Chapter 325: Sword Sect, Sword Venerable

The "Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool" is in a valley due north of Wuyang Peak, with a unique location and constant whistling mountain winds.

At this time, the valley entrance was blocked by restrictions and arrays, and only a rotating spiritual energy vortex could be seen, unable to see the situation inside.

The elders and disciples from various peaks who came to watch the sword had to stand outside the valley entrance, chatting in groups of three or five.

Nangong Liluo and her four disciples stood in the corner.

Heng Xian glanced around and found that there were quite a few acquaintances: Lin Shuyu, Huo Yuanqing, Bai Lianhua, Niu Wanli, Tong Quezi, Liu Yu, Wu Tong, Luo Sihai, Zhao Wuming, and Zhang Yu'er and a group of Earth Ranking disciples were all there.

Ma Xiaohua was also looking around, whispering: "Yaotian Peak Peak Master Uncle Zhao Qingzhi, Huxiao Peak Peak Master Uncle Bao Bu Tian are all here, enough weight!"

Saying this, he pointed in a direction: "Junior Martial Brother, look quickly, Peak Master Uncle Bai Chun San's Dao companion, Aunt-Master Su, the one who fought with Master a few days ago and scratched Master's claw!"

Heng Xian looked over and found it was a middle-aged woman, extremely beautiful, chatting and laughing with people, except for her deep cultivation, there was nothing special.

His gaze shifted to Lin Shuyu, who was not far away in a direct disciple uniform, with her back straight, long hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, with her own fairy aura, and she was incredibly beautiful.

Standing in front of Lin Shuyu was a Taoist nun in her thirties with a serious face, who should be the Peak Master of Yaotian Peak, Zhao Qingzhi, who was explaining something to a group of female disciples.

"Junior Martial Brother?" Ma Xiaohua patted Heng Xian, "What are you looking at?"

Heng Xian reacted and said: "Not looking at anything, I feel that Master's popularity seems not very good!"

Ma Xiaohua looked around, sure enough, the major elders and peak masters were chatting in groups of three or five, only no one talked to Nangong Liluo, so he said: "Yes, the popularity is really awkward!"

"Ha!" Nangong Liluo said with disdain, "Why should I make friends with this bunch of idiots, it's just falling in status!"

The voice was a bit loud, and as soon as the words fell, the front of the valley was dead silent, and countless eyes looked over.

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian looked at each other and immediately lowered their heads to look at the ground silently.

Nangong Liluo was still indifferent, crossing her arms: "Looking over is also a bunch of idiots!"

"You..." The elders of various peaks glared at each other.

The beautiful woman said coldly: "Nangong girl, you are really crazy, which of these fellow disciples on the peak has offended you?"

Nangong Liluo sneered: "Su Qinxin, I said it, so I said it, aren't you idiots? Twelve peaks, can't find a single person who entered the Sword Sect. The Tianyuan Ancestor entered the Dao with the sword extreme, and was able to open a sect. Thinking about it, how ridiculous? I'm afraid you're going to lose face later!"

The faces of the elders of various peaks instantly became extremely ugly.

Wuyang Peak Peak Master Bai Chun San's wife, Su Qinxin, also had a face that turned white and red: "Have you ever entered the Sword Sect?"

Nangong Liluo laughed: "Kuliu lineage inherited the ancestor's only sword extreme inheritance, I entered the Sword Sect sixty years ago, do you want me to test the sword for you to see?"

Su Qinxin and a group of elders were speechless. Nangong Liluo was the first genius and demon girl of the Tianyuan Sect sixty years ago before she went crazy, famous in Dongyu, who would compare with her?

Not far away, Zhao Qingzhi and Bao Bu Tian looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Heng Xian listened curiously and asked Ma Xiaohua in a low voice: "What is the Sword Sect?"

Ma Xiaohua whispered back: "This is a term for sword-using cultivators. Mastering sword form and sword bone can be called a swordsman. Mastering a kind of sword intent and reaching the seventh level of heat can be called a sword master.

Mastering more than two kinds of sword intent, all reaching the ninth level or above, can be called a Sword Sect!

Mastering more than three kinds of sword intent, all comprehending the ninth level or above, can be called a Sword Venerable, and there are sword Dao entering mystery, sword Dao entering void, and sword entering rules, the Heavenly Sword Saint, it's divine, I tell you..."

Heng Xian pondered for a moment, more than two kinds of sword intent, seven or eight points of heat, can be called a Sword Sect?

He seemed to have mastered exactly two kinds of sword intent.

Just then, Lin Shuyu, the big-breasted and charming Bai Lianhua, the honest Niu Wanli, and Huo Yuanqing and others all subconsciously looked at him.

Heng Xian buried the sword by the river in the Jianhai Guji and comprehended the "Sword Intent of Sorrow," which is hard for a group of people to forget.

Heng Xian returned a faint smile.

A group of people turned their heads coldly, including Lin Shuyu.

Heng Xian didn't care, and continued to listen to his senior brother's nagging.

Just then, a large group of people flew over from the high altitude of the distant cliff.

