Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 381

Between mountains and forests.

A squirrel was nibbling on a pine cone in his hand. Suddenly he noticed something, his big fluffy tail twitched, he looked up, and saw a blood-red figure flashing past.

Xuechanghe used Qinggong to jump between the trees, his body as light as a flying swallow.

His inner energy is extremely long and deep, something that ordinary people cannot catch up with after a lifetime of hard training.

After rushing here from Baichuan City, his breathing was still steady and rhythmic, with only a slight sweat on his forehead.

Although Xue Changhe was young, his martial arts skills were already at the top of the world when he came out of the mountain, and he was once at the top of the power list.

In the era before the Alien War more than forty years ago, even if he was not the best in the world, he was still one of the few super-class warriors in the world.

But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, still thinking about the mysterious woman in red who had snatched the stone sword away.

He just lacks a little experience and fighting experience. In terms of martial arts, Xue Changhe is considered to be the best.

But the mysterious woman in red who easily grabbed the stone sword made him unable to see clearly...

"The tombkeeper of the Sword Tomb has always been mysterious. I don't know where he came from. It doesn't seem like he has martial arts?"

When I was thinking wildly, I had already arrived at the Sword Making Villa.

The Sword Making Villa was famous for a time and produced countless famous swords, including the King of Human Sword three hundred years ago.

However, this was hundreds of years ago.

After the first-generation Gravekeeper Sword Demon killed the swordsmith, the villa became history and was completely deserted.

In front of the current river of blood, only the ruins of this villa are left. Looking through the collapsed walls, we can see that the former houses have collapsed, the walls are covered with mottled marks, and weeds are growing on the ground. All kinds of utensils have long been covered in dust.

When the Sword-making Villa was still in existence, the "Sword Tomb" was just a place to hide swords behind the Villa.

But after the death of the swordsmith, the entire abandoned villa became the "Sword Tomb" rumored by people in the world.

"What kind of weirdo would live in such a ghost place and serve as a gravekeeper? It doesn't smell like living people live at all."

Xue Changhe frowned and stepped into the dilapidated villa gate.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a chill rushing towards my face. At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, but it seemed that even the sun had no heat.

Xue Changhe's brows furrowed even deeper, and he had the intention to leave for a moment.

The heads of the Blood Family in the past generations have always sought stability. After all, the family heads of the past generations are burdened with the skills accumulated by their ancestors. Once the family head dies, the skills cannot be passed on to the next generation in time, and the family's thousands of years of accumulation will be in vain.

Xue Changhe is younger and more energetic than previous family heads.

"It's not easy to retreat... The other martial arts warriors in Baichuan City also heard the word "Sword Tomb" from the mouth of the tomb keeper of the Sword Tomb. They must also be on their way here."

"I just relied on Qinggong to arrive early. If I hesitate here, it will be meaningless."

Xue Changhe stood still, raised his hands to the empty sword tomb, and said in a deep voice:

"The Blood Family has a long history of blood. Today I go to the mountain to ask for a sword!"

"The Blood Family has a long history of blood. Today I go to the mountain to ask for a sword..."

The sound echoed far and wide in the empty villa, echoing in waves.

Although the Sword Making Villa no longer exists, the remaining sword tomb still retains some of the rules of the former villa.

Worshiping mountains for swords is one of them.

Seeing no one answering around, the river of blood did not stop, but only raised its feet and walked inside.

In the center of the courtyard of the villa is a large stone more than ten meters high, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it in large characters: Sword Washing Pool.

However, there was no pool around the boulder, only a deep pit that had long since dried up. The soil in the pit was cracked and dried, and hundreds of swords were inserted diagonally in it.

"According to the rules of the Sword Making Villa hundreds of years ago, those who worship the mountain and enter the village must wash their swords with spring water in the sword washing pool. It is considered a bit of etiquette for swordsmen when they come to the house... But the sword washing pool..."

Xue Changhe looked closely and saw hundreds of sharp swords in the soil. Like the villa, they were already dilapidated. The swords were basically covered with a layer of rust and no longer sharp.

In addition to these long-rusted swords, there are many skeletons of the dead in the surrounding land, and some of the skeletons still hold a rusty long sword in their hands.

"A swordsman who died while seeking a sword?"

Xue Changhe thought in his mind and continued to move forward:

"This ghost place doesn't seem like a place for people to stay. Could it be that those who asked for the sword were all killed by the tombkeepers?"

This thought crossed Xue Changhe's mind. He leaned down and squatted next to a skeleton, wanting to observe the location of the damage on the skeleton.

But just as he got closer, he felt a warning sign, and he turned his head hurriedly amid the lightning and flames.

The rusty sword held in the skeleton's hand suddenly flew out, grazing his cheek like a sharp arrow.

