Thousands of dense flying swords gathered into a lonely mountain peak.

When the mountain wind blows through these flying swords, it makes a whimpering sound, and some flying swords hit each other, making a crisp sound of gold and iron fighting each other.

The huge valley was invisible at first sight, and the entire valley was empty and seemed extremely empty.

"You three, let's have the opportunity to go in and choose a sword body."

Hearing the old man say this, Luo Bei, Cai Shu, and Lin Hang all calmed down and nodded.

Luo Bei saw that there were already some figures on the hundred-foot-sized peak. It was obvious that Caishu and Lin Hang had been waiting for him for a while, and some of the disciples who had entered before were already starting to select the flying sword.

"What's going on? Is there a magic circle?"

Caishu took a step into the valley, and felt that his eyes changed. The valley and the lone peaks of hundreds of feet had not changed, but there were no Luo Bei and Lin Hang around him.

At the same time, a powerful aura also hit her.

"This is sword energy!"

Then the sharp and cold aura in the momentum made her react suddenly.

The thousands of flying swords gathered into the peaks actually condensed into a substantial aura just from the sword energy revealed on the sword!

This kind of momentum makes every step forward take a lot of effort!

"Luobei was so seriously injured, how could he hold on!"

Looking at the lone mountain peak that was hundreds of feet away from her, this thought immediately appeared in Caishu's mind, making her hands and feet feel a little cold.

Everyone has the opportunity to protect you!

Caishu suddenly understood the meaning of the old man's words. When he arrived at the sword tower, he had actually experienced the last test of the invasion of the momentum condensed by the sword energy!

"This is to separate us and let us not see each other's magic circle along the way!"

At the same time, Luobei, who stepped into the valley in one step, also felt the powerful aura condensed by the sword energy.

These are just sword fetuses that have not had their master, and some sword energy that has been exposed condensed.

If there is a flying sword that can be driven, there is no need to be afraid of the single Taoist Dharma that Zeng Yicheng can do.

And if there were tens of millions of people who used these flying swords to fight the enemy together, what aura and power would it be?

For a moment, such a thought flashed through Luo Bei's mind.

Walking forward, the greater the invisible pressure. After walking dozens of steps towards the sword tower, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and a wound behind him broke open!

With a "hiss", Luo Bei pulled one from his already torn clothes and pricked the wound.

He originally didn't want to bandage, but he immediately discovered that when his true essence of the Heavenly Eternal Sutra had been exhausted, his repair ability was already very slow, and the cracked wound would not heal quickly.

Now that he has more blood, his strength is to lose one point.

But after walking dozens of steps forward, another wound broke open on his chest.

At the entrance of the valley, the old man in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Luobei, Caishu and Lin Hang, who were only a few feet apart but could not see each other.

At this time, Luo Bei had become a bloody man.

But he saw that the young man was standing there, although there was pain on his face, he did not retreat at all and still walked forward step by step.

Everyone has the opportunity to protect...

There are thousands of flying swords and various kinds of flying swords inserted above the lone mountain peak.

Not only are there different colors, but even the styles are all kinds of strange. Some flying swords are more than one person tall, wide and heavy, but some flying swords are only one finger wide and only two feet long. Some flying swords are flying fish, fish bones, curved and snake-like clothes, while some flying swords even have holes and slits at the front. Some flying swords are like ice crystals, transparent and crystal clear, while some flying swords are shining with cold light, which looks extremely sharp. Some flying swords are not only on the hilt of the sword, but also on the swords are inlaid with various gems, which look extremely luxurious, while some flying swords look extremely simple without any decoration.

Some flying swords are shining brightly, just like they were just put in yesterday, while some flying swords are dim and mottled, as if they have experienced vicissitudes of life.

No one knows which flying sword is powerful and is a peerless magic weapon, and which flying sword is ordinary in texture and not very powerful.

Which one do you choose is your flying sword.

"Is it picking beans?"

When Caishu appeared under the peak where the flying swords gathered, Zong Zhen was climbing at a height of sixty or seventy feet.

When a superior flying sword and an ordinary flying sword are used, the power can be said to be very different.

Zong Zhen was so shocked from standing under the peak where flying swords gathered at the beginning, and now he has been climbing on this peak for three or four incense sticks.

During the three or four incense sticks, Zong Zhen had not yet made up his mind which flying sword to bring back.

There are too many flying swords. It is estimated that it will be difficult for any new disciple to make a decision quickly when he arrives at this mountain. What Zong Zhen is thinking in his heart is that for thousands of years, disciples have come to the sword tower to choose flying swords. Among these disciples, there may be those with good vision. The more they are, the more powerful flying swords there are, the easier it is to discover and take them away.

