The sword pool is in Zhouyuan. This is a legend and a conjecture by many people over the years.

From the emergence of Zhou Dufu more than a thousand years ago to the passing of his quietly hundreds of years ago, this warlike peerless genius has challenged the powerful people in the entire continent countless times. His incredible realm strength has been greatly improved through these battles. On his way to the title of No. 1 strong man under the starry sky, countless people were defeated by the two broken swords.

In the battle of Luoyang, he defeated Emperor Taizong in front of the heroes of the world and countless masters of the Great Zhou. He defeated the Demon Lord outside the Xue Lao City, in front of countless powerful demons. In the Heavenly Book Tomb, he defeated the Pope. At the source of the Red River, he defeated the White Emperor, and there are many more... It can even be said that looking at the hundreds of years of history books, as long as he is a real strong man, he was once his defeated general.

In fact, apart from the several battles mentioned above, more so-called shocking battles did not happen in the world, but in Zhouyuan. Zhouyuan is Zhou Dufu's small world. He can have many conveniences and even tricks to fight here. This seems unfair, but his opponents have no objection to it because he is Zhou Dufu. He disdains to do this, and he does not need to do this. He just doesn't want those mediocre people to see him fighting. His opponents are naturally even more unwilling to be seen by the world in seeing his failure, so those battles happened in Zhouyuan, without spectators and recorders. No one knows the specific details of the battle except the parties involved, but only knows the uninnovative final victory or defeat.

Countless powerful men were defeated by his sword, some died, and some were alive, but their swords were all left in Zhouyuan and were left by the two broken divine swords, which ranked second in the Hundred Artifacts List.

Those swords are extraordinary, and many of them are even divine weapons on the list of hundreds of weapons, such as the Dragon Roar Sword worn by a prince of the Great Zhou royal family, and the famous sword called Zhatian, which is the top ten in the list of hundreds of weapons. According to legend, these famous swords left in Zhou Dufu were all thrown into a mountain pool by Zhou Dufu, which is the legendary sword pool. If the sword pool really exists, it is a monument erected by Zhou Dufu for himself. The peerless famous swords in the pool are his achievements and glory.

The most important thing for all practitioners who can enter Zhouyuan is to find the sword pool. Zhou Dufu's inheritance may be difficult to find, but any sword in the sword pool is a magic weapon, which can greatly increase the combat power of the practitioners, not to mention what it means if they can inherit the inheritance of those strong men from that year through those swords? How can it not be crazy? However, no one has ever found a sword pool. No one has even found a sword in Zhouyuan, which proves the rumors of the sword pool. Those famous swords that have disappeared must be hidden in a certain place in Zhouyuan.

As time goes by, the sword pool becomes more and more mysterious, and its status in the hearts of practitioners becomes more and more noble, even surpassing Zhouyuan itself, becoming a true legend in the world of cultivation. However, has no one really found a sword in Zhouyuan? Then why did Qijian and Liang Xiaoxiao walk upstream without hesitation after entering Zhouyuan? Why did Zhuang Huanyu also go there? Why could Chen Changsheng sense the sword intent on the cold pond, and the assassination of the demon clan was waiting for them there?

Whether in the human world or the demon realm, many forces have already vaguely found out about some news about the sword pool, or because someone picked up the scabbard of an ancient sword in the forest by the river many years ago? No, the real reason is that hundreds of years ago, a peerless genius from the Lishan Sword Sect once picked up a sword in the cold pond at the end of the river.

That peerless genius from the Lishan Sword Sect is called Su Li.

But where is the sword pool? The cold pond leads to the big lake on the other side of the cliff, and the big lake on the other side leads to the small lake near the grassland in front of Muyu, but there are no swords in these ponds or lakes. If you simply and roughly connect all these clues and connect these points into lines, you can see that the line points deep into the grassland. Then does this mean that the legendary sword pool may be in the grassland?

