Lin Yun and others in the rear saw the figure of a monster fleeing in a panic, and walked away in a panic, no longer daring to block the way.

Xiaoyun Sword!

Lin Yun looked upward through the fallen leaves, with a flash of shock in his eyes.

Others were like him, looking at the blurry figure on the sword sculpture in mid-air. There was a look in their eyes, with admiration and a hint of deep envy.

The Xiaoyun Sword is a treasure that Lingxiao Sword Pavilion spent hundreds of years forging. There are seven swords in total. Each sword is engraved with mysterious spiritual patterns. The power of the sword is unpredictable, mysterious and powerful.

Throughout the Great Qin Empire, Xiaoyun Sword has a great reputation and is the dream of many swordsmen.

Now in the hands of seven sword-wielding elders, the Xiaoyun Sword is launched, and those who stand in its way are invincible.

I was lucky enough to meet him today, and he is indeed well-deserved.

Lin Yun asked himself, with his strength, he might be crushed on the spot with just one sword, leaving no trace of his body.

However, with the peak and perfect Seven Mysterious Steps, there is a slight chance to avoid it.

Of course, this sword must be in the hands of a strong person in order to exert its power. If it were held by someone else, I am afraid that it would not be able to exert such power.

The Flower Burial Sword in the sword case on his back may one day have such power.

Expectation flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, I have funeral flowers, I don't envy Xiaoyun.

After passing this poisonous fog, the journey was smooth, and a few days later, we officially set foot in the core of the Nirvana Mountains.

As far as the eye can see, it is boundless, and the vastness is full of desolation.

This place is the Wasteland of Nirvana.
Chapter completed!