Xue Changhe stood up and looked around.

However, he saw thousands of broken swords in the "Sword Washing Pond" he had just walked through. They had a deadly edge and the sword tips were pointed at him diagonally.

.............

The mountain behind Zhujian Villa.

The woman in red held a stone sword in her hand, and with a little force, she inserted the stone sword diagonally into the soil on the top of the mountain.

"Another person seeking a sword has arrived." The woman in red looked down at the villa at the foot of the mountain.

"How far can this river of blood go?"

The woman in red is holding the stone sword in her hand, and seems to be talking to the stone sword, or to herself.

"The sword washing pool is the first step. There are a thousand broken swords in total."

"This is the residual obsession of the swordsman who used to be unable to obtain a sword, and his body and soul were destroyed."

"The second step is the Sword Tomb."

.............

A quarter of an hour later.

A long river of blood flows through the abandoned villa.

There were a few more slits on his robe, and his face was pretty good-looking, but he looked a little more confused.

With his martial arts, dealing with those rusty broken swords was actually no problem. The hole in his robe was more due to surprise.

"A powerful 'god' who is a third-level god-refining martial artist can certainly control objects, but controlling a thousand broken swords is a bit outrageous...it doesn't look like martial arts."

Xue Changhe paused. After walking out of the back door of the villa, his vision suddenly became brighter.

This hill is not very tall, just a small hillside. However, on this hillside, there are many earth tombs, like a mausoleum for the dead.

Xue Changhe approached one of the earthen graves and looked at the tombstone in front of the grave.

[The name of the sword is Fen Ji. 】

[In the fifth year of Yuanhe, Zhao Ziying went to Zhujian Villa to ask for a sword and got "Fan Ji".

In the 20th year of Yuanhe, Zhao Ziying became famous in Tingchao Tower and ranked tenth in the world. He was the leader of contemporary swordsmanship and became famous all over the world as the "Lord of Fire Cloud Swordsman".

In the 22nd year of Yuanhe, he fought with "Yanshenji", a descendant of the Dayan royal family, and died. Yanshenji sent the sword back to the mountain. 】

"This is not a human grave, but a sword grave?"

Xue Changhe thought about it and looked at a few other graves.

[The name of the sword is Hidden Sea. 】

[In the seventh year of Wu'an, "Yinwu Sword" Yue Jinchao worshiped the mountain and obtained the sword.

In the eighth year of Wu'an, Yue Jinchao died at the hands of "Old Man Zanghai" Yu Zanghai, who was famous for his Zanghai Sword and was ranked 23rd on the list of heroes of Tingchao Tower in his later years. 】

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[The name of the sword is Feng Xiao. 】

【......】

After looking at a few tombs, Xue Changhe had an idea.

In these large tombs, swords are buried instead of people. Even the epitaph above records the "life" of the sword, focusing on the sword, not the life of the swordsman.

Thinking of this, Xue Changhe suddenly raised his head, feeling that the skin on his neck was like a knife cutting, and there was an inexplicable chill.

boom!

As soon as he raised his head, he saw several long metal boxes flying up from the tombs of "Fenji" and "Zanghai", shaped like coffins.

Zheng! Zheng!

Hearing only a few crisp sword sounds, the sword box opened on its own, and several swords with shimmering blades flew out of the air.

Different from the broken swords buried in the soil before, these swords hidden in the boxes are still sharp and seem not to have been eroded by time at all.

...........

The woman in red glanced towards the back of the villa.

"This river of blood has resonated with seven famous swords in total, including 'Fen Ji', which is extraordinary and not mediocre." She said to herself.

The mountain behind the villa is actually the original sword tomb, a place where swords are buried and hidden.

On the hillside of the back mountain, there are dozens of long and narrow sword boxes buried in the soil, shaped like coffins.

In each sword box, there is a famous sword from the past resting here.

There are a total of fifty famous swords in this sword tomb.

This is the sword returned by the swordsman who became famous in the martial arts world of Kyushu for hundreds of years.

The sword box hides the sword in the sword tomb, which is really like the tomb of the deceased.

"The Famous Sword Fifty, although it cannot be called a demon spirit yet, has given birth to a trace of spirituality." The woman in red looked at the sword tomb halfway up the hillside and continued:

"The Divine Sword will choose its master on its own. This river of blood can resonate with seven famous swords. It is quite extraordinary. In the past few hundred years, it has ranked among the top three."

"It's just that the more extraordinary a person is, the more resonance the divine sword will cause, and the greater the pressure he will bear... What do you think, how far can he go?"

The woman in red held the stone sword stuck in the soil and said calmly.

Shi Jian didn't speak, only her own voice echoed in the wind.

She didn't take it seriously and continued:

"The third step, the top of the sword tomb."

