Liu Qinghuan followed behind Lu Enming, shuttling through the pile of swords, bypassing the mountain, and walking to the deepest part of the Remnant Sword Domain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two occasionally talked about their past experiences over the years, except for Lu Enming, who was cold and arrogant and lonely when he held a sword, he was much calmer and more calm and mature than before.

In fact, this is also understandable, these friends who have known each other since their youth, if calculated according to the age of mortals, have basically turned into white bones. Therefore, after the frivolous arrogance of the past has been smoothed out by time, everyone's personality has changed to a greater or lesser extent due to experience.

Liu Qinghuan took a moment to reflect on the new move of the life and death sword intent that he had just comprehended, and heard Lu Enming say: "It's here." ”

Looking up, he saw a large wasteland.

Unlike other places, this wasteland has no sword piles, only Gobi-like gravel and sand on the ground. There were also more broken fragments of the spirit sword, many of which had been buried in the sand, revealing only a section of the sword body that had been eroded by the wind, and the whining wind blew like a mournful cry.

"This is the Burial Sword Plain. Lu Enming said: "I took it, it's very appropriate, isn't it." ”

He smiled slightly, and quickly put it away: "The Burial Sword Origin is already in the extreme depths of the Remnant Sword Domain, and most of the spirit swords here have been damaged, or are about to be destroyed. If all the swords in the Remnant Sword Domain are not broken and destroyed on the spot, they will fly to this plain on their own, spend their last days here, slowly be worn out of their spirituality, and then 'die' here. ”

"So this is the grave of their own choosing?"

"Yes. Lu Enming nodded, raised his feet and walked forward, and said slowly: "However, this may also be a new place. Have you ever heard of the sword fetus?"

Liu Qinghuan followed to his left, and when he heard this, he immediately turned his head and exclaimed, "What?"

"The sword fetus, the magical innate thing that gives birth to the fairy sword or the divine sword. ”

Liu Qinghuan's face showed a hint of shock: "You mean?"

"Yes, I think it's very likely that this piece of Burial Sword Plain hides a sword fetus. Lu Enming's gaze swept aimlessly over the wasteland in front of him: "That's why I stayed here for a long time, looking for the legendary sword fetus. Of course, nothing was found in the end, and then a handful was found...... Well, very special sword. ”

Liu Qinghuan pulled his mind out of the sword fetus's thoughts: "What is it like?" uh...... It can't be conceived by a sword fetus, can it?"

"I don't know, I've only seen it three times by chance. A sword that emitted a faint blue-purple glow, and it was so fast that I didn't even see it the first time. There were a lot of variations, at least the three times I saw them were three, and if it weren't for the same blue-purple glow that was so distinct, I would almost have thought it was a different sword. The first time it was slender and elegant, the second time it was short and flexible like a dagger, and the third time it was as calm and heavy as a heavy sword. ”

Liu Qinghuan listened carefully and thought: "Such a sword...... I may not be able to get its approval. ”

Lu Enming stopped and said flatly: "Try it, if you don't get it, there's no loss." It 'watched' me from a distance for a few moments, but it quickly disappeared when I tried to get closer. ”

There were two regrets in his tone. As a sword cultivator, he was not recognized by a spirit sword, which undoubtedly made Lu Enming a little depressed. Because he had his own sword of the Yuan God for a long time, he hadn't chosen a sword in the Remnant Sword Domain until now, but if he could have a powerful sword to recognize him, he wouldn't mind having one more, wouldn't he.

Finally, he said, "You can try it, maybe the sword will come to you." ”

Lu Enming returned to the foot of Sword Mountain to continue his cultivation, leaving Liu Qinghuan alone.

Liu Qinghuan swept across the plain in front of him, pondering which direction to look for.

In fact, it's the same in any direction, it's the sword that chooses people instead of people who choose swords, he doesn't use it if he thinks too much, why don't you try to find a sword fetus?

He really couldn't see that there would be a sword fetus in this wasteland, and that kind of innate thing would shock the entire interface as soon as it was born, and few people had seen it.

He thought of one more thing: the sword embryo.

A very powerful refining master can refine a sword embryo, and the sword embryo is then put into the dantian for warmth and polishing, and it takes several years to get a sword, and each of these swords is a superb spirit sword.

The sword embryo is artificially refined, and the sword fetus is congenitally conceived, but I don't know how big the gap is between the two.

He walked forward, not knowing the direction, but walking around.

Most of the spirit sword fragments here have lost their spirituality and are not of much value. There was nothing else, it was desolate and dead.

Liu Qinghuan wandered for several days, but still didn't see the sword, and couldn't help but start thinking about whether to give up and go elsewhere.

However, the sword sounded really in line with his heart, and he was a little unwilling to give up like this, at least he had to meet once, knowing that the other party didn't look down on him before giving up.

After settling his mind in this way, he was at ease in his heart.

On this day, he squatted on the ground and pulled a broken sword from the sand, this sword was crystal clear throughout, but for some reason it broke into two halves, it was a pity that it was a good sword.

He picked up the broken section, held it up in front of his eyes and examined it carefully, and said a few more words of pity in his heart, and then found a trace of blue-purple light in the translucent sword body.

"Huh?"

Just when he was a little puzzled, a sudden sense of danger made his scalp tingle instantly, his hand was on the ground, and he flew out of thin air without thinking about it, and a blue-purple light flashed from the corner of his eye from where he was squatting!

Cold sweat soaked his back in the blink of an eye, but Liu Qinghuan was not angry but happy, the sword finally appeared, and attacked him!

The swords in the Remnant Sword Domain will not take the initiative to attack others in most cases, like the four swords that broke the "brain" and robbed him before, which are extremely accidental existences. Therefore, the active attack means that you have obtained the initial approval of the sword, and as long as you defeat it, you can have it!

How did he not be pleasantly surprised!

He drifted a distance along the momentum of the flying, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a sword that was more slender than an ordinary spirit sword circling in the air, and the faint blue-purple light pulled out a beautiful streamer, and in the blink of an eye, it shot towards him again.

Hurry, it's so fast!

And the momentum is extremely fierce, as if the next moment is going to be slashed by the sword!

Liu Qinghuan sighed in his heart, relying on the trick of resisting the wind to the extreme, the whole person teleported to the other side, and his backhand was a Qiankun to point out.

A pleasant sword roar came, and the two figures chased each other in the air, both so fast that only dazzling light and shadow remained, and the four radiant Qiankun fingers left deep black holes in the Gobi.

Probably never able to cut Liu Qinghuan, the long sword let out a sharp roar, and flew high into the air, and the blue-purple light suddenly flourished!