The seventh day of the second month.

After the death of the cultivators of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, the sword they held during their lifetime would be inserted into their graves.

The sword tomb of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect was only buried dozens of swords when the sect was founded. Later, after dozens of generations of people casting swords, hiding swords, and gathering swords, the number of swords buried in this sword tomb reached a huge amount of millions.

Every cultivator of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect can go to the sword tomb to summon his own sword.

The sky at Jian Tomb is gloomy and the heavy pressure makes people breathless.

The old man guarding the tomb of the sword tomb was sitting on a wooden chair. The four treasures of the study were placed on the table in front of him. The old man had been watching over the sword tomb for many years. He had seen countless genius disciples entering and leaving the sword tomb in his life, such as Li Yunfei, Liu Bai, Chen Tianyuan, Wang Tianlong, Nangong Buluo, Song Haoran, etc.

Those monks with extraordinary talents and extraordinary charm all have the impression of the tomb guarding the old man; when they saw them take out their swords from the sword tomb, the tomb guarding the old man felt that the younger man was afraid.

Today is the seventh day of the second lunar month. Jian Wuji, who has already achieved great perfection in the Qi training period, came to the sword tomb alone according to the instructions of his master Kunjun.

The old man guarding the tomb had spots on his face. He stroked his yellow beard and looked at Jian Wuji weakly, and asked, "What's your name? Are you a monk from that pavilion?"

Jian Wuji replied expressionlessly: "Lingkong Pavilion, Jian Wuji."

The old man guarding the tomb had never seen a young man, but the old man had heard of Jian Wuji's name, the old man, who was the old man's closed disciple, had many monks from Jian Tomb mentioned him. If we count by seniority, Jian Wuji would have to call himself uncle.

If you want to say that Master Junkun has accepted three disciples in his life, they are all amazing, but unfortunately! They all died of misfortune.

Master Junkun is old and may return to heaven at any time; at that time, as long as he dies, the inheritance of the Lingkong Pavilion will probably be cut off. No wonder he is anxious to ask Jian Wuji to call the sword tomb.

The old man guarding the tomb put away his complicated thoughts, threw a sign to Jian Wuji, and said, "In three hours, no matter whether the sword is summoned or not, you must come out; your cultivation is still low now, and if you force the sword to summon it, you may be in danger of your life."

Jian Wuji took the sign with a expressionless face, clasped his fist at the old man and said, "Thank you."

Seeing Jian Wuji walk into the sword tomb without saying a word, the old man guarding the tomb was old after all; he was about to sleep for a while, another man came to the sword tomb.

The man had a tiger back and bear waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was majestic. He took steady steps to the side of the old man guarding the tomb, and spoke like a bell, "Chu Moyang from Bajian Pavilion has seen senior!"

The old man guarding the tomb was frightened and quickly got up. He waved his hand and said, "Chu Moyang, please keep your voice down, I don't know you."

Chu Moyang smiled, leaned over, lowered his eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Senior, why haven't you come to our Bajian Pavilion to sit in recently? We brothers miss you very much."

The old man guarding the tomb was bored a few days ago, so he left Jianzhong and went to Bajian Pavilion. However, the unlucky people in Bajian Pavilion almost demolished all his old bones. The old man guarding the tomb became angry when he thought about it. He glanced at Chu Moyang and felt that this dark-hearted boy must have deliberately shouted such a loud voice to scare him.

The old man guarding the tomb pretended to be disgusted and glanced at Chu Moyang, saying, "You have been in the art for eighteen years. You have only been in the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir Stage to call the sword. It has only been a year since Jian Wuji has entered the art for one year, and the cultivation level of the Qi training stage has been in. No! Look, it's still ahead of you."

Chu Moyang scratched his head and said, "I can compare with Jian Wuji. I am not a personal disciple..."

The old man guarding the tomb interrupted Chu Moyang and said, "Don't talk to me, if you have the ability, go to the sword tomb and call me a good sword for me to see."

Chu Moyang said, "Then you have to give me a sign, otherwise I can't pass the barrier of the sword tomb."

The old man guarding the tomb threw the sign to Wu Di and said helplessly: "Get out of here."

