Lin Qing and the others felt that the disciples of the Sword Sect were still a little weaker than the disciples of the Ten Great Saber Disciples. Once they fought, the Sword Sect would lose face. Lin Qing and the others felt that the disciples of the Sword Sect were still a little weaker than the disciples of the Ten Great Saber Disciples. Once they fought, the Sword Sect would lose face.
After all, the Sword and Saber Conference would definitely attract a lot of attention. If the disciples of the Sword Sect lost too badly, then the Sword Sect would naturally lose face.
But Xiao Chen had a completely different attitude towards this. Afraid of losing? In Xiao Chen's opinion, was there anything in this world that was guaranteed to win?
If one chose to run away just because they were afraid of losing, then what kind of martial arts were they practicing? What kind of sword arts were they practicing?
Xiao Chen's words made Cang Xing's expression change. At the same time, they also understood Xiao Chen's thoughts. In fact, Xiao Chen had already decided in his heart that he would agree to Dao Jue's suggestion to hold another Sword and Saber Conference.
However, even if he had the determination and courage to move forward, in terms of strength … there was still a gap between the disciples of the Sword Sect and the disciples of the Ten Great Saber Disciples.
Moreover, this Sword and Saber Conference was just a battle between the top disciples of both sides. The Sword Sect would definitely send out the disciples of the Ten Great Saber Disciples.
Seeing the worries in everyone's hearts, Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Let's go. Follow me to a place."
Then, without waiting for Cang Xing and the others to reply, Xiao Chen took the lead and flew into the air. Seeing this, although Cang Xing and the others did not know where Xiao Chen was going, after exchanging glances, they still hurriedly chased after him.
Behind the main peak of the Sword Sect, there was a deep valley. This valley was currently extremely desolate. Under normal circumstances, no one would come here.
Seeing Xiao Chen enter the valley, Cang Xing and the others were puzzled. As the Vice Sect Master of the Sword Sect, they naturally knew what kind of place this valley was.
Burial Sword Valley. This was the Sword Sect's Burial Sword Valley. All the swords abandoned by the disciples, deacons, and elders of the Sword Sect were discarded here. Over time, this place became a graveyard for swords.
They didn't know why Xiao Chen had suddenly come to Burial Sword Valley, but since Xiao Chen didn't say anything, Cang Xing and the others naturally didn't dare to ask. They could only follow closely behind Xiao Chen and enter Burial Sword Valley.
As soon as he entered the valley, a wave of sword qi that carried an extremely sorrowful feeling assaulted his face. As far as the eye could see, broken swords could be seen everywhere in the valley. Some were broken, and some were covered by the traitorous disciples.
The sword qi came from these broken swords. They could be said to be abandoned swords that had no use at all.
Feeling the sorrowful sword qi in the valley, Cang Xing and the others' moods seemed to be affected. However, they were all End Realm cultivators after all, and their mental fortitude was extraordinary. They quickly tossed aside these distracting thoughts.
They walked all the way to the depths of Burial Sword Valley. The deeper they went, the thicker the sword qi. Of course, this sword qi didn't affect Xiao Chen and the others at all.
They walked all the way to the depths of Burial Sword Valley. This place wasn't like the outside world where there were countless broken swords. There were only ten swords that were stabbed deeply into the ground.
Looking from afar, although these ten swords were covered by the traitorous disciples and didn't have the sharpness of the past, one could still see that they weren't ordinary.
Cang Xing was the most experienced Vice Sect Master of the Sword Sect. When he saw these ten swords, he was first stunned, then he couldn't help but exclaim in excitement, "This … this is … the ten famous swords."
There were ten great saber disciples in the Saber Sect, and each of the ten great saber disciples had a famous saber. Only the ten great saber disciples could use this famous saber. Once they lost their status as a saber disciple, they would have to return this saber.
Similarly, the Sword Sect also had ten great Sword Maniacs. Just like the Saber Sect's disciples, the ten great Sword Sect's disciples also had famous swords. They were the ten longswords in front of them.
The origins of these ten longswords were something that even Cang Xing didn't know. However, without a doubt, these ten swords, no matter which one it was, were definitely the best of the best. Sword Sovereign Potian had spent a lot of effort and paid a huge price to find them.
In the past, all the disciples of the Sword Sect were proud of these ten swords. These ten swords were one of the symbols of the ten great Sword Sect's disciples.
However, as the Sword Sect's power declined, the ten great Sword Maniacs ceased to exist. These ten swords also disappeared with the ten great Sword Maniacs and were buried deep in the Sword Burial Valley.
It was said that these ten famous swords had given birth to sword spirits. Swords had spirits, so when the last batch of Sword Freak disciples were young, they would choose to sleep in the Sword Burial Valley and hide their sharpness, waiting for a new batch of Sword Freak disciples to appear and regain their recognition.
Many years had passed and these ten swords were buried in the Sword Burial Valley. Even Cang Xing had forgotten about their existence. And now, Xiao Chen led the group to this place. As though they were aware of Xiao Chen's identity, the ten swords trembled subconsciously and let out deep sword hums.
"This …" Upon hearing the sword hums, Cang Xing and the others' expressions changed slightly. It wasn't difficult for them to hear the desolation and despair in the hums.
Back then, the ten great Sword Maniacs of the Sword Sect wielded the ten great swords and were extremely awe-inspiring in this world. But now, these ten great swords could only be buried deep in the Sword Burial Valley and could no longer be controlled by their masters.
Many years had passed and they had been waiting for their masters in the Sword Burial Valley. But year after year, the ten great Sword Maniacs of the Sword Sect still hadn't appeared.
But amidst the desolation and despair, there was an additional sense of anticipation as though the ten great swords knew that it wasn't long before they were reborn.
After being buried for so many years, perhaps they would meet the ten great Sword Maniacs who were strong enough to control them.
"Sword Maniac, Sect Master means …" Cang Xing returned to his senses and guessed Xiao Chen's intentions. He looked at Xiao Chen and asked in agitation.
Facing Cang Xing's question, Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back and gazed at the ten great swords that were humming incessantly.
"That's right. I want to re-select the ten great Sword Maniacs to participate in this Sword Blade Conference and let the ten great swords reappear in this world."
Xiao Chen went up to the ten swords and stroked one of them gently. The razor-sharp blade couldn't hurt Xiao Chen at all. Before Xiao Chen, the ten great swords were as docile and obedient as children. The razor-sharp blade aura instantly turned gentle.
"Famed swords have spirits. How can they be buried deep in this dark Burial Sword Valley? As one of the ten famed swords of Swords Gate, it should be reborn and protect the glory of Swords Gate for eternity." Xiao Chen gently stroked the sword and softly murmured with a faint smile on his face.
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