Chapter 849 Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Tomb, ingenious insight!
Li Xiao traveled through the heavens.
I have practiced swordsmanship with Wu Ming, Jiu Jianxian and Yan Chixia respectively.
Learn from everyone's strengths.
Invisibly, Li Xiao's swordsmanship also has their shadow.
So much so that it is difficult to break through the shackles of a sword realm.
Therefore, Li Xiao now urgently needs to break through this bottleneck, otherwise his swordsmanship will stop.
The journey of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Now, Duan Lei has an idea.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother."
Li Xiao's eyes fell directly on Duan Lei, with a hint of expectation.
You know, although Zhenren Baimei is the founder and leader of the Emei Sect.
But because he himself is busy with cultivation, he usually teaches some basic magic tricks to his disciples and then lets them understand them on their own, almost like a hands-off master.
However, as a rising star in the Emei sect, the second of the seven Yunzhong disciples was second to his senior brother Dan Chenzi.
Due to his strong martial arts skills, Duan Lei was able to teach other disciples how to practice martial arts. His Taiyi splitting light sword, which can kill demons and slay demons, made him a master of martial arts. He even surpassed the level of swordsmanship.
It's just that this guy is lazy by nature and only cares about teaching other juniors and juniors, while his own cultivation has stagnated.
However, this does not prevent him from having profound experience and insights in teaching Taoism and solving doubts.
Therefore, after hearing what Duan Lei said, Li Xiao was inevitably a little excited.
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At this moment, Duan Lei said mysteriously: "Junior brother, do you know how many monks there are on Mount Emei?"
Li Xiao thought for a moment and then said: "There are masters on Mount Emei, the Twin Swords of Heavenly Thunder, the Seven Sons in the Cloud, 300 Qingcheng disciples, and more than a dozen elders, plus some handyman disciples who have not officially entered the school, so the total number is full."
There are more than four hundred people."
"That's right."
Duan Lei nodded, tapped his fingers on the table and continued to talk: "But Emei has been established for thousands of years. With the passage of time, all the disciples combined should be tens of thousands.
Alright.
Each of these tens of thousands of people carries a sword as a weapon. Do you know where these tens of thousands of swords are going?"
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and Li Xiao seemed to have some realization: "Could it be said that there is something similar to the Sword Tomb on Mount Emei?"
Life and death are a cycle of reincarnation. Life comes from the womb, and after death, it is also important to rest in the soil.
Therefore, after death, the body will be buried in the tomb.
In the view of some kendo masters, every sword is unique and has life from the place where it is forged.
The sword shines brightly.
The sword must be sealed even if it dies.
Therefore, after the sword is destroyed or the sword spirit is worn away, the owner will build a sword tomb for it. This is the sword tomb!
"In Emei, this is called the Immortal Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!"
"This Immortal Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is the place where ten thousand swords gather. The sword energy is majestic and sharp, and there are countless swords that are entrenched. If I go to the Immortal Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, I may have some insights."
Duan Lei said in a deep voice.
When the other party's words fell on Li Xiao's ears, he couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Not to mention whether it can really help him break through the sword realm.
Let’s just say that the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords was extremely rare, which immediately aroused Li Xiao’s interest.
"Senior Brother, please lead the way."
"It's easy to talk about."
As the words fell, the sword light in the cave crinkled, carrying two figures, turning into two stunning sword shadows, and quickly swept towards the southwest corner of the suspended Emei Mountains.
The sword energy swept across, causing the flowing springs and waterfalls to splash with sparkling water.
Birds and fairies flap their wings and disperse in panic.
After about a stick of incense, Li Xiao and Duan Lei landed on a cliff.
This cliff looks a bit vast and desolate.
Pile of rocks and debris.
The flowers and grass have all withered, and the trees are no longer green. There are only a few scattered yellow leaves hanging on the branches two or three meters above the ground, which will sway down at any time.
The traces of spiritual energy between the grass and trees converged into wisps of blue natural spiritual energy, converging towards the hinterland of the cliff.
When seeing this scene, Li Xiao also smacked his tongue slightly.
These natural auras seemed to be drawn by something, swimming away in that direction.
With curiosity in their hearts, Li Xiao and Duan Lei stepped forward along the direction of the spiritual energy. After crossing some boulders exposed on the barren land, they came to a deep and open valley.
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Li Xiao looked intently and couldn't help but raise his brows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
I saw countless sword blades buried in this desolate and vast valley.
Some are heavy broad-edged giant swords, some are light and elegant soft swords, and there are also spirit snake swords with curved blades that look like spirit snakes. The sword shapes are different and the sword power is also different.
Some are plunged straight into the ground, some are slanted among the rocks, and some are lying quietly under the sand.
Some of these sword blades are already stained with rust, while others are still shining with silver, with a metallic texture and sharpness, and an extraordinary clang. The sharp edges are slowly flowing on the surface of the sword body. That is exactly what this
The natural aura contained in the mountain cliffs.
The spiritual energy permeates the sword body, nourishing the sword spirit and preventing it from being destroyed.
"This is the Immortal Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords."
Looking around the immortal tomb where thousands of swords were buried, Li Xiao murmured.
With a slight sway, Li Xiao's body fell into the Sword Tomb Canyon, and he walked slowly among the intertwined sword blades.
Although most of these swords have been cut into the ground, the sword spirits in them still seem to exist. They are connected with each other, trembling gently from time to time, making bursts of clanging and sonorous sword sounds, just like thousands of swords.
There is a resonance in the sword.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.
Each sword has a life and its own destiny.
They may have been born in an unknown blacksmith shop.
Some experienced brutal fighting.
And some have never been stained with any blood.
Or maybe it was buried in the ruins of a certain treasure house, and after being unearthed and exposed, it was now sealed in this sword tomb.
They are so vivid and vivid in people's eyes.
Each sword seems to contain its own story and past.
Some of them are buried here forever, while others still have their sword spirit intact and are waiting for the arrival of the sword master.
As his thoughts surged, Li Xiao suddenly felt in a trance.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Thunder Flame Sword among the two swords of Heaven and Thunder.
In the original work, Changkong Wuji and Li Yingqi died on the spot because Changkong Wuji was distracted on a business trip when they were practicing the Heavenly Thunder Double Sword.
Afterwards, Master Baimei used the soul of Changkong Wuji to reshape a new life, that is, Lian Xing.
Although Lian Xing's nerves have been washed and his memory is gone, Lei Yanjian still recognizes him as the sword master. It was in this sword tomb that Lian Xing found his own Lei Yanjian!
It can be seen from this that every sword is alive and has its own unique sword posture, and each sword posture also has its own unique sword technique and sword style.
A spiritual light suddenly appeared in his consciousness. Li Xiao seemed to have something when he visualized these sword movements.
He was immersed in his thoughts and sat cross-legged on a boulder.
He closed his eyes slightly, visualized the power of the sword, and felt the sharp and majestic sword energy all around him. The whole person seemed to have entered some kind of wonderful state.
Duan Lei didn't dare to disturb him when he saw this situation. After watching for a while, he quietly stepped aside to protect Li Xiao.