What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

As soon as Qi Yanzhi stepped into the sword tomb, an evil aura hit his face.

The sword here has seen human blood.

Qi Yanzhi thought to himself as he turned sideways to avoid the shadow of a sword.

He turned back and looked in that direction, and what he saw was a blood-stained iron sword.

This iron sword is different from swords that are inlaid with various spiritual stones or engraved with various spell runes.

It's just an ordinary iron sword.

There was even a hole in the sword, making the whole sword appear to be in tatters.

Qi Yanzhi doesn't know much about weapons.

But he dared to say that the type of sword in front of him was no different from the sword he was practicing with now.

Even bolder, this sword is not even close.

As if because of being stared at by others for a long time, Tie Jian shook his sword in dissatisfaction and emitted another sword light.

In Qi Yanzhi's eyes, the Sword Tomb, which was deserted and even a little desolate, could be said to be lively on a certain level.

All things are animistic, and the swords that can be put into the sword tomb basically already have spiritual bodies.

Even those swords that Su Mingyu casually threw into the sword tomb slowly developed some wisdom under the nourishment of Gui Yi Zong's abundant spiritual power day after day.

Being carried around by those experienced spirits on a daily basis, it can be regarded as having its own consciousness.

There are mostly human sword tombs here.

The previous owner of the sword here died in that battle.

That war where monsters and demons joined forces to rebel.

Their bodies have all personally drank the blood of monsters and demons.

Finally, he fell into the blood of his master.

With the body of the owner.

Then that person came.

He promised to let their owners die.

"I hope he can be happy in his next life and no longer be burdened by so-called righteousness."

The handsome man with a touch of cinnabar on his brow stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

He can see them.

"It's not for me to decide."

"Not even you?"

The man wearing a moon-white coat didn't care that his clothes would be stained with dust, and reached out to pick up their bodies.

Behind him was a young man who looked dead but was just like a normal person.

"A-Nian, send them away."

The man named "A Nian" stretched out his hand, and a cloud of black energy rose up.

A space door opened, and the other side of the flower and the ghost fire flickered vaguely.

"Will I see him again?"

The man who called himself "Xunyun Immortal Lord" paused after hearing this and raised his eyes to look at the sword spirit full of hope.

"In this vast world, there is a vast sea of ​​people, and no one knows where he will be reincarnated."

The implication is extremely obvious.

No one spoke for a while.

Zhuo Qingci sighed softly and raised his hand to brush off the dust on the sword.

"I will take you back to the Sword Tomb. If they come back, they will come to the Sword Tomb to find you."

This is the best result.

But spring passes and winter comes, summer blooms and autumn blooms. Thousands of years have been wasted, and no one will enter the sword tomb again.

Some sword spirits wait to no avail and cut off their swords, hoping to share life and death with their masters.

As the number of broken swords increased in the Sword Tomb, it became a bit sadder.

Except for the young disciple of Xun Yun Xianzun who throws in some useless magical weapons all day long, and nourishes them with spiritual power to cultivate some ignorant and fun sword spirits.

The moment Qi Yanzhi just stepped in, the entire sword tomb was filled with excitement.

Who is so lucky? Has the owner reincarnated and come back to look for it?

The sword spirits hid behind the sword one by one, peeking out their heads, quietly guessing who it was.

He seems to be a well-endowed child.

Although he has neither heavenly spiritual roots nor natural sword bones, the spiritual power in his body is calculated together with his bone age, which shows that he is very talented.

Sword spirits in different human forms floated in the air, chatting softly, guessing whose master was reincarnated.

It's just that as sword spirits, they can't leave their bodies. No matter how curious they are, they can't leave their place. They can only wait for that person to come in slowly.

hateful! Why did I think that the high position here had a good view? What scenery can they see with just one sword spirit!

They should have asked to be stuck at the door!

Finally, the only new face in a thousand years approached. .

The sword spirits are gearing up and eager to try

Before the sword spirits could take a closer look to see if the visitor's appearance was somewhat similar to that of their master, the Iron Sword, which had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly attacked humans.

All the sword spirits were confused.

The appearance of an old man slowly appeared behind the iron sword that had been silent for thousands of years and was mistaken by other sword spirits as a death sword.

Sword spirits love beauty and often transform into handsome men and beautiful women. Although humans cannot see them, they must be prevented from beings like Xunyun Xianzun from seeing them.

No matter how bad they are, they are just some loli girls, or animals.

It's so hard to transform into another shape. It's so presumptuous to look ugly.

The old sword spirit didn't look at the guys it thought were noisy. He raised his hand and once again formed a sword shadow to attack the human.

"Oh, the demon clan actually dares to come here!"

The other sword spirits also saw clearly the visitor's strange eyes at this time.

The bloodline of the White Tiger.

Qi Yanzhi neatly dodged the sword light emitted by the iron sword. When he was trying to get up, he found that half of the swords in the sword tomb were lit up.

Qi Yanzhi:?

No, what's going on?

The "buzzing" roar of the sword echoed in the sword tomb, one wave after another, hitting Qi Yanzhi's ears.

Immediately afterwards, sword shadows appeared one after another, rushing towards Qi Yanzhi.

Qi Yanzhi stretched out his hand to seal the secret, and at the same time drew out his sword and held it in front of him, preparing to bear it with sword light.

The demon clan came to the Sword Tomb.

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the sword spirits who were either looking forward to it or huddled together to watch the excitement subconsciously emitted sword light.

Monster clan, damn it!

The entire sword tomb boiled under the words of the Iron Sword Spirit.

Thousands of sword lights of different colors blasted towards one point, exploding smoke rising into the sky.

The smoke dissipated, and the figure that was wiped out by the bloodthirsty swords born from the thousands of famous swords was slowly revealed.

Pianfei's pale golden sleeves blocked all attacks.

The man with his eyes closed gradually appeared, protecting the little demon holding a broken sword for defense in his arms.

When the dust cleared, the slightly transparent man opened his eyes.

The moonlight was flowing in the silver eyes, but there was no focus.

As hazy and dreamy as he is.

"Rongyue! Do you really want to protect this bitch?"

The old sword spirit spoke first, his sharp eyes focused on the illusory sword shadow in the middle.

The sword spirit known as Rong Yue looked towards the old man, and remained silent for a while, just looking at it steadily.

Those young sword spirits seemed unable to understand the silent shadows of swords at the scene. They became excited after hearing this. They hid behind the sword spirits they were friends with and carefully poked half of their heads out to look at the figure.

The forger of these new sword spirits is Su Mingyu, and the sword spirit currently facing off against the oldest Grandpa Iron Sword is their eldest brother!

Wow! really beautiful! Even more beautiful than those in the stories about Sword Spirit brothers and sisters!

Rongyue felt a series of stunning gazes, but she had long been accustomed to them.

The indistinguishably beautiful Sword Spirit raised its phantom form and pointed it at the Iron Sword Sword Spirit who still wanted to activate its sword intent.

"Old man, if you can, give your father another one! Let's see if I don't beat you to death!"