As a result, Liu Ming found that other than the broken sword mountain in front of him, there was nothing else in the entire space. It was surrounded by a Qi Wall formed by a white light curtain. On the Qi Wall, milky white runes were faintly flashing. Strands of Sword Qi were absorbed into the runes from time to time, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Huh?" Liu Ming's expression suddenly changed. He took a deep breath and mobilized the pure spiritual power in his body. He patted the sword bag lightly and forcefully suppressed the Yuan Ling Flying Sword. Then, he stomped on the ground and soared into the sky.
After a while, he turned into a golden light and came to a platform near the top of the mountain.
The light faded and Liu Ming reappeared on the platform. Not far away, there was a simple stone tablet that looked a little old.
Next to the stone tablet was a golden longsword that was only about a foot long that was stuck in the mountain rock. The body of the sword was golden, and about six or seven inches away from the hilt, there were two thumb-sized openings on the blade, and more than half of the hilt was missing.
But this sword didn't seem too old. The coiling dragon pattern on the hilt was still clearly visible, and it faintly exuded an unyielding sword essence.
Different from the dense distribution of broken swords near the belly of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, there were no other broken swords within a thousand feet of this sword. There were less than a hundred swords on it, and there was almost a sword tablet next to each sword. This naturally meant that each sword here had its own story.
These buried vicissitudes of the past would eventually be forgotten by everyone. In the end, only an ordinary stone tablet and the shimmering broken sword were left.
But these faint flashes condensed into perfect Sword Qi phantoms, still reminding everyone who entered this place that the glory of these broken swords seemed to have happened yesterday.
"Scorching Sun Sword!"
Only then did Liu Ming carefully look at the carved words on the stone tablet in front of him. Suddenly, he was slightly startled and revealed a trace of surprise.
He had noticed from a distance that this golden sword was vaguely familiar. Now when he saw the word "Scorching Sun" again, he suddenly realized that this sword was the golden flying sword that Jin Lieyang's phantom used in the Green Sky Illusory Palace that day.
Liu Ming had fought with Jin Lieyang's phantom many times in the Mysterious Space, which was why he could recognize him at a glance.
At this moment, the small golden sword in front of him seemed to have sensed Liu Ming's presence. A burst of golden light shone brightly as strands of powerful and thick sword qi surged towards him, causing the sword pouch on his waist to loosen on its own, and a streak of golden light shot out as well.
Liu Ming's reaction was extremely fast. He held the Nether Sword in his hand with one hand, and he didn't hesitate to go down the mountain.
When he returned to the foot of the mountain again and set foot on the ground again, the Nether Sword in his hand finally calmed down gradually.
From this, Liu Ming had already roughly felt that although this Broken Sword Mountain was getting more and more sparse from the bottom to the top, the intensity of the sword qi was just the opposite.
Just now, he didn't even use the sword duel pill, but the Scorching Sun Sword was already about to fly out on its own. If it really reached the top of the mountain at the beginning, the danger could be imagined.
Thinking of this, he decided to start from the bottom and fight with ordinary flying swords. It was better to hone slowly. After the flying swords were honed, he would gradually go up to the sword duel.
He calmed his mind for a while, then he calmly took out the flawless sword duel pill wrapped in tri-color flames from the Sumeru Ring.
He raised one hand and threw this sword duel pill into the air. At the same time, he made a sword gesture. The small golden sword trembled in his hand and blasted into the air.
Then he changed the sword gesture. After the faint golden sword qi on the Nether Sword condensed in the air, it also turned into a faint golden light ball and collided with the tri-color flames.
"Peng!" A muffled sound rang out!
The tri-color flames actually burst apart after fusing with the faint golden sword qi, revealing a silver bead that was spinning in the air.
Suddenly, balls of flames of different colors appeared in the void. At the same time, a faint smell of incense spread out.
At the same time, all kinds of flying swords at the bottom of Broken Sword Mountain groaned at the same time. The entire mountain began to tremble slightly.
"Swoosh"!
At the bottom of the mountain, on the mountain wall closest to Liu Ming, a gray broken sword that was about a foot long with a fist-sized gap on the blade suddenly shone in gray light. It turned into a 30 meters long gray light that blasted at the silver bead in the air.
"Go!"
Seeing this, Liu Ming shouted softly and made a sword gesture. After the small golden sword hovered in the air, it disappeared with a blur.
After a flash, a 10 meters long golden light suddenly appeared again, and it directly blasted past the gray light.
"Crack!" The sound of gold tearing and silk tearing could be heard!
A wail suddenly came from the gray light. The faint gray light on the small gray sword dissipated and turned back into a dim broken sword. Then, with a "puchi" sound, it spiraled back to its original position.