In fact, this is the inference of the vast majority of practitioners. The footprints of human practitioners and demons have been trampled throughout this Zhouyuan. After hundreds of years, I still haven't discovered the sword pool. Then the biggest possibility of the sword pool is to be hidden in this grassland, because only this grassland has not been investigated. Unfortunately, this inference can never be confirmed, and no one who enters the grassland that does not set the sun can go back. Therefore, those who have not entered the grassland that does not set the sun can never see the real picture in the grassland.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked into this grassland. They could see the truth, although they might not be able to transmit the real information back to the human world outside Zhou Garden. The sword intent summoned them to continue moving deep into the grassland, as if they wanted to take them to see the truth. However, when they saw Zhou Dufu's tomb, they still did not see the trace of the sword pool.

Now the sword intent is in his body. He is sure that this sword intent must come from the sword pool. He just doesn't know which famous sword intent belongs to hundreds of years ago and which celebrity.

The rain became heavier, so the wind passing through the tombs gradually became violent. Several green leaves fell from Xu Yourong's sycamore tree were previously shaken by the breath and stuck to the huge rock by the rain and snow. At this time, they were actually swept up by the strong wind. The green leaves were swept by the wind, rolling against the ground, coming to Chen Changsheng's feet, and then floated up and touching a corner of his clothes.

A sharp and sharp sound sounded, and at that moment, it covered up the sound of wind and rain.

The green leaf was cut into countless threads by the invisible sword intent. As soon as it was about to fly, it was beaten by the wind and rain.

On the Shinto hundreds of feet away, Nanke's little face, covered in rain, seemed to have become paler.

This scene made her even more alert, because she had never seen such a powerful sword intent. Yes, what she thought about here was the word "wei". Her teacher's black robe did not use a sword, her father, the Demon Lord, did not use a sword, and the Demon General, did not use a sword, but there were still countless powerful people using a sword, but she still... had never... seen such a powerful sword intent. This is just a sword intent, so sharp. If the sword body is still there, how terrifying would it be? Hundreds of years ago, which peerless strong man was the master of this sword intent, who had practiced the sword to this level? Hundreds of years ago, the master of this sword intent was, who had mastered the sword intent to practice the sword to this level.

The rain fell on the sword of the dagger, making a slap sound, washing the blood stains on it clean, bright, like a mirror.

Chen Changsheng looked at the sword, his eyes were as bright as a mirror.

In the Three Thousand Daozangs, there are countless explanations for sword intent, but only one statement is accepted by the authentic state religion - sword intent is sword consciousness.

Sword consciousness is not the spiritual consciousness of the sword, nor the intelligence of the sword, nor the spiritual object with life. Instead, the information residue attached to the sword's combat consciousness and experience after a long accumulation of long periods of accumulation. Use a better understanding but inaccurate method to explain: Sword consciousness is the knowledge of the sword. Sword consciousness is the residual information, or the essence of information, and the crystallization of combat consciousness, but it is not a specific objective existence, cannot be calculated, nor simulated, and feedback into the spiritual world of human beings is just a feeling.

He was feeling this at this time.

From this sword intent, he felt absolute confidence, supreme sharpness, contempt and disdain for the world. He felt the resistance and even hatred of this sword intent to this grassland. He felt the strong desire for freedom. Of course, the strongest feeling was joy, joy like excitement.

At the beginning, the person who used the sword was gone, the sword was still there, but later the sword was gone, leaving only the sword intent. This sword intent could not leave this grass garden, and was trapped, or imprisoned here, for a long time. For hundreds of years, it had been thinking about leaving at all times. Now it discovered the possibility of leaving, so it came to meet Chen Changsheng, as if a bird about to be out of the cage.

But he didn't know that the ecstasy of this sword intent, in addition to the possibility of leaving, also had the joy of intersecting with the old and old.

The huge and terrifying shadow occupied half of the sky, and the other half of the sky was covered with clouds. It was already night, and the light ball on the edge of the grassland was dim. Zhou Ling in the heavy rain became deeper and darker, like a huge black mountain. If Chen Changsheng was not in the black mountain at this time, he would definitely think of the huge obsidian coffin in the tomb.

Let's leave together.

Chen Changsheng turned around and glanced at Xu Yourong, and then said to the sword intent.

