultimate sword spirit.

At this time, the black-robed old man chuckled again, "Forgot to say, I was already at the top of the mountain before I fell asleep."

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Peak Dayan Immortal, above Rank Nine, is the closest existence to the emperor’s perception. Even in that age of ancestry, the peak Dayan Immortal was extremely rare.

And this black-robed old man is not just a sword spirit, but also a pinnacle Great Yanxian? !

This has completely exceeded Jian Wushuang's imagination.

A sword spirit has ascended to the top of the Great Fairy Immortal, what level of existence should its owner be?

Nan Xuan was completely speechless. During the time he was with Jian Wushuang, the things that happened, the immortals I saw, and even the existence of the legendary Dayan Immortals, far exceeded Imagine.

The realm he was so proud of, seems to have felt so unworthy...

Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He would never have thought that there would be such a terrifying existence in these three inches of mountains.

The black-robed old man didn't care about the shock in his eyes at all, and continued, "Little friend, the stars and rivers are turning, and the Chinese New Year is changing. I would like to ask, where is this place where I sleep?"

Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang still experienced countless battles, and soon calmed down, saying, "Belonging to the big division domain."

"Da Siyu? Very good, very good," the black robe old man showed a very satisfied look, "Then I will ask again, who is the emperor of this big Siyu?"

"The emperor in the big division... is Zhen Wuyang."

Speaking of this, Jian Wushuang's eyes have already realized something.