Eternal Tranquility

Under the dim sky, on a deserted and desolate plain, fragments and broken swords of various swords can be seen everywhere. Large or small mounds of soil are randomly distributed. Only when you look closely can you find that the mounds are entirely composed of swords. Further away, a towering sword mountain can be vaguely seen.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out a hand and grabbed a strand of white silk floating in front of him.

The white silk twisted in his hand and suddenly formed into a small sword. It stabbed fiercely at the fingers that pinched him, but only left a shallow white mark on the tough skin.

Lele leaned her head over and said, "Turning Qi into silk, the sword Qi inside is so powerful."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and summoned a sword thread, but this one was red.

And in the sky over this desolate wilderness, sword threads of various colors floated everywhere.

Liu Qinghuan said: "Let's go."

The three of them walked forward, there was a slight rustling sound under their feet, and fine stones and gravel rolled around their feet.

"Look!" Lele suddenly said, pointing to a black long sword stuck on top of a sword pile they passed.

Unexpectedly, this sound was a bit loud, and all the swords around him turned this way!

The three of them were startled at the same time, and Lele was so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth.

Liu Qinghuan had a strange feeling of being looked at by many eyes. Those swords looked ready to move, as if they were about to attack at the next moment, but he didn't know if he was afraid of their strength, but also looked scared.

At this time, there was just a "clang" sound, and the black long sword on the sword pile suddenly pulled itself out of the sword pile, turning into a black lightning and slashing straight towards Lele!

Yan Hua took a step forward and stood in front of Lele, and slapped his palm out unceremoniously. The black long sword let out a whine, flew backwards under the wind of the palm, and inserted into the stone ground next to him with a pop. , until most of the sword body was submerged, it stopped, and the exposed part trembled slightly, making a small humming sound.

"Hey!" Lele exclaimed in surprise, then quickly silenced her voice and said, "Yan Mumu, what are you doing! Look how pitiful that sword is, it's crying to me."

Yan Hua hurriedly said: "Junior sister, it is too weak and not suitable for you."

Liu Qinghuan also said: "Let's go inside. The swords outside are relatively weak."

Lele glanced at the black long sword again, a little reluctant to part with it: "Then don't hit it, it's so pitiful to cry."

Yan Hua said helplessly: "Junior sister, have you forgotten? Everyone in this Remnant Sword Realm has only one chance to enter, and can only choose one sword. If you hold its hilt, it means you have chosen it. You will be able to choose it later. When you encounter something good, they won’t recognize you anymore.”

Lele pouted: "What kind of breaking of the rules is this! Could it be that I liked one first, and then I liked a better one, so I can't change it?"

"No. The sword here is very spiritual. If you choose it and then abandon it, it will get angry, and then you will be surrounded by other swords."

The three of them talked through sound transmission and slowly walked through the piles of swords.

This was the first time Liu Qinghuan saw so many swords gathered together, long, short, straight, curved, thick, thin, some were rusty, some were bright and clean, and many were broken. .

The momentum of each sword is also different, some are violent and fierce, and some are proud and indifferent. They are arranged in order of strength. The bottom of each sword pile has the weakest momentum, and the one on top is the strongest. , as if he were a king standing at the top.

At the same time, the sword piles and the sword piles did not seem to be living in harmony. They once passed by two sword piles that were fighting each other. The various swords were slashing at each other as if they had a deep hatred. They were so happy that they refused to leave. .

The final result was that the winning side arrogantly let out loud sword cries, while the losing side broke off and ran away. Those who did not escape were as dejected as a defeated rooster and were crushed under the pile of swords. lowest.

interesting!

Liu Qinghuan came to the conclusion, and the three people who had finished watching the show moved on with satisfaction, and they had a heated discussion through voice transmission for a long time without finishing their thoughts.

He also deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "the sword chooses the people". Because of their strong strength, they attracted many swords that "overestimated their own abilities" like the black long sword and rushed over.

But after the sword chooses people, there is another way for people to choose. As long as you don't agree with it, just defeat it and don't accept it.

Liu Qinghuan slapped away another sword flying toward him, and said helplessly: "Let's speed up."

Lele and Yan Hua naturally had no objection. The three of them increased their speed rapidly and headed to the depths of the Broken Sword Domain.

The pile of swords around them grew larger and larger, and the momentum of each sword became stronger and stronger, until they all felt a sense of oppression, and then they stopped.

Yan Hua thought for a while and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, why don't we search separately here?"

Liu Qinghuan thought that it would be more convenient to be alone. Anyway, you have to rely on yourself to get the sword here, and others can't help.

But Lele refused: "Why separate us? It would be so fun to go together."

Yan Hua said: "Junior sister, the three of us together are a bit of a hindrance. Look at the swords in front of you, which one is comparable to a magic weapon. When the time comes, the fight will be huge, and others can't help but just watch. It’s better to go separately, it’s faster.”

Liu Qinghuan looked at Yan Hua in surprise. He still remembered that when he met the two of them, Yan Hua was like Lele's follower most of the time. He would always dote on and let Lele do whatever he wanted. Unexpectedly, when they met again, their relationship with each other would change a lot.

Lele pouted, but didn't say anything and followed her senior brother's words. In a blink of an eye, she ran to the other side happily: "Haha, then I'm leaving, don't follow me!" "Slow down." Yan Hua shouted, got up and chased after him, leaving a message: "Brother Liu, I'll go and look after that girl. If you find the sword, you don't have to wait for us. We'll meet at the small market outside the sword area." Liu Qinghuan responded and watched the two of them disappear among the tall sword piles. The surroundings were silent, and occasionally a crisp or low sword sound came from the wind. Liu Qinghuan stood for a while, closed his eyes in the complicated sword intent, and opened them after a long time. He walked forward, his pace was still very slow, and his eyes swept across the swords around him one by one. What he needed was a sword that could perfectly perform the Eight-Character Sword Technique, but he had no idea what this sword looked like. He looked to the left, and saw a red long sword standing high above the pile of swords, emitting extremely high temperatures with passion. It shook at his gaze, and then turned away proudly.

In front of him on the right, there was a light blue spiritual sword "looking" at him, with a warm spiritual light flashing and making a low and clear sound.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head and walked past it without looking away.