Countless swords trembled at the same time, making a crisp sound of swords.

In just ten breaths, all the swordstones disappeared, and the place returned to peace.

There was an old man with disheveled hair. He was hunched over and walked through the sword tomb, his eyes were green and like a ghost.

Two disciples from Jiange who practiced swords late at night were all shocked when they walked by this place together.

"Which mad old man is this servant, how dare he appear in the sword tomb? Only my disciples from Jian Pavilion can come here to choose a sword!"

A female disciple angrily said: "Senior Brother Wu, let's drive him out."

“…”

The man called Senior Brother Wu did not speak.

He looked at him for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "Junior sister, he is Senior Deng Xiaoyao, the junior brother of the Pavilion Master."

"Deng Xiaoyao, whose sword energy lies across 30,000 miles?"

The female disciple's expression changed: "Senior Brother Wu, you know, Senior Xiaoyao suddenly disappeared sixty years ago."

"It's impossible to read it wrong."

Senior Brother Wu said excitedly: "I have seen the same jade pendant hanging around his waist from the Pavilion Master!"

"Two little babies, let me ask you something. Whose good grandson Deng Shu died at the hands of whom?"
Chapter completed!