Zhao Qingzhi, Bao Bu Tian, Nangong Liluo, and others immediately greeted them: "The guests from various sects have arrived!"

The elders and disciples of various peaks at the valley entrance hurriedly stepped aside.

Soon, the group landed, and they were the guests from the six major sects, including the Lingjian Sect, and their clothing was distinct—

Lingjian Sect is white, with a sword embroidered on the chest.

Luoxia Valley is red, with a flute on the chest.

Donghuang Palace is yellow, with a jade seal on the chest.

Da Luo Holy Sect is white and blue, with a book on the chest.

Qingshan Sect is purple, with a beast pattern on the chest.

Another group of people wearing yellow Taoist robes should be the disciples of the mysterious "Tongtian Pavilion" among the fourteen sects.

In the middle, Zhen Jing, Bai Chun San, Liu Hanchun, and Xu Qianmen led a group of elders to surround six people. Among the six, an old man with white hair and beard, a strong physique, and eyes like swords walked in the main position without giving way.

And behind the old man, there were three or four boys with peculiar appearances, surrounded by sword Qi, who seemed to have an extraordinary status.

Zhao Qingzhi and Bao Bu Tian and others greeted them, cupping their hands to the old man: "Greetings, Senior Kutan and fellow Daoists!"

"No need to be polite, it is we who are disturbing your sect!" The white-haired old man was Daoist Kutan, laughing, looking at Nangong Liluo: "Miss Nangong is still like a fairy, it seems the rumors are not true!"

Nangong Liluo said carelessly: "The rumors are of course not true, I have always been a fairy!"

Daoist Kutan laughed: "Miss Nangong is worthy, I don't know how your father is?"

Nangong Liluo suddenly pulled her face down: "Don't know!"

Bai Chun San and Bao Bu Tian looked at each other, Zhao Qingzhi immediately replied: "Master has been in seclusion for nearly sixty years, I think he will leave seclusion soon, don't bother Senior to worry!"

"Oh." Daoist Kutan laughed again, "Then let's get straight to the point, open the valley, and enter the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool?"

"Okay!" Bai Chun San took a few steps forward, walked to the valley restriction, and formed seals with both hands, hitting one restriction seal after another.

"Hum—"

The spiritual energy vortex suddenly dissipated, and a rich spiritual energy, sword Qi, and evil Qi rushed towards them.

Only then did the valley reveal its true face, the area was large, the vegetation and trees were abnormally deformed and twisted, and even looked a bit ferocious.

In the deepest part of the valley, there was a huge water pool, the water was green, and a rock similar to a dragon bone wound and coiled from the bottom of the pool to the mountain wall in the water pool, but only the "dragon back" could be seen, not the "dragon head," because the "dragon head" was covered by a roaring and roaring waterfall.

The waterfall flow was very turbulent, but looking from afar, it was not water that flowed, but swords, a flow composed of countless swords...

This scene of craftsmanship and the strong sword Qi and evil Qi rushing towards them made people's hearts shocked!

Daoist Kutan laughed: "Ten thousand ancient sword Qi, the evil dragon's true breath still exists today, the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool, it is truly not false!"

Bai Chun San said: "Senior Kutan's words are very true, the existence of the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool is very meaningful!"

Kutan stroked his beard and said: "When I was young, I was friends with Big Brother Nangong Lingtian, and once begged Big Brother Nangong to take me here to practice for three years.

This Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool has an ancient dragon breath lingering at the bottom of the pool, which has not dissipated for a long time, and there are ten thousand sword Qi lingering around the pool water, in a surrounding and suppressing posture.

If someone uses sword Qi to chop, the ten thousand sword Qi will gather on their own, treating your sword as a fellow Daoist, and then use your sword Qi to chop the dragon breath!

The greater the reaction of the ten thousand swords, the greater the dragon roar, representing a person's sword Dao cultivation and future!"

Bai Chun San stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "Senior Kutan's words are very true, although our Tianyuan Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool has been unknown these years, it is a real sword Dao holy land. If you practice sword with this pool, you will get twice the result with half the effort!"

Kutan stroked his beard and said: "Peak Master Bai is so good at talking, then... everyone, let's go in?"

After speaking, he walked in first.

The rest of the six sects' people and Bai Chun San, Nangong Liluo, Bai Butian, and a group of elders and disciples followed in one after another.

Heng Xian scanned the disciples of the six sects and found that there were many acquaintances inside: Xiao Yujian, Huangfu Taiqing, Si Tu Nan Fei, Du Qiyue, Zixi...

Most importantly, Xie Lingyu, who has bright eyes and white teeth, and is cute and likable, also smiled at him, revealing a pair of tiger teeth and dimples.

Heng Xian smiled, just about to step forward to say hello, when he was pulled by someone behind him: "Senior Brother Heng, please wait, please serve the guests!"

Heng Xian looked back, most people had already entered, and only he, Lin Shuyu, Huo Yuanqing, Bai Lianhua, Niu Wanli, Liu Yu, Luo Sihai and a group of people and the serving disciples of Wuyang Peak remained in place.

A group of people looked at each other, it seems everyone is a serving disciple.