As a result, Liu Ming discovered that, except for the broken Jianshan Mountain in front of him, there was no other thing in the whole space, surrounded by white light and light curtains, and a milky white rune faintly on the air. The flashing of the sword is constantly being absorbed into the runes from time to time, as if the mud cows are quietly into the sea.

"Hey?" Liu Ming suddenly looked a move, took a deep breath, mobilized the pure mana of the body, gently patted the sword sac, forcibly pressed the Yuanling Feijian, and then the legs were fierce. The sky is rising from the sky.

After a while, he turned into a golden light and came to the top of the peak, above a platform.

As soon as the dawn was over, Liu Ming reappeared on the platform. Not far from it, it was a simple stone monument that looked like some years.

Next to the stone tablet is a small inverted sword in the middle of the rock. The golden sword is only one foot long. The blade is golden and light. It is close to the blade of the hilt at the position of about sixty-seven inches. The two incomplete openings, the nibs are missing most of them. ,

But this sword does not seem to be too old, the dragon pattern on the hilt is still clearly visible, and it also vaguely exudes an unyielding sword.

Different from the distribution of dense and dense swords at the foot of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, the sword is within a range of hundreds of feet, but there are no other broken swords. There are less than a hundred swords on it, and each There is almost a sword beside the sword, which naturally shows that every sword here has its own story.

These past vicissitudes of burial will eventually be forgotten by the people, leaving only an ordinary stone tablet and a residual sword still shimmering.

But these faint flashes. Condensed into a sturdy sword and a shadow, it is still reminding everyone who enters here. The glory of these remnants of the sword seems to have happened yesterday.

"Liangyang sword!"

Liu Ming carefully looked at the lettering on the stone monument in front of him. Suddenly a slight glimpse, revealing a hint of surprise.

He had previously noticed that the golden-stained sword was vaguely familiar. Now, when he sees the word "Gengyang", he suddenly wakes up. This sword is actually in the same day in the Palace of Magic, Jin Lieyang The golden flying sword that was urging.

Liu Ming once played against the Jin Lieyang phantom in the mysterious space illusion, which can be recognized at a glance.

At this moment, the golden sword in front of him seemed to sense the location of Liu Ming. A burst of golden light, a strong and thick sword rushed to him. The sword sac that led to his waist turned out to be a self-sufficiency, and it was also a golden light.

Liu Ming reacted very quickly. He held the Void Sword in his hand with one hand and one claw, and did not hesitate to move his body to the bottom of the mountain.

When he returned to the foot of the mountain again and stepped on the earth again, the Nether Sword in his hand finally calmed down.

This time, Liu Ming has already felt roughly, although the Broken Sword Mountain is bottom-up. The remnant sword is getting sparse, but the intensity of the sword is exactly the opposite.

Just in the moment, he did not use Dou Jian Dan, the sword that had been swayed by the sword had to be shot out by himself. It’s really dangerous to think about it at the beginning.

With this in mind, he still decided to go from the bottom. Fighting with ordinary flying swords begins, and slowly tempering is wonderful. After the flying swords have been honed, the swords will be carried out step by step.

He calmed down his mood. I was not flustered and took out the sword that was wrapped in three-color fireworks from the whisky.

With one hand and one lift, the sword is thrown into the air, and at the same time, the sword is condensed in the hand, and the golden sword is stunned in the air after a vibrating in his hand.

Then the sword in his hand changed. After a faint golden sword on the Void Sword, after a condensation in the void, it turned into a light golden light ball, and it hit a three-color flame.

"砰" is a muffled sound!

The tri-color flame bursts open with a blend of pale gold swords, revealing one of the silver-colored beads, which whirls in midair.

Suddenly, a whole group of different colors of flames emerged from the void, and a faint scent of incense spread.

At the same time, all kinds of flying swords at the bottom of the Broken Sword Mountain sang in unison, and the whole mountain began to tremble slightly.

"嗖"!

Under the mountain, on the nearest mountain wall of Liu Ming, a handle is about a long length, and a gray broken sword with a fist-sized gap on the blade is suddenly grayish, and it is turned into a gray of two or three feet. The ball spurt away.

"go with!"

Liu Ming saw this, and the mouth sighed softly, and the hand slammed the sword. After the golden sword was hovering in the void, it suddenly disappeared.

After a flashing, the golden light of a long Zhang suddenly appeared again, and directly rubbed the gray awning.

"This is the sound of a cracked golden crack!"

A whistling sound suddenly appeared in the gray mansions, and the faint gray smudges on the gray swords dissipated, and they re-appared back to a bleak, broken sword, and slammed into the original place.

