The pungent smell came to my face, like a strong smell of gunpowder mixed in the smell of metal friction.

Looking around, the thick white mist blocked the sight. Within the visible range, a sword penetrated straight into the ground. Some sword bodies were shining with brilliance on the surface, while others were crystal clear, like precious jade.

Each of these is a top-notch sword.

The sword fetus that Jin Xiao sent him was nothing more than this level.

It was like discovering a big treasure.

Kou Li's thoughts trembled slightly, although he had already reached a state of being unmoved by external objects.

With a "swish" sound, he pulled out a sword. His body was like jade and his base was as white as snow. Going up, there were circles of blue, like the color of the sky. It made people feel quiet when they looked at it.

This is a sword to ward off evil spirits.

However, it was broken.

Kou Li's eyes were thoughtful, and he didn't check the other swords. The thick fog was filled with resentment.

This is--

Sword Tomb!

The black shadow floated out of the fog, and the human figure held a long blade in his hand. It was fast and the lunge collapsed and then poked up.

Kou Li opened his eyes, and the innate sword fetus tucked upwards, and the sword lights collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

When the opponent's sword body was hit by a huge force, it shook slightly, like a lotus plate, with sword shadows covering Kou Li layer by layer.

However, with the inheritance before Tianyi's death, Kou Li's deduction had already reached a terrifying level. With a change in his eyes, he could see the change in this move.

Kou Li's innate sword fetus suddenly drew a lewd character, and a big Buddha figure flashed in the fog. Two figures interlaced by, and a human head rolled to the ground.

Nearby, a Buddha sword suddenly ejected from the ground and merged with the black shadow. There was a crack on the sword body.

"Such curious," Kou Li said to himself. The crack on the sword was not cut out by him, but was built into the sword body, and it was also the flaw of the sword move just now.

"Are these defective products?"

Kou Li's eyes swept through, and whimpers kept coming from the fog, which was more like a whine.

The incomplete product can only be destroyed and discarded. Is this a sword?

Kou Li pondered for a moment, and did not rush to rush to find the direction of the villa. He wanted to figure out one thing, what is sword, what is it.

If it is just a weapon, murderous skill, or even a magical change, then the Chunyang Sword will be renamed as a Chunyang Sword or a Chunyang Spear.

Even the name of Sword Immortal is not a problem to change one.

But this is definitely wrong.

In this world, the sword immortal is the only one recognized name by all practitioners except the gods, humans and ghosts.

Two more black shadows appeared, one without a head and the other without an arm, one came forward and the other came backward. Kou Li stood up and fell into a fight again.

These black shadows are sword spirits condensed by resentment, which are more or less incomplete, but each sword technique still has the power similar to that of magical powers.

Moreover, Kou Li discovered that there was no spiritual energy in the cave heaven. In other words, once the true energy in his body was exhausted, it was really exhausted, and large-scale magical powers and spells could not be used at all.

Is it really only the test that only swordsmanship?

After three days and three nights, Kou Li looked at the sword with his hands on his sword, and everything he saw was full of incomplete sword weapons.

There were more than a dozen sword marks on his body, which looked very terrifying, but the rolled flesh and blood were not at all.

"I probably understand why you are defective," Kou Li paused, and countless shrilling sounds sounded in the white mist, as if they were arguing, and as if they were angry.

"Even you think you are incomplete, then who will think you are qualified swords?"

Tyrannical, extreme, and self-deprecating, this is what Kou Li felt from these swords.

Although he had not figured out the test of Chunyang Sword, he at least understood why this was a sword tomb.

A sword with a heart that is dead can no longer be considered a sword.

With this sentence, the whimpering of the wind gradually faded, because Kou Li's eyes gradually ejaculated a kind of firmness and persistence that they did not have.

This is their kind of breath.

The living sword.

...

The Western Wild Demon was in a bad mood. Everything went wrong before he broke into the villa. First, the demon fire he had cultivated was broken by Xin Jin's sword energy, and then the first time he broke into here, he could not use his magic skills and magic skills, so he could only rely on swordsmanship.

And coincidentally, swordsmanship is his weakness.

‘If this continues, I will run away before I touch the threshold of the Pure Yang Sword.’

