Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 172 One Word One Sword

The Twelve Swords Gate was once the most powerful sect in the Kunlun Realm thousands of years ago, and its swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful the sect is, no matter how powerful the practitioner is, it will eventually become the dust of time.

The Twelve Swords Sect has a very profound foundation. There are two strong men in the Taiqing Realm and a dozen strong in the Phaseless Realm. But even so, they have gone through many ups and downs, the most tragic of which were two.

One was the epic battle that destroyed the main altar, and the Twelve Sword Gates were forced to transfer their inheritance.

The other time was the Seven Stars catastrophe thousands of years ago, which completely wiped out this sect.

But time has left traces, and part of the inheritance of the Twelve Sword Gates is still left in the world.

The boy in red looked into the distance, his vision gradually blurred, and he remembered the child he had met many years ago.

After hearing his words, the child worshiped Duantian Pavilion and became the inheritor of that sword art.

He is Tang Ge, and that child is Ji Huan. They met many years ago, but Ji Huan's memory is not so clear.

The man and the girl in the blue shirt are Ji Qingyun and Gu Zhiyue. The three of them arrived late, but nothing major happened in the ancient battlefield ruins.

"I didn't expect this to be the location of the main altar of the Twelve Sword Gates."

Gu Zhiyue murmured in a low voice, and then said after a while: "The Twelve Swords Gate not only has the world-renowned twelve-character sword formula, but also has many famous swords, but those swords can still be preserved after the battle of the world and the catastrophe of the Seven Stars. ?"

Tang Ge thought for a while and said, "Look for it, maybe you can find the lost twelve-character sword formula."

The sword is extremely difficult to find.

The sword formula is even more difficult.

Ji Qingyun, who had been silent all this time, rubbed his chin, and said after a while: "The twelve-character sword formulas are extremely powerful, and they all belong to the small holy arts. For thousands of years, there have been no rumors about these sword formulas in the world."

Gu Zhiyue chuckled lightly.

Tang Ge also shook his head.

Ji Qingyun frowned slightly, and said, "What?"

Gu Zhiyue suppressed her smile and said, "General Ji, you have stayed in Chaotian City for so long, and you really missed a lot of news from the martial arts world."

Ji Qingyun paused, and said, "How do you say it?"

Gu Zhiyue lowered her eyes slightly, and began to talk about the news about the twelve-character sword formula that has been circulated in the Kunlun world in recent years.

The Tic Tac Toe Sword Jue fell into the hands of Ning Zhiqiu by chance and coincidence.

Duantian Pavilion established the school with the word-breaking sword formula, but because no one has been able to break through the mystery for 200 years, no one knows that it is the word-breaking sword formula.

Fortunately, there is Ji Huan under the door.

The Luo Zi Sword Technique is in the Tongtian Tower in Kunlun Mountain. For some reasons, only a few people know about it, and there are only three people who practice this sword technique.

As a result, there are three twelve-character sword formulas left in the world, and each has its own owner.

The shock in Ji Qingyun's eyes lingered for a long time, he took a deep breath, and asked again: "Is there any more?"

Gu Zhiyue shook his head.

Tang Ge was silent for a moment, then said: "Do you know why Luochahai Sword Immortal is named Eleven?"

Gu Zhiyue's expression changed slightly.

Ji Qingyun frowned, and suddenly said in surprise: "Could it be because he also..."

Tang Ge said: "That's right, the sword formulas he practiced are the vertical and horizontal sword formulas among the twelve-character sword formulas. These two sword formulas are ranked tenth and No. 11 respectively."

Ji Qingyun nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Then why isn't he called Ten?"

Tang Ge glanced at him, extremely helpless.

Gu Zhiyue covered her face and smiled.

Ji Qingyun coughed dryly in embarrassment, thinking that the name Ten is indeed not as nice as Eleven.

Five of the twelve-character sword formulas are still handed down in the world, and the rest may have disappeared into the world with the collapse of the sect.

Ji Qingyun suddenly remembered something, looked at Tang Ge and said, "Is the sword you are looking for a magic weapon?"

Tang Ge said: "The twelve-character sword formulas correspond to the twelve swords of the gods. I also know from the records of ancient books that the one left in the ruins of the ancient battlefield can only be taken by chance."

"The twelve swords of the divine soldiers?"

Both Ji Qingyun and Gu Zhiyue were shocked, the former restrained his mind and said, "Are they all famous swords on the list of magic weapons?"

Tang Ge looked at him helplessly and said: "The list of magical weapons was formulated after the disaster of the Seven Stars. At that time, no sword of the Twelve Swords had been found."

The corner of Ji Qingyun's mouth twitched, he forgot about it in a moment of excitement.

"Let's go."

