Chapter 5076? Sword Tomb

The blank sword without wisdom gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the position halfway up the mountain.

Instead, it is a brand new real sword, and the years seem to have left no traces on the swords of these real swords.

They were brand new as if they had just been cast, with a strong derivative force emerging from the sword body, and then converging into a thin fairy mist.

These real swords are already worthy of ordinary monks.

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

The real sword can only resonate with the sword-wielding person when it generates wisdom.

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

At this time, Nan Xuan suddenly opened his mouth to remind, "Little friend, pay attention, I feel that there is a strong aura on the top of the mountain."

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

There are even more real swords in the entire mountainside than the sword blanks at the foot of the mountain, and there are no less than 200,000 swords in a rough count.

But even these 200,000 real swords, but none of them produced spiritual wisdom.

Although he was quite puzzled by this, Jian Wushuang still walked 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 composed of countless real swords fell from the sky.

"Boom!!"

The mountain trembled, Nan Xuan raised his eyebrows and was ready to start.

But Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him.

He took a step forward, and with a sudden wave of his right arm, ten thousand strands of sword light burst out!

When the two collided, the entire Sword Mountain was shaken, and the real swords within a thousand miles were all shattered into powder.

And the sword curtain was also broken and scattered around.

It was a big crisis that was solved in this way.

But Jian Wushuang did not stop at all,

The figure is vertical, straight to the top of the mountain!

Nan Xuan followed closely and quickly followed.

Stepping on the top of the mountain, a breath that is completely different from the foot of the mountain, the breath of the mountainside diffuses, and even the clouds turn dark red.

It was an ancient and desolate atmosphere, open and breathless, the loneliness seemed to transcend the concept of years, so that even Yanxian could not feel it.

As far as the eye can see, on the black-brown dilapidated mountain top, a broken long sword is either inserted obliquely or buried in the soil, leaving only an indescribable desolation.

Although each sword is broken, the remaining sword body is still full of sharpness, not an inch of sharpness has been taken away by the years.

Here, it was as if after an extremely tragic battle, the sword wielder had long since disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked with divine blood.

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

The soil is blood red and appears to have been repeatedly infiltrated.

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

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

Jian Wushuang can even faintly feel the meaning of resonance.

At this moment, an old voice sounded out of nowhere.

"That's right, this is indeed the Sword Tomb, and it's my final destination."

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

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

With the fall of this sound, all the broken long swords let out a light cry.

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

Along with his every step, all the broken long swords are rhythmically, catering to him, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Jian Wushuang's heart was already hanging high, and he could clearly feel the terrifying figure of this black robe, which was the breath of eternity.

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

It was only a few breaths, and the black robe figure came to Jian Wushuang, and then stretched out his thin palm and pulled down the hood that covered his face.

The hood was pulled down, revealing an old but very determined face, like a sword, captivating.

Jian Wushuang didn't speak. Looking at the old man's face in front of him, he felt a familiar feeling.

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

Therefore, 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 towards you."

"Sword, spirit?"

Jian Wushuang trembled in his heart, and looked at the black-robed old man who claimed to be Sword Spirit in disbelief.

Only when the real sword has a spirit can it lead to a deeper path.

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 Sword Spirit.

What kind of terrifying existence is a Sword Spirit who can grow to such a level?

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

Use the tool to generate the soul, use the soul to transform the spirit, and finally become a sword spirit, and continue to improve to the limit, reaching the peak.

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

At this time, the black-robed old man laughed again, "Forgot to mention, as long as I haven't fallen asleep, I'm already a peak Dayan Immortal."

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Peak Dayan Immortal, above rank nine, is the closest to the emperor's perception, even in that era of ancient times, Peak Dayanxian was extremely rare.

And this black-robed old man is not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Dayan Immortal? !

This has completely exceeded Jian Wushuang's imagination.

A sword spirit has ascended to the position of the peak Dayan Immortal, so what level of existence should its owner be?

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

The realm that he was proud of originally seemed to have been so unworthy of mention...

Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He would never have thought that such a terrifying existence would exist in this three-inch mountain.

And the black-robed old man didn't care about the shock in his eyes at all, and continued, "Little friend, the stars are turning, and the years are changing. I would like to ask, where does this place where I sleep belong?"

Although shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang has experienced countless battles, and he quickly calmed down and said, "I belong to Da Siyu."

"Da Siyu? Very good, very good," the black-robed old man showed a very satisfied look, "Then let me ask again, who is the emperor of this Da Siyu?"

"The emperor in Dasiyu... is Zhenwuyang."

Speaking of this, Jian Wushuang's eyes already understood a bit.