Just as Tang Yao was in a stalemate with the black air, Li Sanjian suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching from the depths of the black swamp.
His face changed and he shouted in shock: "Curse, these black air are all curses!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black gas began to emerge from the black swamp, slowly devouring the monks present.
Immediately afterwards, countless huge black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the swamp, swaying in the sky, and then grabbed the tiger king.
"Moon Claw."
The tiger king reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side while grabbing the tentacles with his claws.
The claws kept flashing with sharpness, and a series of phantom moons slowly appeared, grabbing towards the black tentacles.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
The tiger claws, wielded with the help of the moonlight, were quite powerful, but unfortunately, they didn't cause much damage.
This tentacle was as hard as steel, and the tiger claw only left a shallow mark on it.
At the same time, more tentacles emerged from the swamp and swept towards everyone.
Ximen Chuxue's body was as fast as lightning, shuttling through the tentacles, waving the sword in his hand constantly, cutting off the tentacles one by one.
However, these tentacles seemed endless and increasing in number.
"Oh my god, I shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess."
Seeing the situation was critical, Tang Yao gritted his teeth and threw all the special poison bottles in his hand at the tentacles.
The poison came into contact with the tentacles, making a sizzling sound and part of the tentacles were corroded.
But soon, the corroded areas grew back again.
Everyone was caught in a bitter battle, not knowing how many terrible things were hidden in this black swamp.
And can they really get the magic sword where the bones are buried in Cambridge?
Gu Chuan, who had been watching the battle secretly, had a solemn look on his face after seeing what Ximen Chuixue and the others had gone through. He said to himself, "Curse, another curse this time?!"
"Could it be that the curse of Luoshen and this Lu Shanjun have the same origin, or is this just a coincidence?"
Having said that, he himself couldn't believe that this was a coincidence.
Both cursed places are where the gods return, and the curses are all black tentacles. The two sides are definitely closely related.
The Mirror Heart Demon tilted his head slightly and said in agreement, "My Lord, what you said is absolutely right. These two curses may really have the same origin."
Dugu Qiubai and Yan Guiren looked at each other, as if they had foreseen that an invisible hand was manipulating everything.
While Ximen Chuxue was fighting with the black tentacles, he felt something was wrong. One third of his spiritual power had been consumed, but the black tentacles were getting stronger and stronger.
"No, something's wrong."
"Why should I fight these black tentacles? It just affected my mind?"
Ximen Chuxue was horrified and his swordsmanship was activated instantly, breaking the black air that was lingering around him.
After devouring many monks, not only did each of these black tentacles' attacks become stronger, they also began to affect the minds of the monks present.
If this continues, we will all perish here.
Li Sanjian, Tiger King and a few other high-level sword cultivators also realized this step and hurriedly ran forward.
Buried Cambridge, as the name suggests, is a Cambridge built up of countless corpses and swords.
If you want to pass safely, the method is very simple. Use your sword-fighting understanding to suppress every sword under your feet, and keep moving forward by stepping on their bodies.
"Step on the sword to move forward? What a wonderful rule!"
An old swordsman showed interest and walked into Cambridge without hesitation.
"thump."
Just three seconds had passed, and he had just stepped onto Cambridge, and before he could even step firmly on the first sword, his body fell down.
There is a black swamp below, and the consequences of falling in can be imagined...
The fate of this person who stood out made everyone lose the courage to move forward.
"Heh...you are so cowardly in the face of difficulties. Do you think you are worthy of calling yourself a sword cultivator?"
Ximen Chuxue held the sword, smiled coldly, and then walked towards Cambridge without looking back.
Seeing this, Li Sanjian sighed and shook his head, showing disappointment in these sword practitioners, and strolled towards Cambridge.
"Humph, a bunch of trash."
The tiger king roared and strode forward.
………
In Cambridge, three figures walked side by side, and there were only three figures left.
The rest of the sword cultivators either fell into the black swamp halfway through their journey or did not have the courage to face their fear.
"The pressure in kendo is getting stronger and stronger. Is this a sharpening or increasing difficulty?"
The tiger king's veins popped out, his face turned red, and blood began to appear on his body, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Compared to him, Ximen Chuxue and Li Sanjian seemed much more relaxed, but their faces were a little pale, and there were no other injuries.
Just like that, two quarters of an hour passed...
The three finally arrived at the other side of Cambridge, but what greeted them after the darkness was not light, but another darkness.
This is an extremely dark sword tomb, with thousands of swords of various types inserted in all directions, lying motionless.
The figure of the charmer appeared again. She looked around and then fixed her eyes on the three people in front of her. A trace of surprise flashed across her face and she said:
"It's not bad to have three geniuses who can see through the illusions of the mind."
"You are much stronger than the monks of more than a hundred years ago!"
She only commented once before she began to introduce: "This is the Sword Burial Mound, where countless powerful sword cultivators are buried."
"The swords left here are all the swords of my master Lu Shanjun who were defeated. After their defeat, all their swords were put into this space, and over time, a sword tomb was formed."
She is the guardian of the sword tomb, so Li Sanjian and others naturally believe what she says.
But what the three of them didn't understand was why, in the sword tomb that contained countless precious swords, the energy perception of kendo and various sword intents were so weak.
"Charm Demon Guardian, according to what you said, this sword tomb has been built for at least a thousand or even tens of thousands of years."
"But why can't I sense even a hint of the sword's aura?"
The Tiger King looked around, looking at the countless swords in front of him, with a look of deep confusion on his face, and said sadly:
Ximen Chuxue and Li Sanjian also hurried forward, curious about the answer.
The demon turned her head and glanced at him calmly, a trace of reminiscence flashing in her eyes, and said:
"Although the sword tomb was built a long time ago, it will appear every few hundred years. Although it consumes a lot of energy, it is completely sufficient for the understanding of swordsmanship."
"Just five hundred years ago, a peerless evildoer appeared on this continent. He alone sucked away a large portion of the sword tomb's insights, leaving only some energy to supply the opening."
"If I remember correctly, his name is Long Hao, and he seems to be from a force called the Palace of the Sun God."
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