Soul Devouring Sword Master

Knives, swords, guns, sticks...

There are many weapons, but swords and guns are the main ones.

At this time, many warriors came here, sitting cross-legged in front of a weapon, concentrating on it, as if they were comprehending something.

"Come on, let's go there!"

Luo Ying said.

As a result, everyone flashed and quickly flew down, walking into the remaining battlefield.

"What a strong artistic atmosphere!"

Lin Xiao's expression moved, and as soon as it fell, he felt that the sword intention, the sword intention, and the artistic conception of various other weapons were all emanating from these weapons, which was quite strong.

No wonder, these warriors are sitting in front of weapons, using them to enhance their artistic conception.

Of course, for Lin Xiao, what he is most familiar with and most keen on is sword intention.

Moreover, there are many swords in this battlefield.

Some swords are already studied by people, while some swords have no one.

Everyone walked for a while.

"This knife is good. I'm going to understand the meaning of the knife here. You go!"

Suddenly, Luo Ying opened his mouth and pointed at a knife not far away. He saw that the knife seemed to be made of bronze. It had been corroded by time and looked rusty or even damaged, but it exuded a domineering feeling. With the aura of being alone, the owner of this sword during his lifetime was definitely a vigorous and resolute swordsman.

After the words fell, Luo Ying walked to the knife, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

So the others also dispersed, each looking for a matching artistic conception.

Lin Xiao moved forward based on his feelings. This battlefield was very large. He found that the artistic conception and aura of these weapons were different. Some were very strong, some were very slight, and some even had no color.

From the beginning to the end, he did not see a person pulling out these weapons, because these weapons were seriously damaged and their spirituality had disappeared. The only thing of value was the aura remaining on them.

If it is pulled out, the breath may dissipate, so what's the use of a piece of scrap metal? If not, it might even attract complaints from others.

Walking in the jungle of these weapons, Lin Xiao directly exuded his own sword intention. The sword intention resonated with the sword intention and would help him find the right place.

On the way, he saw an orc with a long sword on his back and sitting cross-legged in front of a sword.

"Orc sword cultivator?"

Lin Xiao was startled for a moment. This was the first time he had seen it. In his understanding, orcs were physically powerful and practiced mostly fierce boxing and palm techniques. Even if they used weapons, they were only maces and irons. A heavy hammer weapon.

As for someone using a sword, this was his first time seeing him.

However, this man was also carrying a huge sword, as wide as an arm and three meters long.

This is a white ape orc with bulging muscles all over his body and looks quite powerful.

As if aware of Lin Xiao's gaze, the sword intent on the white ape orc suddenly rose up, pressing down like a mountain. Lin Xiao's expression condensed, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He quickly controlled his energy to offset it.

"This sword intent... is so strong... could it be..."

"Sword Intention of the Mountain!"

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed. The sword intent just now was not sharp, but gave people a strong pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. The sword intent that the other party understood should be the way of the mountain and the line of oppression. This is also Matches the greatsword.

"My sword intention must enter the Tao as soon as possible!"

Lin Xiao whispered in his heart, feeling ashamed. As a sword cultivator, his original power has reached the first level of perfection, but his sword intention has not yet entered the Tao.

Above the sword intention is the way of the sword, which is divided into entering the way, breaking the way and the extreme way, which respectively correspond to the third level of the original power.

Entering the Tao is further subdivided into vehicle, Mahayana and peak, corresponding to the achievement, great achievement and perfection of the first-order origin.

In other words, as long as the sword intention enters the Tao, that is, the power is comparable to the original power of the first level of success, the Mahayana is comparable to the Dacheng, and the peak corresponds to perfection.

Of course, some special sword intentions are stronger.

Lin Xiao continued to walk forward and saw many sword cultivators sitting cross-legged one after another, all comprehending in front of a sword. Each sword exuded strong sword intent.

In fact, Lin Xiao also saw some swords that exuded sword intent, but no one understood it, but he wanted to find a sword with stronger sword intent, so that his sword intent could improve faster.

Not long after, Lin Xiao had passed by hundreds of swords and saw many sword cultivators, so he continued to move forward.

"This seems to be a forest of swords!"

Looking around, Lin Xiao whispered, looking up, there were swords all around, including long swords, short swords, daggers and even double swords. Some of them were meditating.

Lin Xiao exuded sword intent, coupled with spiritual power, looking for the most suitable one.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and his originally stable mental power suddenly fluctuated.

"There!"

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed and he immediately walked over based on his feeling.

Soon, his eyes locked on a sword.

This is a long sword that seems to be made of fine steel. There is not much damage on the sword, but it is covered with rust and dust. The blade that should have been sharp and sharp is dull.

Half of the sword's body was buried in the ground, and it looked ordinary. What was important was that not a single trace of the sword's intention was released.

No wonder there are many sword cultivators who have learned about the swords around, but no one cares about this sword.