The sword spirits in the sword tomb range from level one to level six.
The burly man who recommended himself just now is already at level 5, but the sword spirits at level 6 have no memory of these sword spirits and only exist in legends.
As they walked, seeing that time was running out, Su Luo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Do we really have to choose one from the next wave of sword spirits?
Although each of these sword spirits is enviable when taken out, Su Luo always feels that... there should be better ones.
As they were walking, Su Luo suddenly saw half of a sword in the corner of her eyes and between her brows.
That sword was very ordinary. The hilt was half rotten, and the exposed half of the sword was rusty. This kind of broken sword should be recycled as rags.
As Su Luo walked, she thought that she did not take this sword seriously.
After walking about three kilometers, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Su Luo's mind, and she froze and stopped suddenly.
Seeing Su Luo stop, the large wave of sword spirits also stopped. They looked at each other and looked at Su Luo in confusion.
Su Luo's footsteps began to retreat, one step after another.
The sword spirits were puzzled, but their instincts were still there, so Su Lao took a step back, and they all took a step back as well.
If an outsider saw this scene, it would be funny, but Su Luo was very serious at this moment, and the sword spirits also looked serious because they were puzzled.
In this way, they retreated step by step, and finally retreated to three kilometers.
Su Luo stopped.
The sword spirits also stopped in their tracks.
Then, they saw Su Luo turn to the right, walk straight to the broken sword, squat down, and look intently at the broken sword that was despised by everyone.
Su Luo looked at the broken sword thoughtfully.
An idea flashed through her mind just now, and she finally realized that this was the Sword Tomb, and the worst one was a first-level sword spirit. How could such junk exist?
Moreover, all swords have sword spirits, but this sword——
Su Luo turned back and looked at the dark sword spirit: "Where is the sword spirit of this sword?"
It was obvious that Su Luo was interested in this sword, but no one claimed such a grand prize because——
"How can this sword have a sword spirit?"
"In all these years, I have never seen a sword spirit come out of this broken sword to play with us."
"Maybe it existed before? But now the sword spirit is definitely dead, and we can't sense its vitality."
"Yes, the sword spirit is dead, human girl, you should choose me!"
"Choose me, choose me!"
"Choose me, choose me, choose me!"
Then, the calm scene started to become noisy again, with a large number of sword spirits quarreling with each other, and these sword spirits were all naive, romantic, true-tempered, and completely ignorant of the world, so the quarrel was just a real quarrel.
Su Luo felt a buzzing noise in her ears, which made the veins on her forehead jump.
Being liked by too many sword spirits is also troublesome.
If Su Luo's thoughts were known to other people who entered Sword Spirit to choose a sword, they would probably beat her to death.
These sword spirits are arrogant and arrogant, and they only treat Su Luo like this. They are very proud of others.
Su Luo took a deep breath: "Quiet!"
Following Su Luo's order, the sword spirits all subconsciously covered their mouths with their hands and looked at Su Luo with clear eyes.
Su Luo rubbed her brows with a headache, and then she concentrated on observing the broken sword.
Su Luo's hand was on the hilt of the sword.
Because of its age, the sword hilt turned into sawdust with a click and scattered on the ground.