Green blood overflowed from the blood cave, strands of strands. He had practiced for so many years, and his body had already refined his body into a monster. If it were just an ordinary body, he would have been finished with the pursuit of a group of sword souls.

A black shadow slowly walked out of the fog.

"It's you dead souls again. If the ancestor's magic skills had not been blocked, he would have refined you into ghosts under his command long ago!"

"Do you still have this chance?" said the black shadow slowly.

"Hey, you are not a soul. Which disciple are you? Sign up and sign up. If the ancestor is in a good mood, he will spare your life."

Although the wild demon cannot perform the magic skills, after a brief loss of consciousness, the strong demonic thoughts can be easily distinguished, and the human Taoist opposite is not very good.

"Don't you want to get the Pure Yang Sword? I'll give it to you," the other party said quietly.

In the fog, the red light was like a big sun, with golden lights, and the heat was rolling, and thousands of swords were ringing, making the eyes of the wild demons in the West about to fall off.

"Impossible, Zhengyang Tianjian, shouldn't it be destroyed long ago," the Western Wild Demon couldn't believe it.

What happened back then was deeply impressed by the older generation.

And at this moment, countless sword shadows flew out from the sun, the waterfalls were rapids, and the Milky Way fell.

"Three Thousand Swords, it's you, the old Bodhi Taoist!"

The demon light transformed by the wild demon gradually became depressed without being able to change the magic skill. Finally, accompanied by a scream, the old demon died here without using the magic skill at all.

"You were the first one in that year."

...

"This momentum-"

When Kou Li felt the scene, he only saw the Western wild demon who had been almost cut into flesh paste, and next to his body, a piece of paper fell on the side.

“Thirty-four.”

Kou Li picked up the paper and mosuo twice. The paper used to copy in the Taoist temple exuded a cinnabar smell.

What is this number, some kind of mark, quantity, or ranking?

"It seems that I'm late, senior brother, have you discovered something?"

Kou Li recognized the other party, the elder of Jinxiao Sect, who had met in Xingsuhai, and Zhou Daoshi.

"This is the only piece of paper," he handed over the paper.

"Thirty-four?" The other party was also puzzled.

"I don't understand this number, it's just this sword technique," Kou Li paused: "Senior Brother Bodhi's three thousand swords?"

The Bodhi Taoist's magic weapon is quite famous in the two realms of the right and demons. In this sword weapon, there are three thousand high-quality swords hidden. In other words, the power of a sword is equivalent to three thousand sword immortals taking action at the same time, and its power is amazing.

And the thick sword evil on the corpse of the Western wild demon is very similar to the other party’s masterpiece.

"This old demon had a great hatred with our Jinxiao Sect back then. It is said that the leader of Zhengyangzi had chased him when he was young, but he escaped. If the senior brother took action, it would make sense."

The two of them looked at the paper at the same time. If it were really him, what would the paper left mean?

"Senior brother, together?"

"good."

Kou Li was still thinking about the meaning of this number, but he didn't notice that the other party occasionally looked at him, which was indescribable.

"Senior brother, among our generation, except for you and Tianji, the memories have basically been restored. Senior brother, who is my senior brother or sister in your previous generation, is really curious."

Kou Li twitched, and he did not respond.

Seeing this, Zhou Daoshi changed his topic, "Senior Brother, do you know that the head sect had also come here."

"Oh? What are the senior brother Zhengyangzi here to do?" Kou Li felt a little surprised.

"I don't know, but after leaving here, my senior brother's swordsmanship has become even stronger. If he was the first in the decent sect before, he would become a real invincible person after leaving here!"

Kou Li naturally knew that in order to practice amazing and even outrageous swordsmanship, in addition to his own talent and will, various opportunities are also indispensable.

The Chongjian Villa is a famous sword-making holy land for both righteous and demons. The owner of the manor, Iron Mountain, is also the forty-three powerful characters of the previous generation who have not escaped the disaster. No matter whether it is righteous or demons, no one dares to provoke them.

If you have the ability, don't ask me.

The opportunity here will inevitably be of great benefit to the sword.

The fog gradually faded away, and Kou Li suddenly thought of something. Even with his own sword skills, he had serious injuries on the surface in order to deal with these sword spirits.

This guy is not injured at all.
To be continued...