My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

Just when Shen Gufeng was full of thoughts.

Another hundred breaths passed in the sword tomb.

Jiang Zhiwei was still standing there.

She did not try to release the sword intent a second time.

He just stood there with his eyes lowered, as if immersed in some perception.

The disciples around who had already found their swords now all had expressions of gloating.

"Is this the so-called Sword Immortal's posture?"

"Haha, I think it's just like that!"

"I was worried that she would be like the previous evildoers, attracting a large number of ancient swords and making us become a background figure... She really scared herself."

"But that's good too. At least we don't have to pick up the swords she left behind, hahahaha——"

"Jiang Zhiwei? Nothing special!"

The words are sharp and the attitude is contemptuous.

Many people vented all the anxiety they had felt because of her at this moment.

Some even chuckled:

"If she had known this, she should have known better from the beginning and not come here to embarrass herself."

……

Just when all this was happening.

Swah——

A flash of sword light suddenly illuminated the entire venue!

"Boom!!!"

The clear sound of the sword fell into everyone's ears, awakening their minds!

And those disciples who were still choosing their swords all trembled, and an inexplicable chill surged in their hearts. Even the sword intent in their bodies was involuntarily suppressed and retreated!

Even the swords in the hands of some people, which had recognized their masters, began to emit a subtle sword hum, and faintly... there was a hint of fear!

"what's the situation?!"

"Why is my sword suddenly unstable?!"

"Damn, this sword intent... is so fierce, it can actually suppress our swords?!"

"This kind of sword intent is definitely not of ordinary Saint level!"

At this moment, in front of the light curtain outside the sword tomb.

Seeing this, the Sword Sect elders nodded slightly:

"Indeed, to be able to release such pressure towards us through the light curtain... This must be the resonance inspired by the holy-grade, top-grade ancient sword!"

"And there's more than one!"

"I sensed... three sword-crystal lines resonating together. This is the sound of three holy-grade, top-grade ancient swords resonating together!!!"

"This time, someone actually caused the three swords to resonate in one move?!"

There was a hint of joy in the eyes of the elders.

"Not bad, not bad. This kind of result... even if it were placed on the sword selection list of the past million years, it would be enough to rank in the top 1,000!"

"Quick! Look who it is!"

As the picture zooms in.

Somewhere in the sword tomb, a young man in green clothes stood with his hands behind his back.

He had an indifferent expression, and above his head, three holy-grade ancient swords were suspended in the air, emitting brilliant light.

The three swords rang out simultaneously, and the sword intent blended together. The pressure they released was so great that it forced the ancient swords in the hands of dozens of surrounding disciples to be suppressed by three points!

The disciples were shocked when they saw this scene.

"Oh my god... three holy-grade swords!"

"With this kind of performance, we would have won first place in the last sword selection ceremony, right?"

"Yes, I remember that the last time it was Senior Brother Li who took first place, he once caused two Saint-grade ancient swords to resonate here!"

"Three holy-grade swords... In the eight previous sword selection ceremonies, no one could match them!"

"I didn't expect that this time, such a person would appear..."

At this time, outside the sword tomb, an old man with white hair and beard stared at the young man in green clothes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said:

"I remember this kid is the descendant of that old monster Hu, right?"

"Huh? Is that the guy with the mustache who just joined the sect seventy years ago?"

"That's right. Hu Laoguai's disciples haven't produced anything of note in these years. Now that someone worth showing off has emerged, he's definitely going to be so happy he can't sleep for three days and three nights."

"Hahaha, that old monster has a bad temper. I'm afraid I'll have to come out and give him resources myself!"

"That's right. Once this level of ancient sword is successfully matched, the future is bright. If the opportunity is even better, maybe after another one or two hundred years, it may even reach the threshold of my Sword Sect's true inheritance."

"It seems that this boy will undoubtedly be the first this time."

....

The elders chatted with each other, and the conversation became more and more heated.

And the young man in blue seemed to have become the undisputed first person in the sword selection ceremony in their eyes.

But at this moment, someone shook his head and said, "Haha... I'm afraid it's too early for you, old man."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"I heard that there are more geniuses participating in the sword selection this time than just this guy with a mustache."

"Could it be... you're still waiting for that Jiang Zhiwei?"

Upon hearing this, the man couldn't help but sneer, "Jiang Zhiwei? You really believe what the ancestor said about the 'Sword Immortal's Appearance'? Didn't you see that she couldn't even summon a sword in the tomb?"

"Let me tell you - with her current ranking, she can't even make it onto a sword selection list that's been around for nearly a million years, let alone a list that's been around for nearly a hundred years!"

When these words were spoken, the elders all looked strange and did not comment.

