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"What happened?" Hearing the shrill scream, Jiang Feng's heart trembled slightly, and immediately turned into a light shadow, rushing into the corridor.

The corridor was not long, and Jiang Feng appeared in the ninth stone room almost instantly, which, as expected, contained nine sarcophagi.

But at this time, Jiang Feng had no time to observe the situation in the stone room. His attention was all attracted by the people from Miaoyuzhai and Xieqingzong.

I saw that all the people fell into a pool of blood, even Taoist Wuqing and Wang Jun were no exception. Some died with their heads burst, some with their chests burst, and some were cut in half and died. The state is unspeakably miserable.

The only ones who survived were Taoist Wuqing and Wang Jun, but they were also seriously injured, and they collapsed on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and panic.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Feng's pupils shrank slightly. Although the disciples of Miaoyuzhai and Xieqingzong were nothing in his eyes, the strength of Taoist Wuqing and Wang Jun was quite good.

Ruthless Daoist and Wang Jun have both reached the early stage of the prefecture level. Such a cultivation level is considered very good in the ancient martial arts world. Even Jiang Feng is not absolutely sure that he can kill such a monster in such a short period of time. There were many people, and these two people were seriously injured. Even if he tried his best to use the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords, he might not be able to do this.

"What's going on?" Jiang Feng moved in front of Wang Jun and asked in a low voice.

Wuqing Daoist's injuries were slightly worse than Wang Jun's, and she was almost unconscious. Wang Jun was better, but her pupils were a little cloudy. I don't know if it was caused by fright or the sequelae of excessive bleeding.

"It's you." Seeing Jiang Feng, Wang Jun's eyes flashed with astonishment. He met Jiang Feng once at the halfway of Lianhua Mountain, and he had a deep impression on Jiang Feng. He thought that Jiang Feng also came for the ancient martial arts relics. But he didn't expect Jiang Feng to come here so soon, Wang Jun gasped and said, "I don't know, I don't know anything, and it just became like this."

"I don't know?" Jiang Feng was puzzled and wanted to ask again, but Wang Jun yelled: "Hurry up, take me out quickly, this place is too weird, there are ghosts, there are ghosts, I don't want to die here .”

He looked like he was insane, screaming again and again, even his pupils were a little dizzy, and he looked delirious from being frightened.

Jiang Feng frowned, but he didn't pay attention to Wang Jun's request. Wang Jun's rhetoric and reaction were a bit unbelievable, but Jiang Feng knew that Wang Jun would not be so stupid as to deceive himself under such circumstances. The only possibility was, It is in this stone room that there are strange things, and that kind of existence can be said to be beyond Wang Jun's cognition to a certain extent, otherwise Wang Jun would not have such a reaction.

At this time, Jiang Feng was carefully looking at the situation in the stone room. The nine sarcophagi were placed in the stone room. They seemed to be in a mess and had no special meaning. It was similar to the situation in other stone rooms. Not the same.

"Eh, these nine sarcophagi are actually arranged in nine palaces?" Jiang Feng whispered to himself.

The basic framework of the maze encountered outside was also from the Eight Trigrams of the Nine Palaces. The decoration of these nine sarcophagi also came from the Nine Palaces. Is there a certain connection?

In addition, after the ninth stone chamber, there is no corridor leading to the front. It seems that this is the last stone chamber. The number of stone chambers is nine. Does this have anything to do with the nine lotus mountain peaks?

But what attracted Jiang Feng's attention more was not the arrangement of the nine sarcophagi, but a sword placed on each sarcophagus.

The long sword has no scabbard, and the sword body is exposed and rusty. It is the most common iron sword. After countless years, it is almost completely decayed.

This seemed to be nothing worthy of attention, but Jiang Feng noticed something strange, because he saw traces of blood on the sword blades.

"Could it be that these people were all killed by those swords?" Jiang Feng felt a little absurd in his heart. Swords are dead, but people are alive. How can a sword without a master kill people?

Instead, Jiang Feng looked sideways at the disciples of Miaoyuzhai and Xieqingzong who died on the ground. Their death patterns were different, but without exception, they were all one-hit kills.

Looking at it, Jiang Feng's pupils shrank slightly.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a chill down his spine, and his hair stood on end. Then he noticed that the air in the stone room became chilly and tense.

Almost subconsciously, Jiang Feng pulled out the bloodthirsty sword with his backhand, and slashed backwards. The bloodthirsty sword struck the air with a crisp sound.

Immediately, Jiang Feng felt chills all over his body, feeling that he was being followed by countless pairs of eyes.

"Sure enough, it was these people who were killed by swords. No wonder Wang Jun said that he didn't know anything, and that he had seen a ghost." Jiang Feng finally understood what was going on.

Nine swords town nine coffins, killing people with flying swords without a master, what a strange thing this is.

"Shh!"

Above the sarcophagus, a rusty long sword flew up abruptly, as if being controlled by someone, and stabbed at Jiang Feng.

