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

At this moment, in Buried Sword Peak, hundreds of Qingyunmen disciples have gathered.

These disciples are all elites of Qingyun Sect, and they are also all the people who participated in this sword sacrifice meeting.

They struggled against the sword intent pervading the void, their faces pale.

But looking at the countless swords stuck on the mountain peak, there is a look of great anticipation in his eyes.

Now, the sword sacrifice conference has not yet started, and they have already begun to imagine what kind of sword they will get.

Jiang Feng stood where he was, without the excitement in the eyes of others, and he was not in a hurry to sign in.

His eyes wandered over Buried Sword Peak, as if he was looking for something.

On Buried Sword Peak, apart from the swords, there is a sword-shaped tombstone standing in front of these swords.

On the tombstone, the name of the owner of the tombstone and the sword are also engraved.

Sword Tomb.

Naturally there will be a tombstone, engraved on it is also the name of the sword owner, as well as the name of the sword.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's eyes locked on a tombstone.

He walked slowly towards the tombstone, with complex expressions in his eyes.

When he walked in front of the tombstone, Jiang Feng slowly bowed his body.

"Brother Feng, this is..."

Seeing Jiang Feng's actions, Zhang Xiaofan was suddenly puzzled.

"Look who is written on the tombstone..."

Lin Jingyu looked at Jiang Feng's back and spoke slowly.

"That's Uncle Nangong's sword tomb. That sword is exactly what Uncle Nangong wore when he was alive."

"Let's go, let's also pay homage to Master Nangong!"

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth slowly, and in his mind he also thought of the respectable old man who had a weird temper but stayed by Zhenmo Peak all his life.

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Xiaofan nodded immediately.

Afterwards, both of them walked to Nangongmu's sword mound respectfully, and bowed to worship.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, several beams of light descended from the sky and came to Buried Sword Peak.

Surprisingly, it was Daoxuan Daoxuan and several other high-ranking Qingyunmen.

"The 100-year sword festival is just beginning!"

Chapter 149 Excalibur is born!

"The Sword Festival has officially begun!"

As soon as Master Daoxuan said this, all the disciples present bowed down to the tens of thousands of precious swords on Buried Sword Peak.

At this moment, they showed their sincerity, with expressions of admiration.

The Sword Sacrifice Conference, of course, is to worship the portable swords of these ancestors.

About half an hour later, Master Daoxuan spoke slowly: "The Sword Sacrifice Conference is over, now you can unleash your spirits and find a sword that suits you on Buried Sword Peak!"

As soon as Master Daoxuan's words fell, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect recovered their figures.

Afterwards, everyone didn't follow any red tape, and sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to release their souls.

Every sword in the sword mound was nurtured by its owner for an unknown period of time.

Every sword gave birth to spirituality.

Now, what these disciples have to do is to release their souls and connect with the sword on Buried Sword Peak.

Through comprehension, find the sword that suits you.

If he sensed a sword that fit him, the sword would automatically leave Buried Sword Peak and fly to their side.

At this moment, hundreds of Qingyunmen disciples release their spiritual thoughts together, this kind of scene is extremely spectacular.

Among them, Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi were naturally included.

And among all the people, the ones with the strongest spirit power were Lin Jingyu and the others.

"Brother Sect Leader, tell me this time, will those divine swords of my Qingyun Sect..."

Taoist Cangsong looked at the scene in front of him, and spoke to Master Daoxuan with anticipation in his eyes.

"It's hard..."

Hearing Taoist Cangsong's words, Reverend Daoxuan just shook his head, and looked in the direction of Lin Jingyu and the others: "Although Jingyu's strength and talent are superb, the selection of the Lord of the Excalibur depends on the compatibility between the two, not just Just good talent."

Hearing Daoxuan's words, all the upper echelons of the Qingyun sect behind him sighed slowly.

If those divine swords can be born, then the Qingyun sect must be very happy!

It is a pity that these divine swords have not been won for thousands of years, and I am afraid they will continue to be buried here.