Old Huang and the prince were being chased.
When they saw the swords all over the ground, they ran in without hesitation.
The forces that could create something like the Sword Catacomb were not simple.
Forging a sword meant having a lot of money. To be able to casually throw away a well-forged sword to form a sword tomb, it was not as simple as having a lot of money. It was a wealth that could rival a country!
Weapons were strategic resources no matter where they were. Only with weapons could one be armed.
Which of the Prince of Beiliang's soldiers was not fully armed? Only in this way could they have combat power.
A good sword was the best weapon for those who practiced martial arts!
Moreover, swordsmiths were not easy to find. The training of every swordsmith required countless resources.
Moreover, they had extremely complicated and deep connections behind them.
Regardless of his sect, just the network of people who asked him for help to forge weapons was already very terrifying.
Offending a swordsmith meant offending every expert who sought him out to forge a sword.
Therefore, even if the pursuers behind him came, Xu Fengnian felt that they did not dare to make a move in front of the owner of the Sword Pavilion.
This way, they would have a chance to catch their breath and rest.
The worst thing about running was not getting injured, but not being able to rest.
After resting, Xu Fengnian felt that it should not be a problem for him to run back to Northern Liang in one breath.
As long as they returned to Beiliang, they would not need to worry anymore.
Two people and a horse walked into the sword tomb.
Fabian looked around with a relaxed expression.
As for Old Yellow, his expression was solemn. He had noticed something was wrong the moment he entered the Sword Tomb.
There were experts here, and they were experts who could threaten his life.
And the source of this danger was in the Sword Pavilion at the center of the Sword Catacomb.
Old Yellow's gaze was still fixed on that spot, cautious and cautious.
"There are so many swords here. Don't look at the poor quality of the swords outside. The deeper you go, the better they are. I've already seen quite a number of swords that can be called treasures.”
Fabian was not too vigilant about this. His eyes wandered between the swords on the sword tomb.
As the Prince of Beiliang, he had good eyesight. If he thought it was a treasured sword, it would be a divine weapon in the world.
"That's right, Young Master. Moreover, these swords seem to have come from the same person. We should be more careful.”
Old Huang echoed. Although he said to be careful, his voice did not reveal a trace of panic or fear.
Old Yellow was extremely wary of this place, but he didn't feel any obvious killing intent. This was good news.
As a swordsman and a former swordsmith, Old Huang's ability to sense swords far exceeded Xu Fengnian's.
Ever since he walked into the Sword Catacomb, the aura of the treasured sword had already appeared when he was halfway from the Sword Pavilion.
It was from that point onwards to the Sword Pavilion that every sword in the sword tomb was stronger than the sword in his sword box.
This kind of power was not just a little bit stronger, but a complete suppression.
This made Old Huang, who was the disciple of Sui Xiegu, the Sword-swallowing Ancestor, feel a little shocked. There was actually such a powerful force in this world that he did not know about.
To forge so many treasured swords and divine weapons, not to mention their strength, just the time needed would take thousands of years.
A faction that had existed for thousands of years was actually unknown to everyone. This was enough to show how powerful they were.
What shocked him the most was the number of swords. With so many divine weapons gathered here, if there were hundreds of people with high cultivation levels holding them, wouldn't they be invincible?
Such a treasure had actually been abandoned outside, exposed to the wind and sun. How powerful must the owner of the Sword Pavilion be?
Old Huang's heart sank. He could guarantee that there was definitely an expert in the Sword Pavilion in front of him! It was as tall as a few floors!
"This place is really not bad. Not to mention the beautiful scenery around, even if these swords are stuck in the ground, it doesn't feel too out of place. The owner of this Sword Pavilion must be an interesting person.”
Fabian obviously did not sense any danger. He was still in the mood to carefully observe the surrounding scenery with a smile and evaluate it.
"Old Yellow, let's go in and take a look."
As they spoke, the two of them continued to walk into the Sword Pavilion.
The deeper they went, the heavier Old Yellow's steps became, and the harder it was to walk.
He felt as if there was a huge mountain on his shoulders.
When he was only ten steps away from the Sword Pavilion, he finally could not take another step.
Old Yellow finally understood what it meant to be unable to move an inch.
On the other hand, Fabian looked relaxed and was not affected at all.
Seeing that the prince wasn't affected, Old Huang let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, he understood that what was stopping him was the sword qi in the sword tomb.
The sword qi formed by countless swords and divine weapons suppressed him, making it difficult for him to move.
Old Yellow desperately resisted the pressure of the sword Qi.
However, even if he tried his best, he could only maintain his current posture and could not take another step forward.
This was his limit.
Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down from Old Yellow's forehead. Old Yellow's clothes were drenched in sweat.
Fabian realized that something was wrong with Lao Huang. He turned his head and asked with some doubt.
"Old Yellow, why aren't you leaving? The Sword Pavilion is right in front of us."
"Young Master, these swords are too powerful. They're pressing me down so much that I can't walk. Why don't you go and visit the master of the Sword Pavilion first?”
Old Huang said with a bitter smile, his old face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.
Looking at Huang's expression, Fabian was even more puzzled. He looked around and did not feel the so-called " sword is too strong " at all.
Xu Fengnian thought about it and felt that it must be Old Huang who was afraid of trouble and let him, the prince, stand out.
This was how Old Huang was like along the way. Whenever he encountered danger, he would always abandon him and run away alone.
With this in mind, Fabian insisted on letting Huang explore the way first.
He stretched out his hand to pull out his sword and said indifferently.
"It's just a few swords. I'll pull them out for you.”
Xu Fengnian thought to himself," I'll pull out all these swords. Let's see what lies you, Old Huang, can make up."
He stretched out his hand and was about to reach out to the swords around him.
Fabian's fair palm was about to touch the hilt of the first sword in front of him.
But at this moment, a magnificent divine voice came from the Sword Pavilion.
"Don't touch my sword."
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