On the nearby mountain wall, a light gray mist emerged and quickly wrapped the short sword.

"It seems that this broken Jianshan, there is even the ability to warm these residual swords." Liu Ming sees this, the eyes of a different flash, a soft voice sighed.

The spurt from the gray sword, and then re-inserted into the Jianshan, is only two or three breathing things.

At this time, a burst of "嗤嗤" sounds came and went, more broken swords have risen from the mountains, turned into swordsmanship of different colors, densely screaming into the golden sword in the void.

"bad!"

Liu Ming hurriedly jumped and grabbed the sword in his hand, and quickly gained the lightning-like income.

Although he has repeatedly simulated how to use Doosan in the illusion, he still underestimated this Dan's provocation against these remnants.

......

At the same time, Tianjianfeng was in a cave house. A young man wearing a jade crown and a well-dressed Jinpao was sitting cross-legged and looking at a white light curtain in front of the void.

"Hey, this group of old guys, it’s getting more and more messy! It’s just a junior in the realm of fake Dan. Although the flying sword has been smelted through the Star River and is much sharper than the average flying sword, the refining sword is still some. I am in a hurry, hehe... I also give it to the class-level fighting sword. If it is uncontrollable, I am afraid that there will be danger to my life. However, this person is not a disciple of my Tianjianfeng. I can only see his own good creation. It is."

After a few words from the Qingpao youth, a one-handed wave of one-handedly, a blue light shouted at the white light curtain.

After a faint glimpse of the surface of the light curtain, the "bumping" sounded a little white light to dissipate.

......

At this time, Liu Ming, who was in the Jianjian Mountain burial sword, was sitting on his knees, and the sweat on the forehead was falling.

As his hands kept swaying the swords, a golden light in the void in the chasing of dozens of light clouds, the dexterity of the shuttle is uncertain, from time to time the "ping-pong-pong" sword friction.

Because the spirit of the sword at the entry level is too strong, in the short time of the sacrifice, hundreds of flying swords have been attracted to fly on their own side, fighting with the virtual flying sword. A group.

There are still a few flying swords that I do not know and the reason that they are fighting each other in the void, which in turn makes Liu Ming secretly relieved.

Although these flying swords are mostly the lowest in the whole mountain, the weakest swords exist, but hundreds of them are in the air, even though the Nether Sword is extremely sharp, so there is no way to fight under the wheel battle.

At this time, the golden light on the surface of the Void Sword is obviously a bit fainter than before. Even with the protection of the Star River Sand, there are many small cracks visible to the naked eye.

Liu Ming’s own spiritual strength is also consumed by Fei Jian’s constant acceleration. Even if he has the help of worms and his mental strength is far superior to the same level, he is still very unbearable.

This is the case, even if it is the sword repair in the early days of Zhendan, I am afraid that the sword has been destroyed.

At the same time, there are still flying swords on the top of the mountain. It seems to be attracted by the swords of this place.

After Liu Ming’s helpless sigh, one hand was empty, and the golden flying sword was hovering. As soon as lightning, the two flying swords were retreated, and then the “snap” flew back to the waist of the sword. Among them.

Then he gently stroked the sword sac with one hand and concealed it. At the same time, he did not dare to delay the mana in the body, poured into the totem of the car on the shoulder, and immediately excited it. After the air converges, it goes to the foot of the mountain. A giant bluestone trailing away.

Sure enough, as he expected, the remaining seventy or eighty flying swords in the void, after losing the main goal, they fought each other.

After a short time, those flying swords finally consumed the last sword and stopped the battle. The flying of a handle returned to the Broken Sword Mountain. Among them, there were a few flying swords that were completely ruined and completely damaged. Then it fell to the ground.

Liu Ming’s reassuring eyes closed, and he immersed himself in the hollow pocket of the waist, carefully observing the situation of the Nether Sword.

At this time, the situation of the Nether Sword is obviously not very optimistic. In addition to the small cracks previously seen, there are numerous scratch marks on the blade. Although they are not major damages, they must be warmed at least. It takes ten days and a half to recover.

However, Liu Ming is not in a hurry!

The mistakes of this time were caused by the use of Doosan Dan. There is such a gap, which just makes it simulate the use of Doosan in the illusion.

At the moment, most of them are low-level flying swords. After he enters the middle and upper layers of the mountain to temper the flying swords, the swordsman Dan is not properly controlled, and may indeed bring in the disaster of killing.

After thinking about this, he filled in a little elixir in the sword sac and then meditated in the same place, regaining his mental strength and mana. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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