They reached the top of the mountain.
The moment they came up, the golden light became stronger, then dimmed and its own appearance came into view.
A two-foot-long sword was suspended in the air, and the scabbard was covered with golden five-pointed stars. Even though the world has changed a lot, it is still as bright and glorious as it was at the beginning.
Although it looks gorgeous, it is filled with a strong murderous aura, as if you will be affected as long as you get close to it.
The other three stopped and asked politely, "Who's going first?"
"I'll go first." said the cultivator from Xuanjian Sect, walking forward.
Lin Wannian looked at them, then glanced at the sword, and had already made up his mind.
It seems that this sword is the most powerful sword in this sword tomb.
Thinking of this, he walked to the side. There were many broken swords on the ground around him, and he stepped on them without hesitation.
At this moment, a voice came: "Sword Master, you stepped on me."
?
When Lin Wannian heard the voice, he was confused. He looked down at his feet and the voice came from the ground.
He bent down, picked up the broken hilt of the sword, and pulled away the ground he had just stepped on.
When Lin was digging the soil, the cultivator from Xuanjian Sect stepped forward, but before he could touch the sword, he was bounced back by the light around the sword. He took a few steps back, then stood firm, looking at the sword hanging in the air, with a look of determination in his eyes.
He must get the Nine Star Sword!
Thinking of this, he continued to move forward, and despite the strong opposition of the hot sword, he reached out to grasp the hilt.
Bang!
Just when he was about to grasp it, the sword resisted strongly and he was knocked away by the sword energy.
After landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"It's my turn." Seeing that the cultivator from Xuanjian Sect was not capable, the cultivator from Zixiao Sect stepped forward.
At this time, Lin Wannian had already dug up some soil and poked a sword hilt, and at the same time a sound came to his ears.
"Sword Master, please pick me up." The voice of this sword spirit was different from other passionate sword spirits. It was very calm and it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.
Lin liked this kind of contrast in his later years. He didn’t like the enthusiastic type, but he liked the cold type the most.
The monk from Zixiao Sect grasped the hilt of the Nine-Star Sword, and his face showed uncontrollable joy. This sword was his!
As he thought so, he pulled hard but couldn't get it out. The happy smile on his face disappeared. Could it be that this didn't belong to him?
When he was still pulling out the clothes in disbelief, Jiang Cangyu, who had been waiting for a long time, came up and urged him, "Are you done? Is it my turn?"
He showed an awkward smile on his face, but finally let go and made a gesture of invitation: "You come."
Jiang Cangyu walked up, looked at the sword light above, raised his finger and drew a formation in the air.
The white-blue light spread out, and she raised her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, whispering: "You have waited for so long, instead of waiting any longer, why don't you come with me?"
The cultivator next to her heard her familiar tone and already had the answer in his mind. It seemed that Jiang Cangyu had been to the sword tomb more than once or twice.
In his later years, Lin picked up the sword buried in the ground. The sword was covered with mud and looked like a dirty sword. There was a lot of dust on his hands.
"It's dirty. Remember to give me a bath first when you go out." The sword spirit said coldly.
Lin Wannian touched the scabbard, then pulled it open, revealing the blade glowing blue.
The moment he pulled it out, a white-blue light flashed from the blade and was covered by Jiang Cangyu's formation. The sword spirit in the entire sword tomb began to tremble inexplicably.
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