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Everyone in this mysterious sword tomb has just experienced a series of strange incidents. Now they are like frightened birds, vigilantly guarding against new crises that may come at any time.

Their eyes were like sharp hawks, scanning back and forth among the dense swarm of swords around them, not missing any suspicious movement, secretly wondering what unexpected things would happen next.

A mysterious aura permeated the Sword Tomb. The swords embedded in the ground exuded a powerful aura, creating an unprecedented sense of pressure. Everyone looked around, their eyes revealing a mixture of caution and a desire to explore.

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, and her beautiful brows seemed to be furrowed like a small mountain. Her eyes showed her usual calmness and thoughtfulness, like a bottomless spring, calm but containing endless wisdom: "Everyone must be careful, this sword tomb is full of weirdness, and we must not take it lightly." Her voice was soft, but it was firm and unquestionable, as if it was the stabilizer in this chaotic situation.

Feng Jingchen nodded in agreement and gently shook the cold jade fan in his hand. The patterns on the fan were faintly visible in the dim light, like mysterious runes.

His eyes never left the surrounding environment, and he always remained highly alert: "Junior Master is right. We are now in such a dangerous place. We need to stay vigilant at all times and must not slack off." His voice was gentle and steady, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

Lin Muci looked around nervously. As a civet cat, she had an innate keen sense of danger.

Her ears pricked up slightly, as if listening to every slightest movement around her, and her bright big eyes flickered with anxiety: "I always feel that this place is eerie, as if countless pairs of eyes are staring at us in the dark. I hope nothing terrible will happen again." Her voice trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.

Although Zhongli Xiu is usually a calm person, he looks serious at this moment, as if he has become a different person.

He held a sword in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold light, reflecting his tense face. His voice was loud and powerful, trying to cheer everyone up: "Everyone be careful, we will definitely overcome everything."

Su Chen was still taciturn, but he just silently clenched the sword in his hand. The sword in his hand seemed to merge with him and become a part of his body.

His eyes were firm and sharp, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky. Although he said nothing, his actions showed his determination to be ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Mo Yunsheng blinked, with a hint of curiosity and anticipation in her eyes: "Why don't we take this opportunity to pick some good spiritual swords? Maybe they can come in handy in the adventures ahead. These swords don't look simple. Maybe there are some peerless magic weapons hidden in them." There was a hint of excitement in her voice, as if she was full of desire to explore these spiritual swords.

Everyone felt that Mo Yunsheng's suggestion made some sense, and they carefully began to select spirit swords from the swords. They moved with extreme caution, each step like walking on thin ice, afraid of triggering some unknown mechanism.

However, just as they drew out a magic sword, a sudden disaster struck.

Suddenly, the drawn spiritual sword made a sharp sound. The sound was like a sharp arrow, instantly piercing everyone's eardrums and making people's hearts tremble.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of swords around seemed to be awakened by the sound of the sword and began to tremble violently.

The next moment, these swords flew towards the crowd rapidly, like elves with life and consciousness, or controlled by some mysterious force.

"No! Run!" Feng Jingchen shouted, his voice filled with anxiety and tension. Upon hearing this, everyone turned and ran, as if a group of ferocious beasts were chasing them.

Thousands of swords rushed towards the crowd like a surging tide. The scene was extremely spectacular, yet terrifying.

The cries of swords rose and fell, interweaving like a symphony of death, echoing through the sword tomb and sending chills down one's spine. Everyone ran frantically, brandishing their weapons, trying to fend off the rain of swords that were coming down on them.

Lin Muci ran while exclaiming, "What's going on? Why did these swords suddenly go crazy? Do they have their own consciousness?"

Her voice was filled with fear and confusion, but she did not dare to stop. Her petite figure looked particularly embarrassed as she moved among the swords.

Zhongli Xiu looked back as he ran, a trace of regret on his face. "We must have moved that sword and triggered some mechanism. I told you, this place is spooky. If you mess with things, nothing good will happen."

There was a hint of self-blame in his words, but he swung the sword in his hand even harder, trying to open a way for everyone to escape.

Feng Ci panted and said, "This is too unlucky! I should have kept these swords at bay. Now we are being chased by these swords and are running around like headless flies."

His face was covered in sweat and his breathing became rapid, but his eyes still revealed a stubborn determination to refuse to give up.