However, just as they were about to continue joking——

suddenly!

"Qiang——!!!"

A shocking sword sound echoed throughout the sword tomb!

The mountains shook, and the long river of swordsmanship above the sky... suddenly flowed backwards!

That was a precursor to changes in the core laws of the entire sword tomb!

Everyone was stunned, and then their expressions changed:

"This is not the aura that a Saint rank should have!"

"It's... the aura of a sect leader-level sword!!"

"Someone actually triggered the resonance of the Quasi-Imperial Weapons?!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Then a sword light suddenly burst out from the depths of the void, shining in the sky!

The sword light is as strong as a waterfall and as brilliant as a cloud.

More than a hundred holy-level ancient swords vibrated at the same time!

The sword's will surges endlessly!!

While everyone was in shock—

"Buzz!"

A black shadow slowly emerged from the sword light.

She was a tall, pretty woman in black.

Seeing this, some of the disciples below had their pupils shrink slightly and cried out in disbelief: "It's her!!!"

"The direct descendant of the ancestor—Shen Yue!"

"His comprehension is extraordinary, and he possesses the Seven-Star Sword Body, one of the top-level sword physiques rarely seen in hundreds of thousands of years!"

"I heard before that she was being trained behind closed doors by the ancestor, but I never thought she would come today!"

Many Sword Sect elders all changed color and whispered:

"This girl has shown a strong sword sense since she was young, and was brought to the Sword Valley by the ancestor for secret training."

"I heard that she spent three months practicing sword skills in front of the Swordless Mountain, creating thirty-seven sword scars!"

"Even Nie Qianren only reached the fifteenth level back then!"

"Now that he has reappeared in the world, it is not surprising that he has made a big splash..."

Immediately afterwards, another sword sounded.

Shen Yue just raised her hand and pointed.

An ancient sword with flowing golden light broke through the air and hung behind him, exuding unparalleled power!

The quasi-emperor-level long sword appeared on its own initiative and surrendered to it!

At the same time, in the sword tomb, more than a hundred holy-level long swords rang at the same time, responding to the majestic sword intent contained in Shen Yue's body!

"hiss--"

"What a powerful sword intent! This Shen Yue... actually mobilized a quasi-emperor-level ancient sword and over a hundred saint-level ancient swords by himself!"

"Such an achievement is enough to squeeze into the top 50 of the sword selection list in the past million years!"

"Yes, in the past, those who could achieve such results could even be directly promoted to the True Disciple position and be qualified to compete for the position of Sect Master of our Sword Sect!"

"What a Shen Yue! As expected of a descendant of our ancestor's bloodline, she has such a remarkable talent in swordsmanship. She already has a third of the ancestor's grace!"

Countless eyes were focused on Shen Yue.

That look was filled with shock and awe.

But at this time, Shen Yue ignored these gazes.

She slowly turned around and looked not far away.

There, Jiang Zhiwei was still standing alone, without moving her sword.

Shen Yue's expression gradually turned cold, and she slowly asked, "What?"

"Is that all you have?"

There was silence all around.

Everyone looked strange.

Some disciples looked at each other strangely, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

Several elders frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Shen Yue, however, showed no restraint and said in a cold voice, "If you stop here, then leave this tomb as soon as possible and do not pollute the sword spirit here again!"

Her goal has always been to gain the praise of her ancestors.

But since she entered Jianmen, no matter how amazing her talent was or how outstanding her understanding of swordsmanship was, Shen Gufeng always gave her only one evaluation - "okay".

In the past, she could have been at ease with it.

After all, she knew that she had not yet reached the top and there would always be room for improvement.

But suddenly one day, she learned from others that the ancestor actually praised a female swordsman from outside as having the "figure of a sword immortal"!

At that moment, Shen Yue's defense was severely broken.

After decades of hard training, honing your sword skills day and night, and thinking you have enough talent to surpass your peers, you are easily surpassed by an outsider you have never met?

She can't accept it!

She is unwilling!

The name of that female swordsman was Jiang Zhiwei!

From then on, she began to hold her breath.

Until yesterday.

After knowing that the ancestor wanted Jiang Zhiwei to participate in the sword selection ceremony, she understood that the opportunity to prove herself to the ancestor had finally come.

So she asked the ancestor to let her participate in the sword selection ceremony.

Now, in this sword selection ceremony, she mobilized a quasi-emperor ancient sword and more than a hundred holy-level ancient swords, truly making a big splash!

And at this moment, she was about to stand in front of Jiang Zhiwei and completely shatter the so-called "Sword Immortal's Posture"!

...........

As Shen Yue's barbed words fell, the sword tomb fell into a brief silence.

