Chapter 91 Sword Gate Sword Tomb

In the game, today's first round of divisional pre-selection is almost over. Finally, a total of 138 teams are left to eliminate some small and medium-sized unions. The district competition will not start until the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the game is boiling. Yu Ming suddenly killed the system world announcement of the hero level again during the game, which lowered the attention of the game by one level. More players are discussing Yu Ming's killing of the hero level twice.

However, Yu Ming ignored it and kept brushing his experience. The customs clearance time was maintained at more than an hour, and he could brush nearly 100W experience in one round, but now it will take 1100W to upgrade, that is to say, it will take more than 11 hours to upgrade to the next level. The speed is already very fast.

It is still in the Y city of G country. Although the elegant house that once belonged to Jianmen was washed by blood, it has returned to its original state. Jian Wentian and his father Jian Wuya have now lived here again.

At this time, many family heirs, no, are now the new owners. They all choose to live together in Y City. They live very close and take care of each other.

Wentian still lives in the room arranged by the third uncle before. Wulin League also participated in the War Cup, and today's pre-election division has been successfully promoted.

At this time, it was already night. Jian Wentian, who was killing in the battlefield of the Burning Legion as usual, was called out by his father and directly quit the game.

Jian Wuya looked at the sword that had just come out and asked the sky, and said, "Wentian, according to the rules of our sword gate, you could have reached this level, go to the place where my sword ancestors buried the sword and choose a sword that belongs to you. In a few years, I will also give you the position of the master of the sword gate, but for various reasons, I have not been late. I told you, today I want to tell you something about the secret of my sword gate.

The sword asked heaven, "A secret thing? Father, do you have any secrets in Jianmen?

Jian Wuya is a little dumb. Nonsense. That famous sect does not have some hidden secrets. Jian Wuya sighed in his heart that he did not let Wen Tian experience some evil things in the world. He has been cultivating his martial arts talent, but he is not very mature in his mind. I'm afraid that he will suffer losses in the future.

Jian Wuya said slowly, "Wen Tian, you should understand that every sect has some hidden secrets, and it's the same for people, and it's the same for your father and me."

"Our swordsman has a history of more than 1,400 years. Although it is not as good as the hidden gates such as Wudang, it is also a famous school. At that time, my ancestor of Jianmen, Jianwu, was one of the top masters in the top three in the world. The realm of martial arts has reached the realm of return to the spirit. The divine soldiers in his hand, The emperor's meteorite sword is even more indestructible! Even those heads of Wudang and so on have to give up three points when they see the ancestor. Although there is no sect, it makes the people in the world change their color when they hear the words.

"Later, Jian Wuyi, the old man, founded Jianmen with one hand, chose the mountain gate, set up the mountain rules, and began to accept a wide range of disciples. At that time, there were hundreds of thousands of disciples outside the sword gate, and there were also thousands of disciples from the inner sect. The scale and strength of the sect were comparable to some famous sects at that time. How brilliant it was at that time."

"After that, in order to continue the glory of Jianmen, the ancestor specially invited Mo Xueji, known as the famous ghost axe, to create a secret world, the sword mound! He also invited a total of 17 famous blacksmiths at that time to make 17 different kinds of swords with the financial resources of the ancestor's life, all of which are extraordinary swords. If you want to be the master of the sword door, you must get the sword in the sword tomb. When the door master returns to heaven, he will return the sword to the sword tomb. This is also the continuation of my sword gate to this day. The important reason."

Jian Wentian was a little puzzled and said, "After the death of Jian Wuyi's ancestor, is there no other sect to rob? Plus the magic soldiers in the hands of the ancestors, but there are 18!"

Jian Wuya said, "Of course, as soon as no ancestor died in those years, those little treacherous people couldn't stand it. They robbed all kinds of it openly and secretly. Fortunately, the strength of the sword gate was good at the beginning, and except for the owner of the sword gate, no one knows where the sword tomb is located. Although no ancestor has passed away, the sword gate is still brilliant to this day!"

"Now the time has come. God, you should go to the secret sword tomb of my sword gate and get your own sword."

Jian asked Tian, "Father, shall we go now?"

Jian Wuya said, "Yes, come with me, stand in the air, and stand in the air!" Let me see how far you can do it now!"

"Yes! Father!"

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Jian Wentian and Jian Wuya then had good luck. The speed of the road was very fast, and the distance of 100 meters passed in the blink of an eye. An hour later, under the leadership of Jian Wuya, Jian Wentian came to the back mountain cliff of Jianmen Mountain Gate. After Jian Wuya observed the surroundings, the two began to use the wooden vine on the cliff and slowly broke it. Climb up and down the cliff.

The two had just climbed down more than ten meters. Jian Wuya said, "The famous master invited by the ancestor in those years put the sword mound in this cliff and had seventeen defensive measures. Unless it is the seal of the sword door owner and the door owner, if anyone else wants to come in, he will break his leg if he does not die!" Ask God, climb on the rock and let go of the vines!"

