Legend of Swordsman - #5080 - Chapter 5080

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The sword blank without spiritual wisdom 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 cultivator.

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

Only when a true sword produces spiritual wisdom can it resonate with the sword holder.

But unfortunately, he did not feel spiritual wisdom from any of these real swords.

At this moment, Nan Xuan suddenly reminded, “Little friend, pay attention, I feel that there are not weak aura fluctuations 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 less than 200,000 handles.

But with these 200,000 real swords, no spiritual wisdom has emerged.

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

As the first test in the three levels, he didn’t believe it would be so easy.

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

“hong long long!!!”

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

But Jian Wushuang took the first step first.

He stepped directly on the First Step, and with a sudden wave of his right arm, the sword glow burst out!

The two collided, and the entire Sword Mountain was shaken, and the true swords within 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 in this way.

But Jian Wushuang didn’t stay in the slightest, his body was straight, straight up 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 diffuses, and even the clouds turn into 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 dark brown ruined mountain peak, a long sword with a broken handle, inserted diagonally, or buried in the mud, left nothing but 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’s like having gone through a very tragic battle. The sword bearer has long been gone, leaving only the ground saturated with divine blood.

“Here, there is only sadness 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 Sword Mountain, but sword tomb.” After Jian Wushuang said this sentence, he looked towards all broken long swords.

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

Jian Wushuang can even faintly feel sympathy.

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

“That’s right, this is indeed sword tomb, and it’s where I 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 and so on to you, I just want to talk to you.”

With the falling of this sound, all the broken long swords uttered softly.

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

Along with his each step, all the broken long swords are rhythmic, catering to, and seem to see old friends who have not reunited for a long time.

Jian Wushuang’s heart is high, and he can clearly feel the terrifying of the black robe’s figure, which is the breath from the ancients.

“I have been asleep for a long time, and I haven’t spoken for a long time.”

It was just a few breaths, the black robe figure came to Jian Wushuang, and then stretched out the thin palm of his hand and pulled down the hood that covered 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 is even more speechless. Although he is already One Dayan, the aura of the old man in front of him easily crushes him.

Therefore, none of them dare to act blindly without thinking.

Looking at their cautious faces, the black robe old man smiled warmly, “Don’t be afraid, I’m just a broken Sword Spirit, and I won’t be malicious to you.”

“Sword, spirit?”

Jian Wushuang in ones heart trembled, looking at this black robe old man who calls himself Sword Spirit with some disbelief.

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

As early as when he saw this black robe old man, Jian Wushuang had guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn’t expect was Sword Spirit.

How terrifying is Sword Spirit that can grow to such a point?

This is simply unimaginable, even far more unimaginable than Sword Immortal.

The soul is born by the instrument, and the soul is transformed by the spirit, and finally becomes the Sword Spirit, and it continues to rise to the limit, reaching the ultimate.

And now this old man is the top of Sword Spirit.

At this time, the black robe old man hehe smiled again, “Forgot to say, I was already Peak Dayan before I fell asleep.”

“…”

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Peak Dayan Immortal, surpassing Nine Revolutions, is the closest existence to the emperor’s perception. Even in the ancient Era, peak Dayan Immortal is extremely rare.

And this black robe old man is not just a Sword Spirit, but also one peak Dayan Immortal? !

This has completely exceeded Jian Wushuang’s imagination.

A Sword Spirit has landed on Peak Dayan Immortal, what level of existence should its owner be?

Nan Xuan has been completely speechless. During the time he was with Jian Wushuang, the things that happened, the Yanxian he saw, and even the existence of the legendary Dayanxian, were far beyond imagination.

The realm he was originally proud of, seems to have a little not worth mentioning…

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

And the black robe old man didn’t care about the shock in his eyes, and continued, “Little friend, Galaxy circulation, Chinese New Year, I would like to ask, where is this place where I sleep?”

Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang has experienced countless battles and soon calmed down and said, “Belonging to the big division.”

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

“The emperor in the big division… is True Martial Yang.”

Speaking of this, Jian Wushuang’s eyes have already clear comprehension a bit.