Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

It can be said that it is the backbone of the Qingyun sect, and it has a certain guarantee for the sense of belonging to the sect.

Some new disciples can only wait until the next sword sacrificial conference opens.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Hello Senior Brother, Hello Senior Brother Jiang, Hello Senior Brother Zhang!"

"I've seen Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang!"

Along the way, the three of them also met many Qing Yun sect disciples.

When these disciples saw Jiang Feng and the other three, they all greeted them respectfully.

After all, whether it is in Qingyunmen or in the field of comprehension, it has always been about those who are masters first.

Lin Jingyu, as the chief disciple of this term, is also the strongest person in this generation, and his status is also the status of a senior brother.

Because of these identities, Lin Jingyu will be respected by most Qingyunmen disciples.

And Zhang Xiaofan is also a genius of this generation, his strength has also reached the late stage of Jindan stage, the best among Qingyun's disciples, he is naturally worthy of an honorary title.

As for Jiang Feng, as a demon suppressor, he has a very special status. He has made a lot of contributions to Qingyun sect, so he naturally deserves an honorable title.

The speed of the three of them was very fast, and very quickly, they passed through the large expanse of blue clouds and peaks.

About half an hour later, a black mountain appeared in the eyes of the three of them.

The three of Jiang Feng stopped and looked at the huge black mountain in front of them.

I saw faint breaths from this mountain, which made people feel a little dignified.

"Is this the Ancient Buried Sword Peak?"

Looking at the giant peak in front of him, Jiang Feng said slowly.

His spirit is extremely powerful, and he has not yet entered this mountain.

He clearly felt an extremely powerful sword intent.

This sword intent is extremely complicated, as if it was formed by the fusion of countless sword intents.

Even before entering Buried Sword Peak at this moment, he could feel a tingling pain.

Because Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan were present, it was difficult for him to use his sword intent to resist, so he could only bear it silently.

However, he practiced Gengjin Shenjianjue all the year round, and took a lot of body-hardening medicines, so his physique was already extremely strong.

Although these sword intents are powerful, they only make his skin tingle, and they can't cause any substantial damage at all.

Beside him, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan had already used their sword intent to resist.

"Brother Feng, this is for you!"

At this moment, Lin Jingyu handed over a jade talisman to Jiang Feng.

"This is……"

Jiang Feng took the jade talisman and looked at Lin Jingyu with some doubts.

"This is the Linglong Pure Heart Talisman, it can help Brother Feng resist the erosion of this sword intent."

Seeing the doubt in Jiang Feng's eyes, Lin Jingyu explained with a smile.

"Uh... so this is used to resist the sword intent. Great, the sword intent is so strong that I can't resist it."

At this time, Jiang Feng realized that he was in the sword intent, and his behavior seemed too casual.

With his own cultivation, facing this terrifying sword intent, he should be extremely uncomfortable.

As he said that, Jiang Feng's face seemed to change, becoming a little pale, as if he really couldn't stand the sword energy here.

Afterwards, Jiang Feng used mana to activate the jade talisman, and a cool force swept across his body, helping Jiang Feng resist the sword intent in the void.

"Okay, let's go in!"

Seeing Jiang Feng's complexion slowly recovering, Lin Jingyu immediately spoke.

Soon, the three of them headed towards Buried Sword Peak.

After a while, the three of them had successfully entered Buried Sword Peak.

Here, the sword intent pervading the void is even more intense.

Even Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan began to sweat continuously on their foreheads.

When the three of Jiang Feng stepped into the core area of ​​Buried Sword Peak, they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.

On the mountains and rivers in front, precious swords were inserted into them, and on each of the divine swords, there were faint lights flickering.

These precious swords are densely packed, adding up to more than tens of thousands.

At this moment, the lingering sword intents on these swords merged together, unparalleled in terror, as if they wanted to pierce the sky.

These swords were once and now carried by Qing Yun's ancestors, and they were warmed and raised by Qing Yun's ancestors day and night.

At this moment, although they have become ownerless.

But the sword intent emanating from above is extremely fierce and powerful, which makes people a little daunting.