This is a very simple straight stabbing posture, but it looks simple, but it contains amazing sword power. When the sword stabs into the air, the air is stimulated to produce tiny ripples.

"What a sharp sword." A gleam shot out of Jiang Feng's eyes, and immediately, he stabbed back with the sword.

Sword point to sword point, needle point to wheat awn, there was a muffled "boom", Jiang Feng's body shook, and he took a step back, the hand holding the sword was slightly numb.

The stabbing iron sword was forced back by Jiang Feng's sword, flew back tremblingly, and then landed on the coffin lid with a "click".

Although Jiang Feng's backstabbing sword was not as domineering as Da Luo's Nine Swords, no one with a cultivation level below the prefecture level could catch his sword. It turned into a powdered iron sword, but it didn't even shake off a single trace of rust on the sword.

There was another "swish", and another long sword flew up in the air, attacking Jiang Feng.

This time, it was not a straight stab, but a horizontal stroke. Jiang Feng was sure that if he was hit by this sword, he would definitely end up with a different head.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Feng returned his sword and stabbed it on the flying iron sword. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and Jiang Feng stepped back again, his arm numb, while the iron sword returned slowly. to the coffin lid.

"These two swords seem sharp, but with the strength of Taoist Wuqing and Wang Jun, even if they can't catch them, they can't even hide them." Jiang Feng was a little suspicious.

Just as thoughts emerged from his mind, the hairs on Jiang Feng's back stood up again, and he saw nine long swords attacking him from front, back, left, and right.

Jiang Feng can be sure that there is no one else here except him, Miaoyuzhai and the people from the Xieqing Sect, but the nine long swords that attacked seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand in the dark. Every corner of Jiang Feng's retreat was tightly sealed.

"Damn!"

At this time, Jiang Feng couldn't understand why the people from Miaoyuzhai and Xieqingzong died so quickly and so badly. With all nine swords, no one could be spared.

At this moment, Jiang Feng realized that he was a little careless, or he never thought that this kind of thing would happen, but at this time he had no way out, the only way out was to fight.

Jiang Feng's arm trembled, and Da Luo Jiujian made a move to meet the attacking iron sword.

The situation was a bit weird, it looked like he was dancing his sword against the air, but only Jiang Feng knew how dangerous the long swords were attacking.

With a sound of "shua", a sword cut off a corner of Jiang Feng's clothes. Jiang Feng stepped back immediately, but another sword left a bloodstain on his face, and blood spattered out.

"Damn it." Jiang Feng was furious. He made a wrong step, took two steps back, and drew his sword backhand. This time, it was the third sword of Da Luo Nine Swords.

This was the first time Jiang Feng had truly used the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords. He had to do his best, otherwise he might have to give his life here today.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, intertwined vertically and horizontally. For a while, the huge stone room was filled with sword energy. Apart from Jiang Feng's shallow panting, there were the screams of the ruthless Taoist nun and Wang Jun.

The situation of the two of them was extremely miserable at this time, but Jiang Feng didn't have the mentality to know so much. He drew out the sword again and again, and the sword energy was like a net, wrapping himself in it, fighting against the iron sword that kept flying.

In this way, just as Jiang Feng faced the nine peerless swordsmen at the same time, even if Jiang Feng Da Luo's third sword was just completed, it would become extremely difficult after a long time.

"No, these swords are not controlled by humans, but by the intent of the sword." Jiang Feng quickly discovered the crux of the problem.

A person dies for a thousand years, but the sword will not disperse.What kind of person, what kind of demeanor is this?

"Also, these nine swords are fired together. Although they are extremely domineering, when the swords are drawn, they are upright and peaceful, dignified and upright, without any killing spirit. Could it be that they are not for killing, but for inheritance?" Jiang Feng struck back one after another. Attacking the iron sword, thinking secretly.

Jiang Feng soon confirmed this point. The nine swords came out together, which seemed dangerous, but in fact they seemed to be exercising each other's sword moves. Unfortunately, it was not a complete set of sword skills, but only one move.

one move?

Jiang Feng thought of the canyon outside that was cut off by a sword. He was amazed by that sword at the time, and he had felt it carefully, but the sword intent dissipated and was fragmented. He couldn't comprehend it, so he had to give up.

At this time, Jiang Feng realized it carefully, and he was no longer in a hurry to shake these iron swords back. Instead, he used the third sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords as a guide, and combined with his own perception, he saw each move and practiced it.

"Sure enough, this is indeed an inheritance, an inheritance that spans thousands of years." Jiang Feng was secretly happy, and became more and more immersed in it, carefully understanding the changes of that sword after sword.

In this way, I don't know how long it has passed. Suddenly, the nine iron swords collapsed and turned into pieces of rust, all scattered and returned to the dust.

Jiang Feng retracted the sword, and felt it quietly, trying to engrave the changes between each sword in his mind. About half an hour later, Jiang Feng slowly opened his eyes.

"Such a strong sword technique, such a strong sword!" Jiang Feng realized something in his heart, and sighed softly.