It has been an unknown amount of time since the Ten Thousand Kensan Mountain stood in the western part of Gwangju Metropolitan City, and no matter what dynasty the human race has experienced, this sacred mountain of kendo has always been firmly rooted here.

On the vast land of Shenzhou, after every monk whose Dao soul is a sword dies, his sword soul will not dissipate, but will fly into the top of this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain across countless distances and be buried in the lake.

In fact, for countless years, there have been many owners of Wanjian Mountain, and in every era, there are always powerful sword cultivators who occupy this mountain composed of countless swords, and accept the worship of all sword cultivators.

Halfway up the mountainside of Wanjian Mountain, there is a stone standing, the stone is about two stories high, its history is as old as Wanjian Mountain, it has witnessed the historical changes, the development of the sword, and countless sword repairs up and down the mountain have walked in front of the stone.

These monks practiced the sword, discussed the way of the sword, admired the sword, and worshiped the sword.

Over time, a thought, a longing, arose in the heart of this stone:

"It would be nice if I could be a sword too. ”

Once all things in heaven and earth are alive, then it is eligible to be favored by the Heavenly Dao, so under the nourishment of the countless edges of Wanjian Mountain, the stone is constantly changing imperceptibly, even if every slightest change takes countless time, but the change is still going on steadily.

Its head became sharper and sharper, its body straighter and straighter, the years erased its rough surface, making it smoother and smoother, and gradually, it became a giant sword, a stone sword!

This is what it aspires to be, and after countless years, it finally becomes what it wants to be.

But nothing has changed, except for the words of curiosity or admiration from the sword cultivators who come and go, no one really regards it as a sword, and when a sword cannot show its edge, it is not a sword, at best it is just a stone in the shape of a sword.

It's unwilling, it's dissatisfied, but it's silent.

I don't know how many years have passed, one day, a young man walked up from the foot of the mountain, his face was ordinary, and the edge of his body was not obvious, he came to the bottom of the stone sword, raised his head, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he blurted out excitedly:

"Good sword!"

After the young man circled the stone sword three times, he slowly continued to walk towards the top of the mountain, and the stone sword was already surprised by this situation, because the burial sword lake on the top of the mountain was far more valuable than it, but after only a short moment, the young man actually carried a bucket of red paint and turned back, without saying a word, jumped on top of the stone sword, and began to write stroke by stroke.

Shi Jian He Cheng was so insulted that his whole heart was roaring silently, but he could only watch the young man write the three scarlet characters of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion.

Then the young man jumped down, looked at Shi Jian, clapped his hands and said:

"Your sword, ordinary people can't hold it, including me, but from today on, you are a part of my Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, and the safety of the entire Sword Pavilion depends on you!"

In the following decades, one after another sword-like attics were erected on the Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, recruiting tens of thousands of disciples, but in fact, the earliest members of the entire Sword Pavilion were the young man Murong He and this stone sword.

Murong He roared angrily to take out the sword, even if it was only a sword, Shi Jian felt this strong desire and calling, so it came, even if it would be shattered, because it was the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!

With the furious penetration of the mountain guarding stone sword, the surface of the entire Burial Sword Lake directly centered on the place where Zhao Yu was standing and deeply recessed downward, and then countless splashes rushed into the void, forming a shocking waterfall, and at the same time, with the extremely powerful shock wave, the space was completely torn apart in an instant, and a huge pitch-black, black hole-like space void appeared, exuding infinite suction.

The void above the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the extraterritorial void is chaotic, the laws are chaotic, and countless water mist rises, covering the sky and the sun, while also completely blocking the sight of many people around to watch the battle, making even the great grandmaster and others above the Spirit Crane completely unable to truly sense the specific situation below.

Then Dari Wuzong Lu Yao couldn't help but take a step forward, turned his head to look at Chu Zhengyang beside him, his white beard trembled, and he hurriedly said:

"Boy Chu, I know that the Dao Palace has set up a ten-mile red array on top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain below, tell the old man quickly, what is the situation of the battle between His Majesty and Murong He below?"

"Old man Lu, don't worry. ”

Chu Zhengyang first reached out and patted his daughter Chu Yanyan, who was holding the corner of his clothes tightly because he was nervous, and then stretched out his right hand, lightly pointed downward, and continued to speak:

"This stone spirit giant sword is far more powerful than imagined, so when it fell, it tore apart my sect's ten-mile red array, and now it is recovering, it will take some time, but I have sensed the vast imperial power of Your Majesty, Your Majesty is fine, don't worry. ”

With Chu Zhengyang's finger, the entire Wanjian Mountain below, suddenly pieces of peach blossoms emerged one after another, and under the strong energy, they flew around, forming a huge formation, and in the center of the formation, there was a huge gap, and at this time, a large number of peach petals were flying inward, filling inward.

Suddenly, directly above the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, a huge picture scroll of mountains and seas slowly emerged, and then opened outwards at the same time, a faint aura of national fortune swirled downward, quickly filling the huge chaotic void above the entire Burial Sword Lake, revealing the scene on the lake.

All the people watching the battle held their breath and stared down tightly, only to see that above the Burial Sword Lake, Zhao Yu and Murong He, who were originally fighting violently in one place, had separated and stood on both sides of the lake, and in front of the two, the huge spatial black hole was still raging.

Above Zhao Yu's body, the blue-gold origin light shimmered, exuding pure wind law fluctuations, making the tall body of the emperor's robe flying as if it was hidden in another space, looming, and at the same time, the small wound on his cheek, the blood had stopped, but it was difficult to heal for a long time because of the incomparably strong sword blade.

And because of this small wound, Zhao Yu's already unangry and arrogant face added a bit of anger, and the young emperor looked at Murong He who was half-squatting on the surface of the lake opposite, and there was still no fluctuation in his eyes.

In front of Murong He, most of the originally two-story tall Shanmen stone sword was inserted under the surface of the lake, revealing only a bare hilt full of cracks.

But at this time, everyone's eyes involuntarily condensed on Murong He, and then their eyes widened, only to feel a burst of sweat hair stand on end, because at this time, Murong He, who was kneeling on one knee, had little sharp qi left, and a large amount of blood poured out from his mouth, dripping on his chest, scarlet, but the most shocking thing was that Murong He's left arm was empty at this time.

The first sword cultivator of the Great Xia Terran lost a left arm.

Zhao Yu cut off Murong and an arm!