He looked at the Shinto in the heavy rain and at the Nanke.

Nanke looked at the Southern Cross sword in his hand, and there was a clear gap in the blade, which was the result of the intersecting of the two swords before. This sword was of course extraordinary, and it was a famous sword on the contemporary list of hundreds of weapons, but it was not as sharp as the ordinary short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand.

Each sword has its strongest place? She woke up from the shock brought by the sword intent and the news from the sword pool, figured out a lot of things, looked up at Chen Changsheng at the end of the gods, and his expression became indifferent and cold again.

"So what? That sword intent is indeed very powerful, but it finally became the defeated general in front of two broken swords. Do you think you can defeat me by relying on this sword intent? Or do you hope to leave Zhouyuan with this sword intent?"

She looked at Chen Changsheng and said, then spread her arms. The clear light illuminated the tomb in the heavy rain. Her wings turned into flowing light and disappeared. The two maids, Hua Cui and Ningqiu, knelt in the rain behind her, bowed their heads and dared not speak. They could only vaguely see that their face was pale. They should have been hurt by the sword intent before.

"The sword body of this sword intent has become scrap iron, or even gray smoke, so it can leave the sword pool, and the sword body is gone. How long can you rely on it for a sword intent that can only be consumed and cannot be replenished? Not to mention that the sword intent is a sword consciousness. With your current realm, you cannot comprehend this sword consciousness at all. If you don't understand sword skills, you are afraid that you can't even exert one thousandth of the power. If that's the case, why do you say that you can defeat me?"

In the heavy rain, as the childish voice kept ringing, Nanke's sword became more and more violent, slowly but without interruption, and his breath became more and more violent.

Chen Changsheng knew that she was not bluffing. If the swordsman's realm is strong enough, then whether he is meditating or fighting, he is tempering the sword intent at all times. But if the swordsman's realm is higher than that of the swordsman, then the battle will continue to consume the sword intent and cannot be supplemented.

"The most important thing is that I am not as good as you in the sword intent, so why do I still compete with you in the sword intent?" After saying this, Nanke raised the Southern Cross Sword.

She was still standing a hundred feet away, a long distance away from Chen Changsheng. She had already closed her wings and did not seem to try to narrow the distance between them. The most important change was that she used two hands to raise the sword this time. Her body was very petite and even thin. The Southern Cross Sword was very wide and straight. She raised it into the air with her two small hands. The picture looked a bit weird, like a child preparing to play with a big hammer, with a very distinct contrast.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng instantly guessed how she would draw the sword and understood that he had made a big mistake.

Since his greatest reliance on now is this powerful sword intent, he should not be too far away from him.

Different swords have different strengths, and a sword has many different sides. Sword intent is only part of the sword. In addition, there is also the sword force and the number of true energy attached to the sword. Those are important parts that are no less important than the sword intent. Nanke's sword depends on the influence of distance on the sword intent and forces him to use the sword force to fight with strength.

A sword light illuminates the dim sky and the tombs in the rainstorm.

A dark blue sword light broke away from the sword body of the Southern Cross Sword, dragging the fire tail like a meteorite, and slashed towards Chen Changsheng at the end of the gods.

Chen Changsheng's fingers holding the hilt of the sword were slightly white, and his lips were also a little white. I don't know if it was because of the injury or the rain was too cold.

A weak, but extremely certain voice rang behind him: "Use an umbrella."

The one who came up with the method was not the sword intent. The sword intent could not speak, and the person who spoke was Xu Yourong. Chen Changsheng didn't understand why she said this, but along the way, he knew that her realm and strength, especially her vision, was far superior to her. The most important thing was that he trusted her very much. So without any hesitation, without any thought, he raised the yellow paper umbrella.

With his movements, the sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella.

Not entering, but returning.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, but he felt that this meant that the sword intent had truly returned. Even the whole world felt the return of the sword intent. The grassland became extremely quiet, the beast tide surged, and countless monsters roared in fear or fury. Even the terrifying shadow in the sky seemed to fade a little at that moment.
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