Chu Moyang laughed and said, "Senior, okay, I'll leave now."

The old man guarding the tomb looked around and found that no one was there; he yawned and narrowed his eyes again.

"Hello, senior." A gentle voice interrupted the old man's dream.

"Are you annoying?" The old tomb guard who had been broken three times raised his head helplessly. He looked at the young man in front of him listlessly and asked, "Are you from that pavilion again?"

The well-dressed young man bowed and said, "Liuyun Pavilion, Li Chang'an."

"From Liuyun Pavilion?" The old man guarding the tomb muttered regretfully. After handing the sign to Li Changan, the old man instructed: "It's much more polite than the two guys in front. Go and go early and come back soon."

Li Changan took the sign handed over by the old man and nodded to the old man with a smile.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at Li Changan's back and felt a little familiar, very similar to the back of the man back then. The old man guarding the tomb sighed, threw away his complicated thoughts, and squinted his eyes and dozed off again.

Three hours passed quickly.

After the old man guarding the tomb woke up, he silently pinched his fingers and calculated the time, "It will be three hours soon! What swords will these guys bring out?"

The first person to come out of the sword tomb barrier was Chu Moyang. He carried a heavy sword that was not much smaller than him! The sword body was pitch black and sheathless, and it was big but without a sharp edge!

The old man guarding the tomb looked at Chu Moyang happily and exclaimed: "Shan Tai? Sword of Tai?" The old man guarding the tomb quickly picked up paper and pen and wrote a line of words on the small notebook in front of him, "In the 18th year of Chengping in the Han Dynasty, on the seventh day of the second month, Wu Di, the sword of the sword tomb ranked 15th in Taishan!"

The old man guarding the tomb just wrote this passage, and looked up and saw someone walking out of the barrier. He reached out and wiped his eyes, looking at Jian Wuji in disbelief. Jian Wuji was still expressionless at this moment, but his expression seemed to be a little tired.

Jian Wuji was holding a sword in his hand. This sword was much longer than an ordinary sword, at least four feet and three inches. The hilt of the scabbard was pitch black. The scabbard was entangled with the iron chain on the hilt, causing the sword body to be connected to the scabbard, so it should be difficult for this sword to draw out the sword.

The old man guarding the tomb rolled and swallowed his saliva. He calmed down his shock and continued to write a line of words behind Chu Moyang, "In the 18th year of Chengping in the Han Dynasty, on the seventh day of the second month, Lingkongge Jian Wuji, and got the third sword in the sword tomb - not afraid of Shura!"

The old man guarding the tomb retracted his shocked mind, looked at the direction of the exit of the sword tomb, and waited for the last man to come out.

After a while, the old man guarding the tomb finally arrived at Li Chang'an. Before, the old man was shocked when he saw Jian Wuji take out Shura without fear, but after looking at the sword in Li Chang'an's hand, the old man guarding the tomb's expression was not only shocked, but also more unbelievable.

The old man picked up his pen and wrote a line of words tremblingly: "In the 18th year of Chengping in the Han Dynasty, on the seventh day of the second month, Li Chang'an, Liuyun Pavilion, got the sword tomb, ranked last in the sword tomb - Sanjin Goose".

Li Changan looked at the rusty scrap iron bar in his hand and couldn't suppress the question in his heart, "What the hell is this sword?"

The old man walked to Li Changan and held a rust sword named "Sanjin Goose". "You are Xiao Yichen's disciple!"

Li Changan nodded.

The old man guarding the tomb smacked his lips and said, "You are lucky!"

Li Changan was puzzled and asked, "Senior, what do you mean? Could it be that this sword still has a secret?"

"No!" The old man guarding the tomb shook his head and said, "I have only heard of this sword that ranks the last, but I have never seen it before. The ability to take out this sword is enough to show that you are very powerful!"

Li Changan looked at the rusty sword in his hand that looked like an iron bar and said awkwardly: "No, since he ranks the most, how could he be powerful?"

The old man guarding the tomb explained to Li Changan: "The ranking first and the ranking last are both proofs of strength; just like the ranking first sword, this last sword has never been summoned!"
Chapter completed!