The rising sun is rising, the morning light is shining, a divine peak is towering into the clouds, fairy aura and mist are intertwined with each other, the divine glow is rising, the auspicious light is shining, scattering colorful brilliance.

The fairy mist is hazy, covering the entire mountain peak, and a stone staircase paved with countless bluestones looms in it. Each bluestone weighs a thousand kilograms and is neatly arranged together to form a smooth path to the sky.

I don’t know why the blue boulder was left over from the past. The place where the two stones are connected is full of green growing wild grass and wild flowers. The edges and corners have long been smoothed away by time. Countless pits and pits appear on the hard and flat surface, and traces are intertwined in it. It is messy, as if someone has taken it by hand.

Graffiti pranks in general.

Xing Qianluo paused, bent slightly, stretched out his right hand, and pointed directly at a long and deep crack on the surface of the bluestone.

With a "tick" sound, Xing Qianluo's index finger was easily cut open with a cut that went deep into the bone. If Xing Qianluo hadn't reacted quickly and immediately pulled his hand away from the crack, the entire finger would have been cut off.

"Senior Brother Xing!" Niu Han who was following him shouted, looking in surprise as blood dripped from Xing Qianluo's fingers.

"Sword Intent!" Han Hu and Chen Muguang said almost at the same time. They both opened their eyes wide and stared at the crack that was neither deep nor shallow. The moment Xing Qianluo's finger touched the crack, an extremely small cold light suddenly flashed.

, instantly broke through Xing Qianluo's physical defense, penetrated the space, and flew into the distance.

The two of them were shocked. They didn't know why the ten thousand-step stone staircase was left behind. Xuanjian Sect had traversed the entire sacred peak since its establishment. They always thought that the crooked marks on the surface were the result of rain erosion, but they did not expect that they were actually carved by humans. There was an Immortal Sword.

The meaning is contained in it!

"No wonder there is always an indescribable feeling in the center of my head during the mountain climbing. I thought it was just the vicissitudes of the bluestone, but I didn't expect that there is such a mystery hidden in it!"

Han Hu suddenly said that Xuanjian Sect is spread all over the fairy mountains and holy rivers, and the ground is full of treasures. Even an ancient stone staircase is a chance. If he can gain insights and practice here all the year round, his understanding of swordsmanship will surely reach a new level.

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"The traces on the stone staircase of ten thousand steps alternate with old and new. I am afraid that since the founding of the sect, seniors with high cultivation have left their traces here." Looking at the countless subtle traces on the ground, Chen Muguang sighed.

, Xuanjian Sect has produced countless sword cultivators, and each generation has given birth to strong men who shocked the entire generation.

It can even be said that in the fairy world, in the field of swordsmanship, Xuanjian Sect leads the way, overwhelming the sects in the Holy Land. Even today, in the field of swordsmanship, Xuanjian Sect has unparalleled prestige and reputation.

, even the Wuji Holy Land, which is also famous for its swords, cannot compare.

After being reminded by Han Hu and Chen Muguang, Niu Han also came back to his senses. The three of them all looked at the stone steps with bright eyes. They no longer looked at the stone steps with disgust and disdain, but with excitement and respect, as if there was a peerless power in front of them.

Practice swordsmanship for them.

Xing Qianluo put away his slightly trembling fingers and looked at the crack, which was neither deep nor shallow, with sharp eyes. There was actually a little fear in his pupils.

His body has been baptized by the stars. Even if the body is hard and strong, it can't block the sword energy, but it won't be easily penetrated by it, right? This is just an ancient sword energy that has remained here for countless thousands of years!

What's more, he had just activated the mysterious technique immediately to heal the wound on his finger, but the technique that could heal yesterday's heavy injury could not heal the wound in the first place.

Xing Qianluo was really shocked. The technique passed down by the great master of the upper world was unparalleled in its mystery. It contained the principles of heaven and earth. It was not an exaggeration to call it an immortal technique. But this technique could not even cause a wound caused by a subtle sword intent.

bridge?

"The magic technique that has always been tried and tested has nothing to do with this sword intention? What is the origin of this sword intention!" Looking at the dark and mysterious crack like a black hole, Xing Qianluo was shocked and felt a chill.

Come to mind.

After a while, Xing Qianluo turned his gaze, looked at the hazy stone stairs in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Don't stand there! Let's go! Won't Ling Fan come to Jiange very early? It's time to teach him a lesson while there are few people in the early morning."

"That's right, it's difficult to attack when there are many people!" Niu Han came to his senses and followed with a smile. Han Hu and Chen Muguang frowned slightly, but still looked back reluctantly, and the four of them climbed up together.

At the foot of the mountain, Ling Fan had just arrived. He took a cursory glance at the endless stone stairs that submerged deep into the clouds, and said with emotion: "Ten thousand stone stairs, one sword step at a time, this is how I want to go straight to the origin of the sword!"

Ling Fan walked carefully, trying not to step on the old but still obvious traces of the sharp edge. No one knew who had carved the sword intention that had lasted for thousands of years. Among them,

The sharp edge is still hidden in it and never dissipates.

After climbing for a long time, Ling Fan reached the halfway point of the mountain. He stopped at the place where the four of Xing Qianluo had stopped before, and stopped to watch. A subtle crack that penetrated an unknown amount of time into the boulder emerged with a deep light, which was breathtaking.

"Tsk, tsk, you give me a different feeling every time. Sometimes you are majestic and majestic, sometimes you are biting and cold, sometimes you are shining with black light, sometimes you are quiet and deep, what an amazing method! You are just a little immature." Ling Fan praised it again and again.

It's like looking at an unfinished work of art, being surprised and feeling sorry for it.

However, just such a childish and immature sword mark caused Ling Fan to suffer a big loss a few days ago. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have risked his life here.

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"If you were still alive, I would probably have to look up to you for your achievements in swordsmanship right now!" Ling Fan sighed softly and continued to move forward.

On the top of the divine peak, the fairy energy is falling, the fairy light is flowing, and the colorful mist is lingering. A huge nine-story wooden pavilion stands majestically. The purple-red giant pillars are simple and steady, the red walls and green tiles are exquisite and shining, and a huge plaque hangs "Sword Pavilion"

"The two words, the dazzling golden light was dazzling, and a vast aura hit my face.

The Sword Pavilion is like an ancient temple, majestic and solemn. It sits high on a divine peak and overlooks the world. It contains thousands of techniques and records the secrets of eternity.
Chapter completed!