In this case, the higher the quality of finding a good flying sword.

"Well? This guy Lin Hang actually came in too?"

When Caishu's figure appeared in his sight, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang appear in his sight again. At the same time, he suddenly felt an extremely cold aura.

Looking along the breath, Zong Zhen found that just over one meter above his head, a black black iron-like flying sword and a silver flying sword with vine-like patterns were azure blue and ice-like flying sword. The entire flying sword was constantly rippling with the cold air. "Is it the Qianming Han Condensing Sword?"

Zong Zhen suddenly thought of the legendary Shushan senior Leng Zhenren's flying sword, Qianming Han Ning!

"Even if this is not Qianming Han Ning, it is not an ordinary flying sword!"

Because the sword could not be changed as soon as it was pulled out, Zong Zhen was a little hesitant, but in the end he was attracted by the unique aura on the sword. He finally climbed up and pulled out the blue flying sword. As soon as he grasped the hilt of the flying sword, Zong Zhen could no longer help but be ecstatic.

Because when he held the flying sword, Zong Zhen felt like he couldn't control it. It seemed that the sword was about to turn into an ice dragon and rushed straight into the sky.

The sword has spirituality and the sword energy blew the sky, which is one of the characteristics of the best flying sword!

"They may not be able to find a better sword than me, right?"

Zong Zhen couldn't help but look down with some pride.

"Luo Bei! Can he come in?"

At this moment, Luo Bei's figure appeared in his sight again. Without witnessing the battle between Luo Bei and Zeng Yicheng, he didn't know that Luo Bei's true strength suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

"Luobei!"

Caishu and Lin Hang, who had just arrived at the sword tower, couldn't help but exclaim.

"Finally arrived!"

At this time, all the wounds on Luo Bei's body had already oozed out of blood.

Luo Bei actually walked under the sword tower when his strength was approaching his limit.

Before he finally arrived at this sword tower, he could pick his own flying sword.

But all his strength was exhausted. Seeing Caishu and Lin Hang, he felt relieved. When he squeezed out a smile, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell on the moist mud several feet in front of the sword tower!

"The genius of the past can't even touch the edge of the sword tower?"

Seeing Luo Bei fall into the mud in front of the sword tower, thinking about the loss he suffered in Caishu and his hands that day, holding the flying sword, feeling Zong Zhen, who was the power of the flying sword in his hand, was filled with joy and sneered.

"What did you say!" It would be nothing if he laughed at Luo Bei in normal times, but at this moment, when he heard Zong Zhen's ridicule, Caishu turned around and a fierce murderous aura suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"I said he couldn't even touch the edge of the sword tower. Is this wrong?" Zong Zhen, who was extremely jealous of the enemy, did not avoid it at all and sneered: "Why, this sword tower is forbidden, can you still want to fight me? Even if you want to fight, you have to pick a flying sword first before talking?"

Caishu's clothes were all over his body without wind, and a blue light appeared all over his body.

If someone laughs at her, it won't be fine.

But at this moment she did not allow anyone to laugh at Luo Bei!

Even if this is a forbidden area, you will be severely punished if you take action, and you will be willing to do so!

For a moment, Caishu's body was filled with a strong aura that even a man might not have.

With a "clang", at this moment, a flying sword flashing with sharp silver light automatically popped out from the sword tower and fell into Caishu's hand.

The flying sword automatically recognizes its master?!

Zong Zhen and Caishu were stunned. Before they could react, Zong Zhen saw Lin Hang bounce and pulled out a fiery red sword from the sword tower and pointed at him from a distance.

For a moment, Lin Hang's face, who seemed to have been humble, was actually filled with an inviolable look and a fierce murderous aura!

And at this moment, Zong Zhen also saw Luo Bei, who was falling in the mud, struggled to stand up.

Finally arrived in front of the sword tower, but there was no more strength to climb the sword tower.

Even the sword tower cannot reach it!

Luo Bei's strength was completely exhausted at this time, and he only supported him here with a will.

But when he forced himself to stand up, he found that he seemed to be unable to take another step forward.

No! I'm not willing to give up!

For a moment, Luo Bei's body was filled with a strong and unyielding aura!

I want to control my own destiny!

Such thoughts appeared clearly in Luo Bei's mind. Then, he took a heavy step forward, a step beyond his limit!

With one step forward, Luo Bei's entire man rushed forward and fell forward. This step has allowed Luo Bei's hand to touch the flying sword at the bottom of the sword tower.

Drops of blood slid down Luobei's hands.
Chapter completed!