On the nearby mountain walls, a faint gray mist appeared and quickly wrapped around the dagger.
"It seems that this Broken Sword Mountain actually has the ability to nourish these broken swords." Seeing this, Liu Ming's eyes flashed with a strange light. He muttered softly.
From the small gray sword blasted out to being inserted back into the sword mountain, it only took a few seconds.
At this moment, a series of "chi chi" sounds could be heard one after another. More broken swords were pulled out from the ground in the mountains, turning into sword rays of different colors. They whistled towards the small golden sword in the air in a dense manner.
"Oh no!"
Liu Ming hurriedly jumped up, grabbed the sword fighting pill in his hand, and kept it into the Void Ring as fast as lightning.
Although he had simulated how to use the sword fighting pill many times in the illusion, he still underestimated the provocation of this pill to these broken swords.
…
At the same time, in a cave house on Tianjian Peak, a young man in a brocade robe with a jade crown on his head was sitting cross-legged, looking at a white light curtain in the air in front of him.
"Ai, this group of old guys is really getting more and more ridiculous! He is just a junior of the Pseudo Pellet State. Although the flying sword has been smelted by Galaxy Sand and is much sharper than ordinary flying swords, it is still a bit too hasty to refine the sword fighting pill at this time. Tsk tsk … They even gave him a graded sword fighting pill. If he can't control it, I'm afraid his life will be in danger. However, this person is not a disciple of my Tianjian Peak, so he can only rely on his own luck. "
After the young man in green robe muttered to himself, he suddenly waved one hand, and a green light shot at the white light curtain.
After a faint ripple appeared on the surface of the light curtain, it turned into specks of white light and dissipated.
…
At this time, Liu Ming, who was in the Broken Sword Mountain's Sword Burial Tomb, was sitting cross-legged. There were beads of sweat on his forehead.
As he continued to make hand seals, a streak of golden light traversed through the encirclement of several tens of streaks of light in an extremely agile manner, and the sounds of swords grinding against each other could be heard from time to time.
Due to the fact that this graded Sword Fighting Pill was too powerful, it had attracted hundreds of flying swords to fly toward him in a short time, fighting with the flying swords in the air.
There were also a few flying swords that fought with each other in the air for some unknown reason, which made Liu Ming secretly relieved.
Although most of these flying swords were the lowest level in the entire mountain and had the weakest sword qi, hundreds of them swarmed together. Even if the Void Sword was extremely sharp, it couldn't resist under such a continuous battle.
At this time, the golden light on the surface of the Void Sword was obviously a bit dimmer than before. Even with the protection of the Galaxy Sand, there were still many small cracks visible to the naked eye on the sword.
Liu Ming's own mental power was also constantly consumed with the flying sword. Even with the help of mind imitation insect, his mental power was far superior to his peers, he still felt overwhelmed now.
Even so, if it were other Sword Cultivator in the early stage of Jin Dan, they would have died long ago.
At the same time, there were still flying swords on the mountain peak. They seemed to be attracted by the sword intent here, and they blasted toward this side in groups of twos and threes.
After Liu Ming sighed slightly helplessly, he waved in the air with one hand. The golden flying sword circled and repelled the two flying swords at lightning speed, then it flew back into the sword bag on his waist with a "swoosh".
Then he stroked the sword bag with one hand to hide it. At the same time, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body and poured it into the Che Huan totem on his shoulder, instantly activating it. After converging his aura, he flashed behind a huge bluestone at the foot of the mountain.
Sure enough, as he expected, the remaining seventy to eighty flying swords in the void began to fight each other after losing their main target.
Not long after, the flying swords finally used up the last of their sword qi and stopped fighting. They flew back into Broken Sword Mountain one by one. A few of the flying swords that had lost their light and had completely lost their spirituality fell to the ground in disorder.
Liu Ming closed his eyes at ease and immersed his Divine Thought into the Void Sword bag on his waist, carefully observing the situation of the Void Sword.
At this time, the situation of the Void Sword was obviously not optimistic. In addition to the small cracks seen before, there were countless crisscrossing scratch marks on the sword body. Although they were not major damages, it would take at least 10 days to half a month to recover.
However, Liu Ming was not in a hurry!
This mistake was caused by the failure to control the use of the sword fighting pill. With such a gap, he could simulate the use of the sword fighting pill in the illusion.
Most of the flying swords at present were low-level flying swords. If he entered the middle and upper levels of the mountain to hone his flying swords, he might really be killed if he did not control the sword fighting pill properly.
After thinking so, he filled some elixirs in the sword bag, then he meditated cross-legged to restore his mental power and spiritual power.
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