The higher you go, the fewer swords, and to the top, there is only one sword left.

Just as Chu Jingzhe saw the sword on the peak, his eyes were immediately attracted and he could no longer move away.

The sword was pitch black all over, with a simple and grand shape. It stood proudly at the top, like a born king, looking down on the world. Even if countless magical swords below could only become a foil in front of it.

With just one glance, Chu Jingzhe could confirm that this is the original body of the Star Fallen Sword.

At this moment, a light flashed on his arm, and the sword soul of the Star Fallen Sword appeared independently, making a cheerful sound, hovering in the air.

At the same time, at the top of the sword tower in the lake, the ancient black sword also felt the summoning of the sword soul, and trembled slightly, resonating with it.

However, the sword soul did not enter its original body at the first time. It seemed that the thousand-year separation made them a little strange and could not merge at the first time.

Although they are originally one, they have been separated by thousands of years. One has been wandering into the cage of Jiuzhou and the other has been sleeping in the sword tomb.

The Star Fallen Sword, which has lost its sword soul, is like an empty shell. Although it still cuts iron like mud, making countless magical swords in the sword tomb look down, it is like a walking corpse and is no longer complete.

Similarly, although the sword soul left the sword body is still unparalleled, it is no longer as peerless as it was before, like a lonely ghost.

Thousands of years ago, the sword soul was borrowed and the two realms were separated from each other.

Thousands of years later, they met again at the sword tomb, like a couple who had been separated for a long time, enjoying the joy of reunion.

The sword soul turned into a sword light, dancing around the sword body, endlessly lingering.

The sword body seemed to have been awakened for a long-clogged memory, and the resonance became more and more intense.

Although there was no language from beginning to end, Chu Jingzhe could feel their emotions and emotions.

I don’t know if they will say goodbye to each other during this reunion that they have been separated for thousands of years?

"You are reunited, but what about us? What about them?" Chu Jingzhe smiled bitterly and murmured.

Where are us?

What about them?

Perhaps, only those who are familiar with him can understand who these two sentences refer to.

Chu Jingzhe put away his emotions and looked at the lake.

The lake is as calm as a mirror. In addition to the sword tower composed of countless magical swords in the lake, Chu Jingzhe also saw a stone mountain dozens of feet high by the lake opposite.

Chu Jingzhe continued to move his eyes, and then he saw a huge green pine not far away. The trunk was thick like a giant pillar that penetrated the sky, with lush branches, covering the entire Jianshan Mountain below.

The countless pine needles are like sword energy hanging on the pine branches, swaying in the wind.

Chu Jingzhe was slightly stunned because this scene seemed familiar and was very similar to the pine tree at the top of Jianhui Peak.

With doubts, Chu Jingzhe walked towards the ancient pine.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the extraordinaryness of this ancient pine tree. The old skin cracked on the torso, like dragon scales. Before he could walk in front of him, he could feel the vigorous and majestic feeling of its body.

Chu Jingzhe came under the ancient pine trees and found that the ground was covered with golden pine branches. Some of them had rotted, and some had just fallen shortly after they were lifted up and stepped on them, as if they were stepping on a golden carpet.

At this moment, Chu Jingzhe saw a Taoist platform under the ancient pine in front of him, and a figure was sitting cross-legged on the Taoist platform.

It was a thin figure, snow-white hair, messy, and it seemed that it had not been taken care of for a long time.

A gray long gown was covered with pine needles, and he sat there quietly, as if he hadn't moved for a long time.

Moreover, his breath wandered like silk threads, as if it weren't for his extremely conspicuous position, even Chu Jingzhe might not have discovered his existence.

Chu Jingzhe walked forward slowly, on the one hand, he was cautious, and on the other hand, he was afraid of disturbing his cultivation.

Until he reached a close enough distance, suddenly, Chu Jingzhe's eyes exploded and he was completely stunned.

Because, he discovered that this was the old man he saw under the ancient pineapple at the top of Jianhuifeng Peak.

Whether it is body shape or appearance, he is just the same.

Could it be that the other party came here from other entrances while he was waiting for him to climb Jianshan?

Before, in front of the palace of Jianhui Peak, everyone was focused on the entrance of the sword tomb and the group of people who suddenly appeared in Zixiao Holy Land, and did not notice the old man sitting cross-legged under the ancient pine.

However, Chu Jingzhe noticed it.

Although this person looks like an ordinary octogenarian, he is extremely slow to move.

But it is precisely because of this that his extraordinaryness is revealed. Let me ask, if he is really an ordinary person, how could he appear here?

If he is really an ordinary person, how could he make the first generation of Sword Saint and the first of the other eight main peaks respect him?

"Old ancestor, how could he appear here?"

At this moment, a sound of stern came from behind Chu Jingzhe.

Ding Yi walked over with shock, staring at the old man under the ancient pine.

"Who is this senior?" Chu Jingzhe asked in a low voice.

Ding Yi paused and said, "He is the guardian of the sword tomb and the guardian saint of Wanjian Pavilion!"

A short sentence made Chu Jingzhe fall into deep thought. Sure enough, this old man has a great origin.

Rumor was that Ding Nanjian went to Jianhui Peak to follow him to practice swords for three years. After going down the mountain, he left Zhongzhou and went to Guanjian Cliff to understand his own swordsmanship.

Many people think that he had some insights at Guanjian Cliff, but they didn't know that the foundation of the sword art was the three years when Jianhui Peak was practicing swordsmanship.

As for the identity and name of the old man, Ding Yi didn't know.

However, my father once solemnly told him that this was a respected senior. Whether in terms of strength or seniority, looking at the entire continent, there were not many people who could compete with him.

Since Ding Yi's incident, the old man has been on Jianhui Peak, cleaning the pine needles and leaves on the ground, and has never gone down the mountain.

Later I learned that this ancestor had been in Jianhui Peak for a thousand years, cleaning the pine needles on the ground day after day.

Not to mention Ding Yi, even Ding Nanjian does not fully understand the past and identity of this ancestor.

"Disciple Ding Yi, I have met the ancestor!"

Ding Yi clasped his fists, knelt on one knee, and saluted respectfully.

"Chun Jingzhe, a disciple from the back mountain, has met senior!" Chu Jingzhe also bowed and bowed.

However, the old man was still sitting cross-legged on the platform, his eyelashes not trembling. If it weren't for the faint breath in his body wandering, the two of them would even feel that he had already transformed.

However, at this moment, the mutation broke out.

The pine needles under the two of them suddenly melted away, replaced by sharp sword energy. The sword energy suddenly exploded, rose up on the ground, and slashed towards the two of them.

Fortunately, both of them are top monsters who are the younger generation this year, and they reacted immediately, avoiding these sword energy while circulating their true energy to resist.

However, there are too many sword energy, which fills the entire void, and this place suddenly turns into a world of sword energy.
Chapter completed!