"Hey, boy, are you stupid? Why don't you wake me up?"
Wang Xuan was stunned when he said this sentence.
Can you please show some conscience? I just want to see you sleeping soundly and I can't bear to interrupt you.
"Forget it, forget it, you're such an idiot, show me the token."
He handed over the token numbly, but he didn't expect this old man to be so annoying.
"Well, my surname is Wang. You want to enter the Sword Tomb, right? Go in."
He quickly caught the token thrown by the opponent, and the next moment, the old man in purple waved his hand, and a stone door appeared behind the hall and was slowly opening.
"Boy Wang, what are you still doing? Come in."
Just when he was about to go in, he was unexpectedly kicked out by the opponent and flew into the air.
His body flew forward involuntarily and was kicked directly into the stone door.
When Wang Xuan regained consciousness, he found that the surroundings were dark.
There were many crooked crosses on the ground, made of stone and carved with some complicated and difficult-to-understand patterns.
Close your eyes and feel it, and you will find that this is a world of swords.
Countless swords exude a fierce aura, making it difficult for people to move forward and even make them somewhat short of breath.
With every step forward, more and more sword breaths would block him.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xuan stopped moving forward and sat down on the spot.
Since this was the Sword Tomb, he wanted to see what level the iron sword, the only thing his mother left to him, was in, or what kind of reaction it had.
Turning his left hand over, an iron sword appeared in his hand.
In an instant, thousands of swords roared in unison,
The countless crosses were trembling constantly, as if they were about to burst out of the ground.
Suddenly, Wang Xuan's body shook.
Because he actually saw a strange sight in his eyes, that is, countless swords emitted streams of light, converging towards the iron sword in his hand.
A powerful force burst out from the iron sword, breaking away from his control and flying upward.
For a moment, he had the illusion that this sword seemed to be receiving worship from ten thousand swords.
The brilliance flows and appears radiant.
Since he couldn't control anything at this time, he chose to sit quietly.
Gradually, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
So he slowly recalled the time he entered the Blood Sword Sect, and finally, he seemed to remember something.
Boiling blood, yes, it is blood boiling.
At that time, Zhan Yidao said that there would be adventures in operating the blood-boiling technique in the Sword Tomb, so now that he was here and had nothing to do, he could give it a try.
Take a deep breath and use that breath to connect the qi and blood in your body. In an instant, it is like a galloping horse.
Qi and blood were like boiling water, changing rapidly in his body.
Once the blood boiling technique was cast, the iron sword was slightly affected.
The iron sword shook, and in an instant, half of the stream of light came to Wang Xuan.
They kept spinning around Wang Xuan's entire body. After a full ninety-nine and eighty-one turns, they entered from the Baihui Point and penetrated into his body.
Waves of coolness, accompanied by bits of sharpness, rushed through his body as if he were in a deserted place.
"Damn, this is obviously a trap, I'm careless."
Cursing secretly, he finally got the idea.
Compared with the boiling blood in the body, this coolness seems to be a bit neutral.
If this happens, Wang Xuan will suffer.
The body became a battlefield of tug-of-war between the two parties, with beacon fire everywhere, invisible smoke of gunpowder, and intangible killing.
The gratifying thing is that his aura seems to be slowly increasing.
This is a different kind of breath, a breath unique to the sharpness of the sword.
"Here comes the sword!"
I don't know how long it took, but Wang Xuan suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.
The iron sword in the air seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and came straight into his hand.
There is a momentum in my chest that seems to be stagnated in my heart, and I have to express it.
"kill!"
He shouted loudly, held the sword in both hands, and then suddenly struck the ground hard.
A long deep trench suddenly appeared before his eyes, extending straight to an invisible place in the distance.
Looking at the deep ditch that was more than ten feet wide, Wang Xuan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Looking at his hands in disbelief, when did he become so strong?
Take a long breath and feel refreshed.
Without the absorption of the iron sword, many swords buried in the ground seemed to be like scrap metal, as if they had lost most of their essence.
With a "crash" sound, the stones peeled off one after another, and most of the exposed sword body lost its luster.
Just as he was about to walk out of the sword tomb, he seemed to think of something. He flipped his left hand and put the iron sword back into the space ring.
Seeing the hilt of the sword exposed in the distance, he stepped forward and pulled it out with all his strength.
Compared with other swords, this sword is buried deeper and may be less affected.
Sure enough, compared with those exposed, the sword body seems to still have a little luster.
Just as he was holding the sword and observing carefully, the stone door suddenly opened.
"Boy, it's time, you should come out."
Yiyan walked out of the sword tomb and saw the old man in purple again.
"Hey, boy, you are so discerning. What's the use of just using this broken sword? Why don't you choose a new one?"
"Elder, can I go in again?"
For a moment, Wang Xuan just felt that the old guy in front of him looked kind-hearted, and he was so generous that he kicked him before, so he forgave him.
"Of course not, I'm just saying it casually, you don't have to take it seriously."
He rolled his eyes, seemingly speechless at Wang Xuan's innocence.
"Okay, disciple, let's go first. Elder, please help yourself."
"Go ahead, go ahead, you are so boring."
At the entrance of the temple, the disciples guarding had already changed their shifts, and the kind-hearted senior brother was not seen.
Back in the house, Wang Xuangang wanted to take out the iron sword. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and resisted the urge to take out the iron sword.
Holding the sword in his hand, he started practicing sword skills in the room.
Not long after Wang Xuan left, the old man in purple thought more and more something was wrong.
There was something wrong with the sword in Wang Xuan's hand, because in his memory, the sword in the sword tomb, even the worst one, would be much better than that sword.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly opened the sword tomb.
"Ah, who the hell did this? My sword..."
In front of his eyes, most of the swords were broken into pieces, broken inch by inch, like scrap metal.
A cry of sorrow drew the gatekeeper's eyes to the side.
But they didn't say much, and it was best not to ask anything about the elders.
He was so excited just now that he shouted to heaven and earth. Soon, he set his sights on Wang Xuan.
"This guy named Wang is the only one who has gone in during this period. Could it be him? No, it shouldn't be possible. He is not even in the Qi Condensation Realm. How can he have that ability?"
After all, I couldn't hold back the doubts in my heart and drifted down the mountain.
Following the breath, he soon arrived outside the house where Wang Xuan was.