Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

When we came to the entrance of the Sword Tomb, there were many people around, but among these people, almost all of them were disciples of Tianjian Pavilion.

As for people from other forces, as well as casual cultivators, it's not that there are no such people, but they are all watching the excitement from a distance, and they have no intention of entering.

Ye Chen stood in the middle of the team, out of dozens of people, he was the only one wearing different clothes, and he looked a bit awkward.

But the people on the side were more polite to him.

"Master Ye, please go ahead."

"Master Ye, you go first."

Ye Chen looked at these Tianjiange disciples, but he did not refuse, and slowly came to the front of the team.

At this time, Ge Lao walked forward slowly, with a slight smile on his face, looking very kind.

He came in front of everyone, bowed his hands to Ye Chen first, and then opened the entrance of the sword mound.

"Everyone, I hope you can gain something from the trial of the sword mound this time. As for the rules, I will not repeat it. This sword mound is divided into nine floors in total. Every time you go deep into a layer, the danger will increase by one point. Everything is about safety. Heavy, do you understand?"

All the disciples said in unison: "Understood."

Ge Lao nodded and said: "Okay, everyone, please enter."

I have to say that these people seem to be still worried about what happened last time, and they are still cautious until now.

It would make sense for them to shout and kill for revenge as soon as they saw them, but they all nodded and bowed, which made people have to be vigilant.

Ye Chen didn't think much about it, but walked slowly into the entrance and entered the sword mound.

Seeing that Ye Chen had already walked in, Elder Ge winked at the disciples behind him.

After everyone understood, dozens of people walked into the sword mound, and more than a hundred people entered it.

As soon as I stepped into the sword mound, I felt a strong sword intent filling every inch of the surrounding space. Even in midsummer, I could feel a bit of coldness.

This sword mound is a passage that slopes downwards. Walking in this passage, it seems that there is a gust of cold air blowing towards your face, and the temperature suddenly drops a few degrees.

Continuing to walk forward, you entered the first floor of the Sword Tomb. The front is like a ruin, with various sword intents intertwined, as if they have not been able to merge with each other after thousands of years.

All kinds of incomplete swords were stuck on the ground, most of them were rusted or even broken, and they were devastated, just like the desolate scene after the war.

Walking on the rusty and mottled ground, you can still feel that these weapons are still moving regularly. This should be the Dao rhyme left by the former owners of these weapons, which still exists to this day.

This kind of area with strong sword intent and intertwined sword energy is very dangerous. If an ordinary person enters, it is easy to die instantly.

Ye Chen didn't care about it, and walked forward in a leisurely manner, feeling the artistic conception contained in these sword intents, like a melodious melody, recording a story, and the ups and downs of a swordsman's life.

But the more you feel the melody of these sword intents, the more desolate you feel, as if you heard a sad song in troubled times.

Seeing Ye Chen strolling in Jianzhong, as if walking in his own garden, everyone behind him widened their eyes.

The disciples of the Tianjiange had to be cautious when they came here, for fear of being accidentally stabbed by the raging sword energy.

But an outsider, and not a pure swordsman, was able to breathe freely, which really surprised them.

A disciple took a step forward, just approaching the chaotic sword cluster, his clothes were quickly cut by the sword energy floating in the air, and there were a few bloodstains on his body in an instant.

He hastily stepped back a few steps, but fortunately, it was only some skin trauma and did not hurt the meridians.

"The sword pierces through the blue sky and the hood is not damaged. Standing still, the wind and snow pass through thousands of mountains! The sword, the soul and blood are completely gone"

Ye Chen muttered something while walking forward.

However, his pace never stopped, and he was not in a hurry, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

This move attracted strange looks from many Tianjiange disciples.

Everyone kept swinging their swords to resist the sword energy from all directions to avoid being hurt, but Ye Chen seemed to be the only one who would not be affected at all.

This first floor is almost all defective products, all kinds of rusty swords, broken swords, may be turned into ashes with a light touch, and some have been corroded to nothing.

Of course, the most people come to the outermost layer, and those who can see a little are picked up, and there is nothing good at all.

In this way, Ye Chen came directly to the second floor.

It's the same here, there are thousands of long swords in front of you, with different shapes, and different sword intents are everywhere around you. The sword is broken, but the artistic conception still exists from ancient times.

It's also nothing to look at, like a large garbage dump, and one can easily hurt yourself if you don't get it right.

When you come directly to the third floor, there is a clear distinction here. A sword energy runs through the whole, almost exclusively occupying the first floor.

Ye Chen looked at the big sword in the center, which happened to stand there, bound by several iron chains, like a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time.

The big sword is full of rust, and the bronze-colored edge can be seen faintly, like a man in the evening, wandering at night holding a candle.

He stepped forward slowly, although this is not a magical weapon, but its grade is not bad, it can be regarded as a high-grade Lingbao long sword.

He didn't like such a sword. With the real sword in hand, this one was almost useless, and he didn't want to leave it to the people of Tianjian Pavilion.

Raise your hand and place your palm on the spine of the sword, a strong force is released from the palm, and it snaps with a loud noise.

Seeing this scene, the Tianjiange disciples on the side became angry at that time.

"What are you doing!"

"Bastard, you actually ruined this sword, die to me!"

"kill him!"

The four disciples quickly drew out their long swords, and rushed forward, encircling Ye Chen.

They swung their long swords continuously, and their movements were uniform, which was to display a set of sword skills like a formation.

"Innate invisible sword energy, break!"

The four of them stabbed forward with their swords at the same time, and an invisible sword energy was released silently.

Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, feeling with his heart, these sword qi seemed to have appeared in his mind.

With a wave of his hand, a palm force swept out, and immediately sent the sword energy back the way it came.

These four people were not strong enough, even with the blessing of Jianzhong's sword intent, they were still not opponents, or they were beaten on the spot by this palm to vomit blood.

"You ants, you dare to sneak attack on me, you really don't know how to live or die!"

With a cold snort, Ye Chen unleashed his sword intent, and with the help of the raging sword energy here, killed these four people in one fell swoop.

After doing all this, Ye Chen didn't stay any longer, but left quickly and went to the next floor.