In less than half a day, the news that the Northern Liang cavalry had already gone south spread throughout the Jianghu.
Meanwhile, the Prince of Beiliang and Rentu Xuxiao had already arrived outside the Lingnan Sword Pavilion.
When he saw the three-story Sword Pavilion and the surrounding Sword Catacomb, he also sighed with the same emotion as Xu Fengnian.
"The scenery here is very good. Coupled with the treasured swords on the ground, they complement each other even more. This Pavilion Master Chen has an elegant interest.”
Xu Xiao loved the scenery, but he loved the swords on the ground even more.
There were only a handful of people in the world who could make him praise them like this.
Xu Xiao's goal for this trip was to invite Chen Mu back to Northern Liang. If he could not, at least everyone had to maintain a good relationship.
It wasn't a wise choice to anger such a swordsmith.
At the outermost perimeter of the sword tomb, there were ordinary swords of ordinary quality. They were not eye-catching.
However, Xu Xiao, who was sitting on his horse, looked around. The closer he got to the Sword Pavilion, the more powerful those swords were.
Among them, there was no lack of existences that surpassed the Rainbow Sword. As for those that surpassed the Cheng Ying Sword and the Light Concealing Sword, Xu Xiao had yet to see them.
Xu Xiao could not help but be speechless when he saw how Chen Mu had casually thrown away his treasured sword to create such a magnificent sword tomb.?
"Fengnian and Old Yellow weren't boasting. There are indeed 100,000 swords here. I wonder why Pavilion Master Chen is doing this.”
Xu Xiao was not in a hurry to go in. He just said to Chen Zhibao, who was holding a long spear beside him, with a smile on his face.
He felt that he had made the right decision to come this time.
Chen Zhibao did not express his opinion on what his foster father said, but there was some disdain in his eyes.
From his point of view, Chen Mu was deliberately mystifying the Sword Catacomb.?
Weapons should be in the hands of the right person. Leaving them there, letting them be exposed to the wind and rain, and letting them be damaged by time, was undoubtedly a waste!
Xu Xiao saw the emotions in his adopted son's eyes, but he did not say anything.
Xu Xiao had never placed too many restrictions on his adopted son.
Chen Zhibao picked up the plum wine in his hand and patted his horse lightly. Then, he charged straight for the Sword Pavilion.
He, Little Butcher, was like this wherever he went, and he didn't need to worry.
However, he hadn't run far when he realized that the warhorse under him was acting strangely. It actually stopped in place and almost sent him flying.
Chen Zhibao, who was experienced in the battlefield, sensed that something was wrong and immediately used his strength to leave the saddle and fly up.
As expected, as soon as he left the warhorse, it stood up high as if it had gone crazy. Its two front hooves kicked the air in front of it in a very violent manner.
If Chen Zhibao hadn't escaped just now and was still sitting on the horse, he would have been flipped to the ground.
After the warhorse stood up, it didn't do anything out of the ordinary. It stood there obediently and didn't dare to move, as if it wasn't the one who had gone crazy just now.
Chen Zhibao didn't attack his warhorse as it had accompanied him for a long time and fought countless battles.
His trust in warhorses was something he was born with as a soldier.
However, he had already realized that this place was not simple. The warhorse's behavior just now was due to fear, not madness.
As Chen Zhibao's mount, it was a rare horse that had been chosen from thousands of horses. It had seen all kinds of situations and had never been afraid.
Now, it was actually frightened by some longswords stuck in the ground. This undoubtedly explained the strangeness of this place.
Chen Zhibao's face was gloomy. His good impression of the Sword Pavilion had dropped to the freezing point.
Therefore, he did not give up and retreat. He wanted to test it again.
Chen Zhibao released the reins of the horse and let it stand on the spot.
He carried the plum wine and slowly walked forward, cautious and vigilant, on guard against sneak attacks that could appear at any time.
However, his actions were useless. Other than an invisible force suppressing him along the way, there were no other abnormalities.
As Chen Zhibao went deeper, he had already walked half the way and was not far from the Sword Pavilion.
He realized that the chances of seeing swords around him were getting higher and higher, and he was slightly shocked.
He was disdainful of the Sword Pavilion's methods, but anyone would be surprised by the effect of throwing treasures.
However, compared to the shock brought by the number of swords, what Chen Zhibao experienced next was the real shock.
Halfway from the Sword Pavilion to the Sword Pavilion, Chen Zhibao could feel the obvious suppression of the Sword Qi. It was not a substantial suppression. It was not the kind of suppression where the Sword Qi would kill you if you dared to take a step in front of him.
It was a kind of power. Chen Zhibao's current experience was the same as Old Huang's. It was as if a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulder.
The further he walked, the greater the pressure the mountain gave him.
Relying on his own cultivation, Chen Zhibao walked all the way to ten steps in front of the Sword Pavilion Gate. At this moment, the veins on his forehead were already bulging.
This was one of the signs of a person using his full strength. Chen Zhibao himself did not expect that he would be suppressed to this extent without seeing anyone.
The feeling of being trapped in a quagmire made him uncomfortable. He wanted to flaunt his strength, but the more he moved, the greater the pressure he felt and the deeper he sank.
"Clang!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Chen Zhibao spun the plum wine in his hand. The force on the spear broke some of the suppression and opened up a path for him.
Chen Zhibao, who was under less pressure, took the opportunity to take two steps forward.
Then, he could no longer move.
This time, he really couldn't take another step. Other than holding his spear tightly, he couldn't do anything else.
However, there was a price to pay for using a spear in the Sword Pavilion. The Plum Wine's attack just now had directly caused the surrounding long swords to ring in unison, as if they were shouting at it.
The clanging of ten thousand swords increased the pressure on Chen Zhibao. His desperate attacks were useless.
Before he could even react, a huge force came over and he was sent flying.
This shot sent Chen Zhibao back to Xu Xiao's side.
Fortunately, Chen Zhibao did not think of drawing his sword. Otherwise, this little Tu would have to stay in the Sword Pavilion forever today.
This magical scene made Xu Xiao's eyes flash with a trace of surprise. He knew Chen Zhibao's cultivation best. Chen Zhibao was a Level Nine expert, even if he was compared to Old Huang.
Moreover, among his adopted sons, Chen Zhibao had the highest cultivation. Even he could not gain an advantage against the Sword Pavilion Master, so it was basically impossible for them to meet the other party by force.
Fortunately, Xu Xiao did not intend to visit him through forceful means from the beginning. He had a very good excuse for this trip.
Thinking of this, Xu Xiao shouted.
"Pavilion Master Chen, I am Xu Xiao, Prince of Beiliang. I came here today to meet you and thank you for giving my son the Sword of Harvest!”
No matter how unreasonable the Sword Pavilion Master was, he should like others to thank him and give him gifts, right?
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