Jian Wuya took out the unique seal of the door master of the sword door. In fact, it is a small sword made of stone, which looks more like an ornament.

Jian Wuya took this mini stone sword and slowly inserted it into a place on the cliff wall. Like a key, he turned the stone sword inserted into the cliff.

At the moment of turning, the nearly 10-meter cliff centered on Jian Wuya shook slowly and unfolded inward, bringing Jian Wuya and Jian Wentian in.

After the two of them went in, the cliff slowly closed again, and they had been guessing where the sword tomb was. They didn't expect that it was inside the cliff! What's more, I didn't expect that there would be a hole in this cliff.

It was just dark. Suddenly, a few more oil lamps lit up by themselves, illuminating the secret room. Only then did Jianwen Tian find that there was a huge stone sword in front of him, standing 100 meters in front of him.

And in front of this giant sword, there are more than a dozen swords of different lengths and different postures standing under the giant sword, magnificent, and an extremely strong oppressive force, covering this place.

When Jian Wentian was still surprised, Jian Wuya had knelt down in the direction of the giant sword. Jian Wentian looked at it and knelt down quickly.

After the respectful worship of Jian Wuya, he said harshly, "The 43rd generation of Jianmen's descendants, Jian Wuya. Today, he brought his disciple Jian to get the sword a day ago! Please bury the ancestors with this as a witness! God! Go forward! Three steps and one knock, five steps and one kneel, ten steps and a big gift! Until the nearest sword is only ten meters away, get up and pick up the sword to communicate with you!"

After Wentian also learned to worship three times, when he heard Jian Wuya's words, he immediately got up, took three steps forward, then kowtowed respectfully, and then continued to walk forward.

Finally, when he slowly came to the nearest place about ten meters away from the sword, Jian Wentian found that after the huge sword, there was actually a large open space, and buried the previous masters of the sword gate. The head was the tombstone of the sword!

The eager sword asked Tian, and he really wanted to see the magic soldier in the hands of the ancestor, the emperor's meteorite sword, but there were 17 swords here. Wen Tian didn't know that the sword was, so he had to give up and try to feel the sword with his heart. ( There are a total of 18 swords, but there is still one in the hands of Jian Wuya, and the sword will be returned to the sword mound after death.)

These 17 swords have different momentum, some are murderous, and some look very ordinary, just like an ordinary sword, so that the sword in it can't feel the so-called heart communication at all.

At this moment, Jian Wentian saw a dim, dark sword body but not shiny, and there was still an extraordinary momentum. When Wentian looked at it, Jian Wentian could feel it from the bottom of his heart that it was also staring at itself, although it was a sword. In Jian Wentian's eyes, it seemed to have a soul.

Jian Wentian involuntarily walked slowly towards the sword, holding his hands on the hilt of the sword. The sword body vibrated in Jian Wentian's hand and directly shook Jian Wentian's hands away!

The unexpected sword asked the sky, and the wrist was numb and painful. Looking at this strange sword in surprise, it was so powerful. It was really extraordinary!

The sword in the distance was Wuya. When he saw that Jian Wentian actually wanted to take the sword, he was shocked and said in his heart: It's it!? How come? After the death of the ancestor, no one pulled out the sword.

Although Jian Wentian was shocked, he was more happy. Although he didn't know if it was the sword of his ancestor, he liked it very much.

This time, the sword asked heaven's luck in his hand, and he held it on the hilt again! This time, the anti-shock of the hilt was more severe, but Wen Tian relied on luck in his hand. He held it and refused to let go.

Let the fierce resistance of the sword, until Jian Wentian's hands had been cracked with several scars, and the blood flowed down the heart of his hand and also flowed on the hilt of the sword.

But the sword asked the sky, but still refused to let go. He endured the severe pain and forcibly and slowly pulled the sword from the ground, but the sword's reaction became more and more resistant.

Jianwen Tianyi gritted his teeth, condensed his mind, shouted, and pulled the sword out of the ground. After the dark and dull sword was pulled out, it actually emitted a dazzling light. The dark place of the sword tomb was as bright as the day. It didn't last long, and soon faded again!

At this time, the sword was not resisting, and it emitted a force, which quickly healed several terrible scars in Jian Wentian's hands, and the wound healed quickly.

Jian Wentian looked at the sword in his hand and said happily, "What a sword. I didn't expect any sword in it to be so magical. It's really a sword made thousands of years ago!"

Jian Wuya in the distance shouted, "Since the sword has recognized you as the master, you kneel with the sword first, worship three times, and then turn around and leave. You can't turn back!"

When the sword asked the sky to hear the words, he quickly held the sword in both hands, knelt down, and got up and left after respectfully worship.

And Jian Wuya also restarted the gate. The two of them were directly lucky and left the sword mound. Then, the gate of the organ was closed again.

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