Liu Qinghuan followed Lu Enming, weaving through the pile of swords, bypassing the mountain, and walking towards the deepest part of the Broken Sword Domain.
The two occasionally talked about their past experiences over the years. Lu Enming, except for being cold and arrogant when holding a sword, was much calmer than before, more calm and mature.
In fact, this is understandable. These friends who have known each other since their youth have basically turned into bones in the earth in terms of mortal age. Therefore, after the frivolous and arrogant past has been smoothed away by time, each person's character has changed due to experience.
There are more or less changes.
Liu Qinghuan took some time to reflect on the new sword skill of life and death that she had just learned, when she heard Lu Enming say: "We're here."
Looking up, he saw a large wilderness.
Unlike other places, there are no piles of swords in this wasteland, only gravel and sand on the ground like Gobi. There are also more broken spirit sword fragments, many of which have been buried by the gravel, and only a section that has been eroded by the wind is exposed.
The whining sound of the wind blew past the sword body like weeping.
"This is the Sword Burial Plain." Lu Enming said, "The one I picked is very appropriate, isn't it?"
He showed a slight smile, but quickly put it away: "The Burial Sword is already in the deepest part of the Broken Sword Territory, and most of the spiritual swords here have been damaged, or will soon be damaged. If all the swords in the Broken Sword Territory were not destroyed on the spot,
Broken and destroyed, they will fly to this plain on their own, spend their last days here, slowly lose their spirituality, and then 'die' here."
"So this is the grave of their own choice?"
"Yes." Lu Enming nodded, walked forward, and said slowly: "However, this may also be a new place. Have you heard of Sword Fetus?"
Liu Qinghuan was following him on his left. Hearing this, he immediately turned around and exclaimed: "What?"
"Sword fetus, a magical innate thing that gives birth to a fairy sword or a divine sword."
Liu Qinghuan's face showed a hint of shock: "You mean?"
"Yes, I think it is very likely that there is a sword embryo hidden in this Sword Burial Plain." Lu Enming's eyes swept across the wasteland in front of him aimlessly: "So I stayed here for a long time, looking for the legendary sword.
Of course, I found nothing in the end, and then I found a...well, a very special sword."
Liu Qinghuan broke away from the thoughts of the sword fetus: "What is it like? Uh... it couldn't be conceived by the sword fetus, right?"
"I don't know. I've only seen it three times by chance. It's a sword that emits a faint blue-purple light. It's very fast, so fast that I didn't see it clearly the first time. There are also many changes in form, at least as far as I know.
The three times I saw it were in three different shapes. If it weren't for the very distinct blue-purple light, I would have almost thought it was a different sword. The first time it was slender and elegant, the second time it was short and flexible like a dagger, and the third time it was as short and flexible as a dagger.
The next time it was as steady and heavy as a heavy sword."
Liu Qinghuan listened carefully and thought: "Such a sword... I may not be able to get its approval."
Lu Enming stopped and said calmly: "Just give it a try, there's nothing to lose if you don't get it. It once 'looked' at me from a distance for a while, but unfortunately it disappeared quickly when I wanted to get closer."
There was a hint of regret in his tone. As a sword cultivator, he was not recognized by a spiritual sword, which undoubtedly made Lu Enming a little depressed. Since he had his own Soul Sword for a long time, he still didn't have one until now.
He chooses one sword in the Broken Sword Realm, but if there is a powerful sword that recognizes him, he doesn't mind having one more, right?
Finally, he said: "You can go and try, maybe the sword will come to you."
Lu Enming returned to the foot of Jian Mountain to continue practicing, leaving Liu Qinghuan alone.
Liu Qinghuan scanned the plain in front of him, wondering which direction to look for.
In fact, it's the same in every direction. It's the sword that chooses the person, not the sword. He doesn't think about it too much. Why not also try to find the sword?
He really couldn't see that there would be a sword fetus in this wasteland. The moment that innate thing was born, it would shock the entire interface, and few people had seen it.
He thought of another thing: sword embryo.
A very powerful weapon-refining master can refine a sword embryo. The sword embryo is then put into the Dantian to be warmed and polished. It will take several years to get a sword. Each of these swords is a top-quality spiritual sword.
The sword embryo is artificially refined, while the sword fetus is congenitally conceived. I just don’t know how big the difference is between the two.
He walked forward casually, not knowing the direction, just walking around randomly.
Most of the spirit sword fragments here have lost their spirituality and have little value. Apart from that, there is nothing else, and it is really desolate and dead.
Liu Qinghuan wandered around for several days and still didn't see the sword. He couldn't help but start to think about whether to give up and go somewhere else.
However, that sword did suit his wishes, and he was a little unwilling to give up like this. He wanted to at least meet once and know that the other party looked down on him before giving up.
After calming down in this way, he felt calm in his heart.
On this day, he squatted on the ground and pulled out a broken sword from the sand. The sword was completely crystal clear, but for some reason it broke into two halves. It was really a pity for a good sword.
He picked up the broken piece, held it up in front of his eyes and inspected it carefully. He expressed regret a few times in his heart, and then found a trace of blue-purple light in the translucent sword body.
"Um?"
Just when he was a little confused, a sudden sense of danger made his scalp numb instantly. He put his hand on the ground and flew out of the air without thinking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blue-purple light coming from where he was originally squatting.
The place flew by quickly!
Cold sweat soaked his back in the blink of an eye, but Liu Qinghuan was not angry but happy. The sword finally appeared and attacked him!
In most cases, the swords in the Broken Sword Realm will not take the initiative to attack others. The four swords that "brained" and robbed him before were very accidental. Therefore, taking the initiative to attack means that the sword has initially recognized it. As long as it is defeated
It can have it!
How could this not surprise him!
He followed the momentum of flying and floated some distance away. When he turned around, he saw a sword that was more slender than ordinary spiritual swords circling in the air. A faint blue-purple light pulled out a beautiful stream of light. In the blink of an eye,
It shot towards him again.
Fast, too fast!
And the attack was extremely fierce, as if he was about to be killed by the sword at the next moment!
Liu Qinghuan sighed in his heart, using the Pingxu Wind Control Technique to the extreme, his whole body teleported to the other side, and his backhand was directed by Qiankun.
A sweet sword cry was heard, and the two figures chased each other in the air. Their speed was so fast that only dazzling light and shadow were left, and the radiating fingers of heaven and earth left deep black holes in the Gobi.
It must have been that Liu Qinghuan was unable to be struck, when the long sword let out a sharp cry and flew high into the sky, with a sudden burst of blue-purple light!