Su Chen said nothing, simply struggling to block the incoming swords. His movements were concise and efficient, and each swing of his sword carried a powerful force, knocking the approaching swords away.

His figure was like an unshakable mountain, providing a solid support for everyone in this chaotic situation. He didn't look like a medical practitioner at all.

Mo Yunsheng said anxiously, "It's no use talking about this now. Let's find a way to get rid of these swords. It's no use running like this. They'll catch up with us sooner or later."

There was an anxious glint in her eyes, and she kept casting some defensive spells in her hands, trying to relieve the pressure on everyone.

The crowd fled in panic under the mad pursuit of the sword group. Their figures quickly shuttled through the sword tomb, dodging the swords that followed them like shadows.

However, these swords seemed to have a spirit, following them closely, and no matter how they tried to dodge, they could not escape. The sharp whistling sound produced by the friction between the swords and the air was like a death warrant, filling everyone's hearts with fear and despair.

During their escape, they searched for shelter, but nowhere in the sword tomb seemed safe. Driven by the myriad swords, they ran madly, like travelers lost in darkness, unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Until they came to a place with only one sword. Strangely, when they came here, the swords that were chasing them actually retreated one after another, like the receding tide, quickly and suddenly.

Everyone stopped, gasping for breath, their chests heaving violently as if they were about to expel all the air from their lungs. They surveyed their surroundings, their eyes filled with confusion and alarm. Their gazes simultaneously fell on the lone sword.

This sword looks ordinary and there is nothing special about it. The sword body is even a little dull, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding swords that exude a powerful aura.

However, after experiencing the pursuit of thousands of swords just now, everyone was also very wary of this sword, fearing that it would cause some unexpected changes.

Jiang Qingwu stared at the sword, her eyes flickering with thought. She said thoughtfully, "This sword seems a little unusual. Although it looks ordinary, the other swords stopped chasing here. There must be a reason for this. Everyone, be careful, there might be something fishy going on."

Her voice was low and slow, as if she was talking to herself, or discussing with everyone.

Feng Jingchen looked at the sword, frowned slightly, and the cold jade fan in his hand unconsciously tightened a little.

His eyes were filled with caution and a hint of worry. "But we can't get too close. If we trigger another mechanism, we'll be in trouble. We can't afford any more trouble."

Lin Muci asked curiously, "But why did those swords stop chasing us here? Is there something special about this sword? Could it be the key to this sword tomb?"

There was a glint of curiosity in her eyes, and her feet unconsciously took a small step forward, but stopped immediately. She was full of curiosity and fear about the sword.

Zhongli Xiu scratched his head, a hesitant look on his face: "How about I give it a try? I always feel that this sword is interesting. Maybe our opportunity lies in this sword." His eyes revealed a hint of excitement and anticipation, but he was also a little worried that it would cause danger again.

Everyone hurriedly stopped him: "Don't be impulsive, let's observe first. We can't take any more risks. If something goes wrong, we'll all be trapped here."

"That's true. We still have to go out and return to the Dragon Clan." Zhongli Xiu said embarrassedly, and retracted his left foot after taking a small step.

Everyone's voice was filled with worry and tension. They knew that in this unknown sword tomb, every wrong decision could have fatal consequences. In the end, they unanimously decided to approach together so that any danger could be dispersed to everyone and no one would be unable to cope.

They approached the sword cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, as if they were not standing on solid ground but a trap that could collapse at any time.

The strange thing is that every time they come to the side of the spirit sword, although no danger appears, they will be separated by an invisible barrier.

The barrier was like a transparent wall, seemingly fragile but indestructible.

Everyone tried many times but failed to break through the barrier. Their attacks fell on the barrier like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing a single ripple.

"This barrier is so powerful that we can't get close to it at all." Mo Yunsheng said with a frown.

Feng Ci said somewhat dejectedly: "What should we do? Are we just going to give up like this?" A look of disappointment appeared on his face. He sat down on the ground, looking a little discouraged.

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's think of other ways. We can't give up easily. There must be a way to break through this barrier." His voice was low and firm, giving people a sense of confidence and strength. He stood up and carefully observed the sword, trying to find a flaw in the barrier.