More than ten breaths passed.

Jiang Zhiwei remained standing there, silent, as if she had not heard the ridicule.

When Shen Yue saw this, she suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart.

So, she sneered, her tone becoming more sarcastic: "Haha, this is a very decent way to act."

"If you hadn't even activated a single sword, I would have almost believed that you truly possessed the qualities of a sword immortal."

"Alright, let's finish this now. It's embarrassing to continue."

"I really don't understand why the ancestor thought so highly of you in the first place. Could it be... that he was deceived by you?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples all took a deep breath and lowered their heads in silence.

But some people couldn't help but nod secretly.

"Yes, how could a swordsman who couldn't even summon an ancient sword be so valued by the ancestor?"

"Just because she's pretty?"

"Or... is it really as the rumors say, that there are other powerful forces backing them?"

Murmurs began to rise and sarcasm emerged.

When that emotion gradually reached its peak——

A sudden change occurred!

Jiang Zhiwei slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, the entire sword tomb was shaken!

"boom--!!!"

It was as if some existence sleeping underground was awakened!

Suddenly, billions of sword intentions appeared in Jiang Zhiwei's pupils!

Then she looked up somewhere.

He raised his right hand slightly and pointed at a broken sword that had been covered in dust, rusted, and no one cared about it!

next moment--

"Boom!!!"

Heaven and earth roar!

The broken sword trembled violently, and then turned into a stunning rainbow that shot up into the sky!

Its sword light is not dazzling, but it reveals an ancient will that makes all long swords bow their heads in submission!

Even the ancient quasi-emperor sword behind Shen Yue trembled violently at this moment, making a terrifying sword sound, and actually... sank into the ground on its own!

Shen Yue's face suddenly changed!

All the disciples were dumbfounded!

And under the gaze of countless eyes.

Jiang Zhiwei's expression was calm as she spoke slowly, "You asked me why I didn't move?"

"It's not that I'm slow in choosing a sword..."

"It's the swords you guys are looking at that are too noisy."

Her voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears!

The next moment.

The entire nameless sword tomb is filled with the sound of thousands of swords!

And suddenly, infinite divine light surged on the broken sword.

Under the cover of divine light.

The rust dissipated quickly.

The broken parts were repaired.

An ancient sword sound surged out from the sword, impacting the heaven and earth, as if it was the beginning of the creation of the world!

Shen Gufeng, who was outside the sword tomb, trembled and cried out in shock:

"That's... the Emperor's Sword—Nameless!"

"She, she actually awakened the remnant spirit of the Emperor Sword that had been dormant for tens of millions of years?!!"

Boom! !

Above the sky, the long river of swordsmanship rolled back, and billions of sword shadows rose and fell with it!

And on Jiang Zhiwei's body, sword lights emerged and intertwined into a light robe!

At that moment, everyone saw her as if she was wearing the robe of kendo, standing on top of thousands of swords!

At this moment, who would dare to say that she had "defiled the Sword Soul"?!

At this moment, who dares to question the "Sword Immortal's Appearance"? !

Shen Yue was stunned when she saw this scene.

"Impossible! You clearly couldn't even resonate with a single sword just now, so how could you cause the Grandmaster's sword to resonate now?!"

Her voice was sharp and incredibly flustered.

And this sentence also expressed the thoughts of countless people present.

Yes, how could a person who was a laughing stock just now and whose sword did not make a sound, suddenly cause the Nameless Emperor Sword to resonate?

How could he make all the ancient swords in the entire sword tomb bow down to him and regard him as the supreme one?

Facing the shocked gazes of the crowd.

Jiang Zhiwei remained calm.

She slowly said, "How do you know? It's not that I can't...it's that I don't want to."

"What...what?" Shen Yue's face suddenly changed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but tremble.

Isn't she unable to?

Are you unwilling?!

Everyone around was also stunned.

I just felt an inexplicable chill suddenly rising from the bottom of my heart!

At this moment, Shen Yue, whose defense had been broken, asked at the top of her lungs:

"You don't want to?! Even if you don't choose, why haven't these swords ever moved?!!"

"If you are truly a genius, why are these swords—unresponsive?!"

Jiang Zhiwei did not respond immediately, but slowly turned her head and looked at the countless ancient swords scattered throughout the mountain.

After three breaths of silence, he asked softly:

"Ask these swords, which one... dares?"

boom! ! !

As soon as the words fell, the heaven and earth roared!

All the ancient swords in the nameless sword tomb shook at the same time!

Then, under the horrified gaze of the crowd, these ancient swords sank three inches!

Like a courtesy! Like a worship!

Just like the ministers in ancient times, bowing to the emperor!