Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5075: Sword and Mountain

Jian Wushuang felt his heart surging, and a long-lost excitement reappeared.

Even though the hope is illusory again, it still appears, and it appears in a form that is destined by heaven.

Sancun Mountain, this illusory and extremely difficult place to find, was encountered in the form of a mistake.

For a time, Jian Wushuang didn't know what to do.

Although the immature disciples sitting in the Huamang are quite nervous, they are more curious and longing.

Jian Wushuang who broke through the sky gave him too much imagination.

Powerful, boundlessly powerful, makes his memory deep and hard to forget.

After tidying up your mind, Jian Wushuang said, "Then here, is the retreat of the master Xu Tuo?"

"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was startled, "Who is he?"

Without waiting for him to speak again, the strong man who has been standing on the shore stepped forward and said, "Guest, why are you looking for my master?"

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then said, "I am here to ask the master craftsman for some questions that have troubled me for many days."

The strong man frowned slightly, "But my master never meets guests easily. I'm afraid you may not be able to see it if you go."

"I still want to see it, otherwise, I'll have trouble sleeping and eating." Jian Wushuang said, and at the same time he threw Nan Xuan aside, solemnly arched his hands.

At this moment, a thin man secretly pulled the corner of the strong man's clothes and whispered, "Big brother, you can't take him, you don't know how long it has been since Master has seen guests, I'm afraid I really want to He takes it over, and the master will anger us..."

"You didn't see the junior brother in his hands, if we don't let go now, there will be disaster!" said the strong man.

The lean man wanted to say more, but after a sigh, he stopped talking.

Immediately afterwards, he arched his hands and said, "If the visitor insists, I will naturally attract the visitor, but before then, can I put my junior brother back?"

Jian Wushuang was stunned, and then he secretly said confused, and quickly sent the immature disciple back to the bank.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the strong man directly raised his hand and gave him two sugar chestnuts on his head.

The immature disciple suddenly said aggrieved, "Big brother, what are you doing with me......"

"I will teach you later, I can't remember anything!" the strong man said angrily.

Then he turned and arched his hands, "In that case, please come with us."

Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up Nan Xuan who was still in a drowsy state, and followed closely.

At this point, nearly fifty burly men, carrying a basket, are walking on the waterfront and toward the mountains.

The youngest and immature disciple walked at the back of the team, holding the blank sword in one hand and stroking his head with the other, muttering quietly, "It turns out that my master's name is Xu Tuo..."

Like a scroll with ink paintings of red and blue, Moshan is lined with long water and stretches into the distance. Cyan is the only main color.

Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan, who was still drowsy, and walked at the forefront of the team, side by side with the strong man.

There was nothing to say all the way, but Jian Wushuang grasped the details one by one during this time.

The arms of these accompanying men are extremely strong, and most of them have spark burn marks on the forearms, and there are shiny iron filings on the trouser legs, which are caused by cast iron over the years.

At the same time, these guys also honored the master Xu Tuo as the master. Both the front and the side prove that this is Sancun Mountain.

"I don't know the name of the guest?" The strong man finally said.

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "Sword word, Wushuang."

"Sword, Master Sword," he suddenly looked embarrassed, "My master has a weird temperament and has never been seen in the world. I am afraid it is not easy to ask for a visit."

"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.

The strong man nodded, "Master has a weird temper, and he never showed up to the public, so he set up three barriers for leisure, and only after the three barriers can I see him."

"Okay, I'll do it," he said, his eyes calm and he didn't think it was making things difficult.

Jian Wushuang's simplicity and calmness surprised the strong man. When he reacted, Jian Wushuang was already on the road alone.

All the men stayed where they were, staring at his back.

The lean man embraced his arms, his expression played with taste, "You said, he can really get through three levels?"

A man opened his mouth and said, "He can pierce a hole in the sky, what else can stop him?"

At this time, a calm-facing man said, "Even if you poke a hole in the sky, you may not be able to break the three barriers of our master."

"Don't forget, no monk has seen the real face of our master."

"But he does not look like an ordinary monk."

"No matter how good he is, can he still be an immortal? Don't forget, even if he is an immortal, he will be bound by Sancun Mountain."

The strong man waved his hand, "Okay, don't make any noise, now the most urgent task is to see the master and let him make a decision."

"Then let's go, I always feel that something bad is happening."

Along with the sound of footsteps, all the men disappeared in place and did not enter the mountain.

……

This is a mountain, to be precise, a sword mountain!

Every hundred steps, there will be a sword, or a sword blank that is not even a sword inserted diagonally into the ground, standing up forever.

A kind of unspeakable killing, the desperate meaning is sweeping.

Stepping into this magnificent and heavy sword mountain, Jian Wushuang became cautious.

If there is a mountain pass, then this sword mountain must be the first pass. In order to be able to see the master Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.

Looking very hard, just at the foot of the mountain, no less than one hundred thousand sword blanks were inserted diagonally.

It's just that the 100,000-handed sword blanks are all iron, which will not resonate with the sword holder, and even the semi-divided wisdom is not born.

Walking here, the sword formation is magnificent, making Jian Wushuang think deeply.

He is speculating about who made these sword blanks without wit, and why they were abandoned halfway.

At this moment, Nan Xuan woke up from his drowsiness, stretched a long slack waist, and his expression wilted, "Little friend, where is this place?"

Jian Wushuang was helpless, and then told him about the development of the accident.

Listen, Nan Xuan was surprised, "No way, is there such a coincidence?"

"Whether it is correct or not, always try to do it."

After Jian Wushuang said these last words, he went straight ahead.

"Little friends, wait for me."

Sword Mountain is vast, shrouded in misty clouds.

The two walked forward firmly, not caring about the sword wind sweeping towards them.

Soon, Jian Wushuang, who was walking forward, discovered the clues in this mountain of swords.

The sword blanks all over the foot of the mountain began to sparse gradually as they continued to rise.