The Sword Tomb is vast and boundless, a great hall, entrenched in the center where thousands of swords rise and fall.

Inside, it's like a cave.

Most of the ancient swords are silent. Although they have not died, they have been erected in the earth and have never left.

"This emperor's weapon is destined to my Yiqi Immortal Sect."

"I want it."

Behind a protector, a pillar of aura light appeared. It turned out to be an imperial soldier, glowing with vast auras intertwining and reaching the sky.

He rushed into the sword tomb with everyone, grabbed it with his big hand, and directly suppressed a relatively complete ancient sword of the imperial weapon.

Zheng!

The ancient sword of the imperial weapon glowed, resurrected directly, and filled the sky with anger.

Obviously being disturbed, Liu Guang was struggling.

"You have lost the master's blessing. You have been here in silence for countless years. If you can't compete, please belong to our Immortal Sect. Our sect can help you return to the top and prevent you from languishing here until death."

That protector has reached the sixth level of calamity.

The strength was too tyrannical, so I used the imperial soldiers to suppress them, using most of their power to block the sky and suppress the imperial soldiers.

at the same time.

"I want this ancient sword from Tiange."

"I, Tianyu Pavilion, want this ancient sword."

The major guardians rushed into the sword tomb and broke the formation. Many ancient imperial swords revived and bloomed with unparalleled power, and some were even complete.

They took action one after another to capture the ancient sword emperor soldiers who were pursuing their respective desires.

Buzz buzz!

The sword mound shook, and countless sword energy erupted.

Thousands of ancient swords, some reaching the level of imperial weapons, some incomplete, some complete, are all angry.

"It's useless to resist. Since your master has died in the years, no one will protect you now, and you have no right to choose."

There are defenders who are unruly and strong.

boom!

An ancient sword emperor soldier wanted to soar into the sky and resist, but unfortunately the sword energy exploded and was directly suppressed.

Dozens of imperial soldiers were trembling and trying their best to resist.

The huge pressure, coupled with the imperial soldiers controlled by many guardians, made it impossible for them to break free.

"The sword is moaning."

Chu Feng looked from afar and saw that he was a sword cultivator and a master among sword cultivators.

I have a deep feeling about swords.

Behind him, the Tongyou Ancient Sword and the Killing Demon Sword both revealed traces of anger.

The sword in the sword tomb dies with its master. When the master dies, the sword's heart is destroyed.

They have no intention of fighting, they want to sleep, accompany their master, and wait for death.

But now, these defenders are rushing into it to plunder.

Forcibly suppressed and refined.

Wan Jian is angry.

It's a pity that it's useless, they have been silent for too long, and some have lost too much edge.

"It's a useless, rotten sword. The origin of the imperial army has never been consolidated and replenished. You can't compete now!"

Many defenders are so confident.

However.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a huge coercion burst out from the sword tomb.

Chi Chi Chi!

On the ground, five sword energies suddenly burst out.

next moment.

The sword energy expanded and turned into a big hand made of concentrated sword energy, twisting in the air.

boom!

The pressure endured by thousands of ancient swords disappeared in an instant.

"Who?" Many of the defenders exclaimed, their hearts shocked.

From within the Sword Tomb, there was such power that it broke through their suppression.

"In the sword tomb, the sword and the master sleep. Since they don't want to be born, why force it."

An old voice came from the depths of the Sword Tomb.

The voice is old and plain, like an eternal abyss, endlessly calm.

Someone!

A moment.

Everyone's expressions are changing.
Chapter completed!