Mo Yunsheng looked at the sword, her eyes lit up, as if she suddenly thought of something: "Maybe Junior Master has a way. Junior Master has always been smart and clever, maybe he can find a way to break this barrier." Her eyes were full of anticipation, and there was a hint of trust and admiration in her eyes as she looked at Jiang Qingwu.

"How about we try going forward one by one? There is only one sword, and it can only recognize one master. Maybe if we go forward together, it will backfire?" Jiang Qingwu guessed.

After thinking for a moment, everyone felt that it made sense, and they stepped forward to test it out. After a while, everyone except Jiang Qingwu was stopped in place by the barrier.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu was slightly stunned. Seeing everyone's expectant eyes, she slowly approached the sword, secretly alert in her heart.

But in the same way, she was also blocked by the invisible barrier, and the hope that had just risen in everyone's heart was extinguished again.

"Could it be that none of us are destined to be with it? How picky!" Feng Ci said angrily.

Everyone was speechless when they heard this. After all, they were already the most talented and qualified among the new generation in the world of cultivation.

Just when everyone was about to give up, the sword that had originally had an invisible barrier to prevent anyone from getting close suddenly flew over automatically and circled around Jiang Qingwu.

Everyone stood there in shock, their eyes wide open, watching the sword circling Jiang Qingwu like a puppy. The sword shone with a cold light, and the soaring phoenix carved on the hilt was lifelike, as if it was about to break free from the hilt and soar into the sky.

Jiang Qingwu was also surprised. She could feel that the sword had a special sense of closeness to her. The feeling was like meeting an old friend after a long separation, or a relative who had been separated for many years.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu was moved. She thought to herself, how could she refuse such an opportunity?

She slowly stretched out her hand, feeling both nervous and excited, as if she was welcoming an unknown fate.

The moment her hand grasped the spirit sword, the spirit sword and she seemed to become one in form and spirit, and a name suddenly flashed through her mind - Qiluan Sword.

She felt that the sword seemed to have been waiting for her, as if it had been waiting for thousands of years, just for this moment of encounter.

The moment it saw Jiang Qingwu holding the sword, the Heavenly Dao System secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if all this was within its expectations, or as if it had been waiting for this moment to come.

Feng Jingchen showed a relieved smile, which was like the spring sunshine, warm and bright: "It seems that this sword is destined to be with Junior Master. This is really great. With this sword, we have an extra guarantee in this sword tomb." His words were full of joy and blessings to Jiang Qingwu.

Lin Muci said excitedly, "Junior Master, this sword looks really powerful! Look at the light on the blade and the phoenix on the hilt, it's so cool! I have a feeling this sword must have great power."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she circled around Jiang Qingwu and Qiluan Jian several times, her face filled with envy and joy.

Feng Ci also exclaimed in admiration, "It's indeed a fine sword! Junior Master, you're incredibly lucky. I told you this trip wouldn't be in vain. This sword is our reward."

A happy smile appeared on his face, as if he had obtained the sword himself.

Su Chen nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration: "This sword is extraordinary. Junior Master, you must make good use of this sword. Perhaps it will play a huge role in our future adventures."

Mo Yunsheng smiled and said, "Junior Master, with this sword, we will be more confident in this sword tomb. You must lead us out of this haunted place." Her smile was as bright as a flower, and her eyes were full of expectations for the future.

Zhongli Xiu looked at Jiang Qingwu with envy: "Junior Master is so lucky. Why don't I have such good luck? I wish I could also get such a powerful spiritual sword."

There was a hint of jealousy in his words, but more of it was blessings to Jiang Qingwu and his love for the sword. After all, as a sword cultivator and weapon cultivator, this sword simply fits his pleasure point perfectly. Sensing his emotions, Yin Ying Xiaoyuan's sword flew away in a huff. Obviously, he was Zhongli Xiu's natal sword, so could he be more loyal?

Zhongli Xiu hurriedly chased after his Yinying Xiaoyuan Sword, shouting as he did so: "Hey, hey, hey, I was wrong. You are the number one in my heart, don't run away!"

It was hard for everyone not to laugh when they saw this funny scene, and in the laughter, the negative emotions brought about by this secret place were also eliminated.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the Qiluan Sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with determination, that light was like the brightest star in the night sky: "I have a vague feeling that this sword is my natal sword."

Everyone knew the significance of a swordsman finding his own natal sword, and they began to congratulate him.