Stunning beauty

Taibai Sword Formation.

Total darkness.

In the middle of the magic circle, the young figure fell to the ground. After an unknown amount of time, his right hand moved.

His spiritual consciousness was severely depleted. When Li Ziye opened his eyes again, he felt a splitting headache and was in pain.

Within the magic circle, the quiet needle drop could be heard, without any sound.

On the ground, Li Ziye tried to stand up several times, but failed again and again.

With his physical strength exhausted and his spiritual consciousness exhausted, Li Ziye's unfinished final move of the Flying Immortal Technique completely drained away all his strength.

At the end of the sword tomb, an ancient sword was stuck there, its brilliance dimmed, and it also made no sound.

In the sword formation, Li Ziye took a moment to catch his breath, worried about another accident, so he tried hard to crawl out of the sword formation.

The ground was dripping with blood, leaving a dazzling blood mark.

A test that no one paid too much attention to almost put the destined son of Kyushu to death. Over the millennia, everyone has almost forgotten that Li Taibai has never been a soft-hearted person.

The image of the sages will continue to be beautified in the hearts of future generations, until it rises to the level of God and is perfect.

However, Li Taibai, a thousand years ago, was known as the God of Swords who killed with a sword. Rather than saying that he was the God of Swords, Li Taibai was better said to be the God of Killing.

Li Ziye crawled for nearly a quarter of an hour over a distance of more than ten feet, and his body and body were already covered in blood.

After finally climbing out of the sword formation, Li Ziye lay on the ground and panted for a long time, without any strength left.

Outside the Sword Tomb, Master Taibai and the other pavilion masters, who had been waiting for nearly three hours, all felt very heavy at this moment.

Even though they don't want to admit it, they also know that the young people inside are probably in danger.

Over the past hundred years, all the Pavilion Masters and Deputy Pavilion Masters have successfully passed the test, making everyone gradually forget about the potential dangers in the Sword Tomb.

"Wait until sunset."

Outside the stone gate, Master Taibai glanced at the sky and said, "If he can't come out before sunset, we will go in and bring him out."

Behind them, the masters and deputy masters of the Thirteen Swords Pavilion all fell silent, and no one answered.

At sunset, they went in to see the young man off.

At this moment, in the dark sword tomb, Li Ziye lay down outside the sword formation, panting for half an hour, looking at the ancient swords in front of him, and tried his best to crawl over.

If he guessed correctly, these swords should be the keys to get out.

Not long after, Li Ziye climbed up to an ancient sword and was about to use his spiritual consciousness to explore it when suddenly, he felt severe pain in his head again.

"Li Taibai, your uncle!"

Unable to vent his anger, Li Ziye covered his head and cursed, lying on the ground breathing heavily.

With his spiritual consciousness overdrawn, Li Ziye finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he could only observe the ancient sword in front of him with his naked eyes.

Swords of different shapes were all collected by Li Taibai with great effort. None of them were too bad. Of course, there were still considerable differences between each sword.

However, these internal differences cannot be discerned with the naked eye alone.

Li Ziye, who no longer has the power of spiritual consciousness, has only one choice left, and he chooses blindly based on luck.

Anyway, it’s not too bad. No matter how unlucky you are, you will only get the worst one.

So, Li Ziye directly chose the one that looked the most pleasing to the eye.

The golden long sword was gleaming with golden light, and it looked so domineering. It was very comparable to the golden sword he had bribed Lao Qin with.

"It's you!"

Li Ziye stained a little blood on his body, smeared it on the sword, and performed the master recognition ceremony according to the procedure.

The next moment, the golden light on the golden sword was brilliant and dazzling.

"Boom."

The golden sword recognizes its owner. In front of the sword tomb, the stone door opens in response, and the sunlight shines in, dispelling the darkness.

Outside the sword tomb, Master Taibai and others, who had already given up, saw surprise on their faces when they saw the stone door open.

People are still alive!

"Go in and take a look!"

Master Taibai said, and then quickly entered the sword tomb.

Behind him, all the pavilion masters followed closely behind.

Inside the sword tomb, blood could be seen everywhere, and it was obvious that a tragic battle had just occurred.

"over there."

The sharp-eyed Tu Ling was the first to see the young figure lying at the end of the sword array and exclaimed.

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked over and their hearts sank.

Behind Master Taibai, Hua Feihua, the master of the Tenth Sword Pavilion, stepped forward quickly, looked at the figure on the ground, and asked with concern, "Deputy Pavilion Master Li, how are you?"

"Can't get up."

Li Ziye replied weakly, "But he's not dead yet."

Hua Feihua reached out and held his arm. A long stream of true energy entered his body, hoping to heal his injuries.

However, after the true energy enters the body, it quickly dissipates, leaving no trace behind.

Hua Feihua felt this, and her expression became completely solemn.

His body was actually in such bad shape.

While Hua Feihua was doing her best to heal Li Ziye's injuries, the master of Taibai stepped forward and was quite surprised when he saw the sword chosen by the young man in front of him.

It turned out to be this one.

How should I put it? None of the swords in the Sword Tomb are too bad. Any one of them can be regarded as a magic weapon. However, this golden sword is a relatively poor one.

For thousands of years, almost no Pavilion Master or Deputy Pavilion Master would choose this sword.

Generally speaking, it is usable, but it is flashy. There are better ones everywhere.

Behind them, several pavilion masters and deputy pavilion masters also saw this result and looked at each other, but no one said anything.

This kid has good strength and average eyesight.

They used their feet to choose better than him!

"Someone, please carry Deputy Pavilion Master Li out first."

When everyone stared at each other, Hua Feihua stood up and spoke.

"I come."

Yan Zhizhou stepped forward and picked up the young man on his back.

On the side, Tu Ling picked up the golden sword, observed it, and couldn't help but murmured in his heart.

Back then, when she was choosing a sword, to be honest, she had considered this one, but she gave up because she was afraid of being scolded by the Pavilion Master.

Although the quality of this sword is a bit poor, its appearance is really attractive.

What woman can resist such a golden thing?

Everyone left one after another. Behind them, Hua Feihua carefully observed the dim ancient sword in front of her, and reminded her, "Master of the courtyard."

"Ah."

Dean Taibai nodded and responded, "I see it."

Ten handfuls!

Simply unbelievable.

"We still underestimated the strength of this young man."

Hua Feihua said calmly, "Master, we must make a decision."

"Let's talk after we go out."

Master Taibai said something, then turned and walked towards the outside of the sword tomb.

The eight swords represent the potential of those who enter the formation to enter the divine realm.

The Nine Swords show that it is almost certain that the breaker will enter the divine realm in the future.

As for the Ten Swords, there is only one explanation. The young man now has the power of the god level.