It was night, and Lin Feng, who had rested for a long time, finally moved his position. Taking advantage of the darkness and the separation of many masters, a shadow flashed past the Sword Worship Villa. It appeared and disappeared without attracting the attention of others.
On the corridor, a watchman was patrolling, and Lin Feng's figure flashed past him. Suddenly, Lin Feng braked suddenly and hid in the gap in the rockery.
"Uncle, please spare my life!" The watchman begged for mercy in fear, and when he looked closely, he saw that a sword was already pressed against the watchman's back.
The man in black holding the sword asked in a low voice, "Let me ask you! Where is the sword from the sword sacrifice hidden?"
"Then...that sword is hidden in...the sword pool." The watchman replied tremblingly, fearing that if someone was not a little bit rude, he would offend the other party and lose his life.
"Jianchi? Okay! Take me there quickly!" The man in black hesitated and ordered.
In order to save his life, the watchman had no choice but to hold the long sword behind his back and walk towards the sword pool. Lin Feng knew that something was going on, so he cautiously followed behind the two of them.
"Hehe, it seems they all like to move at night!" Lin Feng laughed inwardly.
After walking for a while, the two came to the mountainside halfway up the Sword Worship Villa, where the Sword Pond is located! This is the place where swords are made, with blazing heat radiating day and night, and the sky above the mountainside is filled with red light.
"The top is the sword pool." The watchman pointed at the mountain halfway up and said.
The man in black did not respond, but knocked the watchman unconscious with the hilt of his sword, and then immediately started to move up the mountain.
Lin Feng did not hesitate and ducked behind the stone monument of Jianchi, but he did not go any further.
On the steps, the man in black walked a few steps and found countless swords that were exactly the same as the imitation sword in the sword trial hall stuck on both sides of the sword pool.
While I was stunned, I suddenly heard a voice that sounded quite peaceful and clear, "Tomorrow is the sword festival. You are so sneaky tonight, and you seem to have ulterior motives."
"This peerless sword, Sword Worship Villa has long declared that the capable person will get it. I will never allow anyone to get it by unethical means!" As he spoke, a sword-wielding man in white clothes appeared and glanced at the stone tablet.
Here, this person is clearly Jian Chen, the successor of the Hero Sword.
Lin Feng felt depressed, "We've been discovered again. Fortunately, Jian Chen hasn't fallen yet. He's upright and won't kill players indiscriminately!"
Although Jian Chen's reputation is not big at the moment, his title as the successor of the Heroic Sword is enough to make people in the world fear him because the Heroic Sword represents a martial arts legend.
"Boy, you are so brazen! How can you stop me?" The man in black obviously didn't know Jian Chen's identity. Of course, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't retreat easily. The wrist holding the sword suddenly flipped, and the sword immediately spun rapidly, stabbing.
After entering the vertical surface of the steps, he immediately stepped on the hilt of the sword with one foot. With the help of the rebound force of the bending of the sword body, with a "whoosh" sound, the figure lightly passed over Jian Chen who was blocking the steps.
"Ah!" The black-clothed man's body skills were extremely high. Jian Chen was stunned and immediately launched his body skills to catch up.
"Swish, swish, swish!!!" Continuous backflips, rabbits rising and cranes falling, the man in black has rushed to the entrance of the sword pool.
"Huh? Strange! The villa has always been heavily guarded... Why is there no one guarding such a heavy place?" The man in black thought in surprise as the figure flew into the entrance of Jianchi, but the figure did not hesitate and drove straight in.
Jian Chen chased him to the entrance, "No entry without permission is allowed!" The eight characters were clearly visible.
"This man has evil intentions, we must not let him go!" Jian Chen thought in his heart, and rushed out. In order to stop the man in black, Jian Chen ignored the notice and quickly chased into the sword pond.
At the stone monument of Jianchi, Lin Feng watched the man in black and Jian Chen enter one after another, hesitating, "I followed the man in black without being noticed, and Jianchen was waiting at Jianchi, so he would naturally be aware of his arrival. If
I’ll follow you in, so there’s nothing to be afraid of from Jian Chen, but if the man in black notices it, I’m afraid it will be a threat!”
From the peerless movement skills displayed by the man in black just now, Lin Feng had already guessed that the man in black must be the swordsman with the highest Qinggong movement skills in the Sword Worship Villa at this time.
"Yeah, you can't catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den. There are risks and rewards!" Time was running out, Lin Feng made up his mind without thinking too much, and followed Jian Chen inside with a quick move.
Waves of exciting smells gushed out from the narrow passage. This was sword energy! Lin Feng followed Jian Chen cautiously and used Bing Xin Jue to restrain his breath. As long as Jian Chen didn't deliberately feel it or look up from behind,
You probably won't find that Lin Feng has followed.
Soon, the scenery suddenly opened up on both sides, and what they saw shocked Jian Chen and Lin Feng.
Jian Chen was shocked to find that the surrounding hills were filled with thousands of black swords, and in the center was a giant black sword, which was exactly the same as that peerless sword. It felt like he was in a hell of swords!
"Which one is the truly peerless sword?" The man in black is a master of swordsmanship and has practiced countless swordsmanship. However, seeing the mountain of swords in front of him, shrouded in smoke and dust, and surging in the wind, he was also horrified!
At this moment, the heavy sound of pulling chains suddenly sounded in the field.
"Since Mr. Jianpo wants to take the sword at night, there are countless swords forged in the sword pool, so feel free to take it!" came a polite voice.
Looking towards the source of the sound, Lin Feng saw an old man with a bald head and a long beard in the distance. If he guessed correctly, this man should be Zhong Mei, the third generation swordsmith of Sword Worship Villa.
"Ah! You have such good eyesight! But you didn't even have to look back, how did you know it was me?" The man in black was startled at first when someone revealed his body skills so easily, and then asked calmly.
"In the world, who can't even wait a night to get the sword? Who else, except Jianpo, would be so greedy?" Zhongmei replied calmly.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that my reputation would spread far and wide. Even a person who doesn't leave home would know about it. What an honor and honor!" Seeing that even a swordsmith on the other side knew about his reputation, Jianpo couldn't help but take off his mask and laughed.
With the Sword of Laughter, Jian Pou walked towards the Sword Pond. Just as he was approaching the Sword Pond, Jian Pou Mu felt a strong pressure coming down from his head, "Whoops!" A giant sword suddenly flew in front of his eyes.
However, Jianpo was calm and indifferent! He opened his mouth and asked a giant man who appeared, "Hey! Why are you blocking my way?"
"I am Wen Nu, one of the Sword Guard Slaves of the Sword Worship Villa. I am responsible for guarding the forged and forged peerless swords. I will never allow idlers to approach! I hope you can take good care of yourself and leave the forbidden area of the Sword Pond as soon as possible!"
"Otherwise, kill without mercy!" After Wen Nu said this, a cold voice suddenly came from behind, and a woman stood behind her with a whirlwind.
The second Sword Guard Slave is Leng Yan.
This peerless sword of the Sword Worship Villa must be forged with hundreds of years of fire. It has experienced three generations of swordsmiths! In addition, in order to prevent harassment and obstruction by outsiders, two sword-guarding slaves have been assigned to guard this sword from generation to generation!
