Under the calm surface of Dushan, there are undercurrents.
After receiving the order, the Jindan sword cultivators began to collect supplies, the most important of which were various elixirs, mainly for mana replenishment; they had not received specific tasks yet, except for a few core characters.
One hundred physical swordsmanship monks, mainly based on grassland sword veins; one hundred traditional swordsmanship cultivators, all of whom are accomplished in practicing sword light and are deeply immersed in the way of sword control.
The preparation work is relatively simple, because sword cultivation does not require much logistical support, and you can carry all your belongings with you and have nothing to worry about.
He longed for what Yue Duo said about the gathering of swords in Xiaoshan. There was no need to say hello in advance. When his senior brother shook his sword in the air, countless sword lights responded and roared back and forth; but that might be the future, and Dushan couldn't do it now.
The spirit of swordsmanship requires a long time, countless times of blood and fire, success, and even more failure.
...Xiaoman finally moved into the Dushan he had dreamed of, in a small igloo downstairs from Tongtianjian. There were many Xiaoxiu who lived with her, and she was the one with the lowest level of strength among them. .
Hai Zhenren once asked her whether she should stay in her sword house or be with those disciples Xiao Xiu. She chose the latter without hesitation; now that she had started, she asked herself that she would not lose to anyone.
She may be bullied, she may be looked down upon because of her low strength, but she can endure these, she is already eighteen years old.
So what? I heard people say that the leader of the eldest brother is in his twenties, that is, he is in this pulsating and Qi-sensing state. How is he doing now?
When she first arrived, she was still a little unfamiliar when facing those companions who were much younger than her, but whose realm was much higher than hers, but she would not be isolated from the group, and if she didn't adapt, she would adapt, just like now, even if everything No, she stood in the open space in front of the ice platoon, watching her friends practicing and swordplaying, and joking. This was the life she longed for.
This is just the first day, the beginning.
Suddenly, a friend pointed to the top of his head and said, "Look, the swords are gathering!"
They live on the edge of the Tongtianjian Tower complex at the foot of the mountain. Even at night, when they look up at the sky, there are no clouds in the sky, and the stars are so clear that they seem to be right in front of them.
Sword cultivators one after another soared into the sky from the Light Shaking Sword Palace in the middle of the mountain. They didn't fly high and gathered on the Sword Palace complex. There was no sound at all, but it was completely dark.
The speed of the sword gathering was very fast, and it took shape in an instant. Then the sword cultivators arranged themselves into two huge wedges with a hundred people each, pressing down on the mountain peak and sweeping down, just passing through the sky above the ice row where they were.
Although he did not deliberately exude momentum, an extremely sharp aura diffused inadvertently, which moved people.
Silent sword cultivators, silent queues, when they passed by the foot of the mountain, the stars seemed to have lost their light.
The flight was really too low, low enough that they could see everyone's face clearly. The person in front was none other than their leader, the legendary swordsman Hou Tzu.
With such an array, combined with the vague news that monsters and beasts from all over the continent were causing trouble, they knew exactly what these seniors were going to do!
The minor cultivators ignored it and started shouting crazily below. Such a scene made people's blood boil. They desperately hoped that they could become one of them, galloping across the continent and traveling across the beautiful scenery.
It doesn't matter, this day will come sooner or later.
Amidst the frizzy and random shouts of the minor cultivators, the sword column passed through the foot of the mountain and disappeared among the snow-capped mountain peaks. The minor cultivators each picked up their swords. If they want to join in the future, they must redouble their efforts now.
...Hou Zi braved the biting cold wind, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.
It took him less than two hundred years from leading Fang Yazi and Wang Mian to charge into the rat's nest in Yin Ling to now having two hundred elite Jindan sword cultivators.
The passion is still there, but the team is getting stronger and stronger. This is already a force that can overthrow any force in the Splendid Continent. Even the Yuanying Master, less than ten people have to retreat under their swords.
He can be sure that such a force can buck the trend even under the tide of beasts. If they don't seek annihilation, no one can stop the traces of their swords.
Most of the sword cultivators here actually don't know where the leader will take them, but it doesn't matter, following the leader will become a part of the legend. This is already the consensus of people in the sword vein.
They did not increase their altitude, but after flying out of the snow-capped mountains, they actually flew at an altitude of more than two thousand feet, like two huge flocks of geese, heading south.
Of course, there are floating rafts in Jianmai, and there are even large floating rafts that can accommodate everyone at once. However, there are many aspects that the monks have to consider during the expedition. There is a big difference between physical flight and riding on floating rafts.
In terms of speed, Mitsurugi flies faster and more flexibly, and can change combat status in an instant. The most important thing is that the rapid skimming of a large floating raft will generate powerful spiritual pressure on the head of the raft, and this spiritual pressure will spread out.
Very far away, it is necessary for Daomen to come to Dushan with power and show their presence, but if they go to fight, their existence will be exposed very far away.
The biggest advantage of a floating raft is that it can provide a place to rest without wasting mana and is very comfortable.
Therefore, swordsmen rarely take rafts when going to the battlefield. They would rather fly with their swords. It seems that they don't have to choose between life and comfort.
At an altitude of two thousand feet, there were few monks coming and going, and there were already signs of the beast tide beginning. The news spread throughout the continent in a short period of time. Every sect was reining in its disciples, and all trips to visit friends were temporarily suspended.
For humans, finding their own place of belonging and forming collective strength is the only way to fight against the onslaught of beasts.
Occasionally, monks bumped into them, but they stayed away. Faced with such a large sword formation, anyone with a clean mind would know how to avoid it. Just like a mortal army marching, those who dare to block the way can only have one result. There is no such thing here.
The truth is easy to explain.
All the way south.
...In Anhe Palace, Master Xiao and his entourage were about to return. Even without drinking tea, Yan Xin caught up behind him. His consciousness swept away, leaving Master Xiao speechless.
"Let's all take a look, the sword pulse has already begun."
An Zhenren was speechless, "So soon? Who are you fighting against? The sea monster has attacked Dushan?"
Several people had seen Yan Xin and couldn't help but be frightened by the audacity of Jianmai. He invaded like fire and moved like wind. Needless to say, it was the dog's idea at that time. Others were not so crazy and couldn't do it in half a day.
Set off from the sea.
Several old masters all looked at Tianfeng Taoist. Although his realm was only Golden elixir, they still admired the strength and knowledge of this descendant of Shangqing. He was indeed well-deserved.
Tianfeng Taoist was not surprised at all, he just snorted lightly, "If it were the Qingkong Xiaoshan Sword Vein, the news would be the moment the sword cultivators set off! They were half a day late, and they were too slow! Fortunately, it was finally
He still has a bit of momentum, but he can barely call his sword veins so-so."