"Now there is finally a second sword on the top of the mountain."

The red light flashed in the hand of the woman in red, and a sword appeared in her hand.

The blade of this long sword is red in color, and the blade is not straight, but has a strange flame shape.

When the sword was held in the hand of the woman in red, the sword's body was bright red, as if there was a ball of fire flowing inside the metal.

"Don't you want to ask, is there any other sword in this world that can stand beside you on the top of the sword tomb?" the woman in red said slowly:

"The name of this sword is Fen Hai. It was made by the world's number one swordsmith, Layman Tiexin. Layman Tiexin was a sword-loving man with a heart as cold as stone. He only loved swords all his life and regarded swords as his wife. ---"

"It's none of my business and none of your business." A cold voice came from the stone sword:

"You, the swordsman, tied me here. You don't just want to fence with me on the top of this mountain, right?"

"Oh, I made a mistake this time... I mistook a second-hand antique for a beautiful woman."

The woman in red was not angry, her face remained calm and calm, and she simply said:

"It's okay to talk more. Anyway, I will stay at the top of this Sword Tomb for many years. I'll just treat it as a way to relieve my boredom."

She didn't answer, just looked into the distance.

In the distance, the crowd at the entrance of the villa gradually became noisy. It was dozens or hundreds of people from all walks of life in Baichuan City who came together to break into the sword tomb.

Xue Changhe was not the only one who was attracted by her words and came to climb the mountain to enter the Sword Tomb...

............................

In the mountains and forests.

A squirrel is chewing a pine cone in his hand.

Suddenly a breeze passed by, and a figure passed by like lightning.

Its big tail twitched, but it didn't notice anything strange and just continued to eat the pine cones.

"Mr. Qiao, we are almost at the Sword Tomb. You'd better put me down first."

An old man's voice could be heard faintly in the wind.

The blurry afterimage suddenly stood on the trunk of the tree, it was the tree.

He was also carrying an old man with white beard and hair and a wooden sword on his waist. It was Lu Yanbei, the Sanren of the Wooden Sword.

Because the speed was too fast, Lu Yanbei's bun was blown by the strong wind at this moment, his hair stood on end, and he did not have the usual demeanor of an old-timer.

Lu Yanbei, a Sanren of Mujian, has been tracking down the matter of Jian's banishment to the Immortal. He once went to Taoyuan Villa in Southwest State to report the news with Wayne.

When Qiao Mu brought people back to Nanzhou, Lu Yanbei arrived at Baichuan City in Southeast State one step ahead of Qiao Mu to investigate the matter of the Sword Tomb Divine Sword.

"So you came here first and investigated what you found? Not just the location of the Sword Tomb, right?"

Qiao Mu said casually.

Lu Yanbei straightened his white hair that was blown up by the strong wind and said slowly:

"Of course that doesn't stop there. I even found out the old stories of the owner of the Zhujian Villa, 'Tiexin Jushi', hundreds of years ago."

Lu Yanbei stroked his white beard. He was a famous swordsman in Kyushu. He was also well-known in Southeast Prefecture and had old acquaintances.

It is naturally not difficult to inquire about the Sword Tomb.

"That 'Tiexin layman' is also a weirdo if you look at the Jiuzhou martial arts world." Lu Yanbei said:

"This man has nothing good in his life but loves swords. He has never even married a wife in his life. He claims to have a sword of gold and iron as his wife. Why should he live with vulgar people?"

"Although he has been in love with swords all his life, his martial arts and swordsmanship are only moderate. He is still far from the top in the world and has not yet made it to the list of heroes."

"But his ability to make swords is the best in Kyushu."

"What do you want to say? Just say it." Qiao Mu asked.

Lu Yanbei, a man of his age who had always been calm, suddenly brought up the matter of the swordsmith from hundreds of years ago. It seemed that it was for a reason rather than to show off his knowledge.

Lu Yanbei smiled and said:

"In fact, as early as hundreds of years ago in Kyushu, there was a legend of the divine sword that people talked about."

"The sword at that time was called [Burning Sea], and it was made by the owner of Sword Making Villa, Layman Tiexin."

"Maybe it's because of this that the recent stone sword is thought to be related to the sword tomb in the southeastern state."

"The centuries-old divine sword [Burning Sea] was forged by Layman Tiexin himself, and was given to a young talented swordsman who worshiped the mountain."

"It's just that the genius swordsman died early that day, and [Burning Sea] subsequently disappeared. It should have passed through the hands of many swordsmen in the following decades."

"Its last owner was known as the 'Sword Demon'."

"Twenty years later, the 'Sword Demon' came to the Sword-casting Villa and beheaded the layman Tiexin. From then on, there was only the Sword Tomb in Southeast Prefecture and there was no longer the Sword-casting Villa."

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