Tang Ge was about to leave as soon as he spoke, when suddenly there was the sound of breaking wind, and a young man in black robe appeared not far away.

The boy's face was sharp and angular, but there was a murderous look between his brows. When he saw Tang Ge and the others, he was a little taken aback.

"You are still alive? I thought you had died in the land of ten thousand mountains." The black-robed boy said.

Gu Zhiyue's pretty face was slightly cold.

Looking at him, Tang Ge suddenly felt that he seemed more...proud than he was a few years ago.

It was only when Tang Ge realized the aura on his body that he had made a breakthrough. No wonder he was so proud.

Ji Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back, calm and natural, not paying attention to him at all.

Tang Ge said calmly: "It seems that the wolf king doesn't know what you did."

He is Li Yan, the little wolf king of the Tanlang Palace. A few years ago, he was imprisoned in the purgatory of Jinggushan by the wolf king because of certain things.

Li Yan's face was slightly cold, and he said, "What are you talking about?"

Tang Ge said: "You know it in your heart."

The evil aura in Li Yan's eyes became even stronger. After a moment, he suddenly smiled coldly and said, "This place is very close to Kunlun Mountain, and it is also very close to Tanlang Palace. Sect Master You has already found the master of the palace. Do you think you can still survive?"

After the cold voice fell, he turned into a black light and swept towards the ruins.

Tang Ge's eyes narrowed, and the black light gradually turned into a black spot in his eyes, and then disappeared.

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Not long after the three of Tang Ge stepped into the ruins of the ancient battlefield, some people began to be seriously injured or even died.

It was not man-made, but the energy factor in the ruins became confused for some reason, and suddenly exploded without many practitioners noticing. The violent energy directly seriously injured them, and even some people who were caught off guard died on the spot.

Fortunately, the cultivation bases of Tang Ge and Gu Zhiyue were no longer comparable, and Ji Qingyun opened the way with Qinglong True Qi, naturally avoiding danger.

Wherever he passed, he could occasionally see corpses lying horizontally and practitioners cross-legged healing.

And as they got deeper and deeper, this kind of situation became more and more frequent, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

Some cultivators were even blown to pieces, causing Gu Zhiyue's stomach to churn.

The people they met went from fewer to more, and then from more to fewer, until at a certain moment, Tang Ge and the three could no longer see any figures, and the world was empty, as if they were the only ones left.

The scene in front of them made all three of them stunned for a moment.

Thousands of feet in radius, it is a continuous, dark swamp shrouded in thick fog. There are countless bluestones protruding from the swamp, which are being corroded very slowly by the dark water in the swamp.

Walking across the bluestone is naturally not dangerous, but the miasma above the swamp is full of poisonous gas.

As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the clouds were dense, as if a huge storm was about to come.

The three of Tang Ge stopped for a long time and gradually calmed down, but they still didn't make any moves.

Not far from the feet, there are aquatic plants fluttering in the swamp, and the gloom permeates it, rising like fog, as if the boundary cannot be seen.

Tang Ge looked at Gu Zhiyue and Ji Qingyun and said, "Let's be careful when we go in."

The sword light lit up, and the figure in red rushed into it first, stepped over the raised bluestones in the swamp, and quickly rushed into the thick miasma.

Gu Zhiyue and Ji Qingyun followed closely behind, and the sound of sword whistling and dragon chant resounded, and was submerged in mist in an instant.

As soon as he entered it, all the light left around disappeared in an instant, leaving only a gray miasma, and he couldn't see half a foot away as far as he could see.

Tang Ge and Gu Zhiyue were wrapped in sword energy, and Ji Qingyun was surrounded by Qinglong Qi. The miasma kept surging, but it could not invade their bodies.

Although there was a fog barrier, their speed was still very fast, but they never saw the end.

Tang Ge's face gradually became serious.

The miasma contained a highly poisonous poison, and as long as ordinary people touched it, the poisonous gas would immediately invade and kill them.

Fortunately, the three of Tang Ge are all practitioners, and they are all in a deep state, but they still dare not take this kind of poison lightly.

Although there is no enemy to chase and kill, but the naturally formed dangerous place hides murderous intentions everywhere, and the danger is unpredictable. You need to be very careful and move forward cautiously.

They moved forward for a long time, but still didn't see any changes. There was only fog in their sight, and it was getting thicker and thicker.

Tang Ge looked thoughtfully, glanced back at the faint sword light and green light, and breathed a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, his heart skipped a beat, his eyes were slightly cold, and in the depths of the miasma in front of him, a bloody light flashed, somewhat similar to the sword light of the Devil Weeping Sword.

At the same time, the surrounding miasma surged up, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like boiling water in a pot, boiling suddenly.

(End of this chapter)