Lin Luo glanced at the sword tomb, and the middle of the swords was a compact earthen platform one meter taller than the place next to it. A brazier was placed on the one-meter square earth platform, burning endless demonic flames, and a huge black sword burning with flames was bathed in the flames. Judging from the degree of the sword body being burned, the flames had been gone for a long time, and the surface was covered with a layer of charred black.

The whole group was solemn and terrified.

The top of the sword tomb is a steep cliff that is dozens of feet long. The four words "Sword Ink Sword Tomb" are carved with swords. At the bottom of the cliff is a thatched hut. The shade is often eroded by wind and rain. It is already in a dilapidated state and is barely covered by wind and rain. A gray-haired old man wore a hat, covered his face and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"Is the Lord Cao Jiansheng?" Lin Luo stepped forward and asked with his fists.

The old man looked up slightly, and the hat just covered his eyes. Suddenly, two sword lights shot out from his eyes in the darkness.

Lin Luo was shocked, turned around and avoided two sword lights, and was extremely shocked. He emitted sword lights with his eyes, and had reached a high level of desperation where everything in his body was not a sword, and the unity of man and sword.

"Why did the Sword Saint attack him as soon as he met?" Lin Luo landed on half of the broken sword with one foot, and stood firm.

Cao Qiudao laughed twice, as if he was talking to himself: "It's such a rare swordsman. You can avoid my eye sword light by slight describing it. The rumors are indeed true."

Lin Luo could not understand the nature of the sword saint, so he could only say, "The Sword Saint is too good. Lin's three-legged cat kung fu is probably not enough in the eyes of the sword saint. Just now, the sword saint showed mercy, and Lin was lucky enough to dodge."

Lin Luo was very cautious in his words. You should know that the person in front of him is a sword saint! One of the few sword saints in the world! The most powerful sword saints in the world.

The three of them are the only three sword saints on the mainland. Perhaps there are still people who don’t admire their reputation, but they will not add up to five digits!

The vast earth, east, west, south, north and north, can only count in the world among the five most powerful swords. Lin Luo is now in front of him a swordsman, how can he be calm?

Cao Qiudao groaned, obviously dissatisfied with Lin Luo's poor and sorrowful spirit, even Lin Luo himself could hear it.

"I, Cao Qiudao, never missed the hypocritical and poor Confucian spirit. If you say that this saint is too much, wouldn't it mean that this saint's vision is wrong?"

Lin Luo was at a disadvantage everywhere, but he didn't expect that the Jian Mo lineage's personality was like a demon sect that evolved in later generations, and he acted without any fear. He thought of it and did it. It was indeed a product of the same lineage.

Lin Luo smiled and skipped the topic and asked, "I dare to ask the Sword Saint invites me to come this time, just to try whether it deserves its name?"

Cao Qiudao crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. Although the hat covered his eyes, it still gave Lin Luo an extremely confident aura. To sum it up, it is the only one in heaven and earth!

Domineering, Lin Luo felt endless domineering from Cao Qiudao.

Cao Qiudao laughed three times and said conceitably: "Join my Mo Sect, I promise you that the elders of Jianmo's lineage can be enjoyed by you, and you can even enjoy the resources of the Mozi sword technique, and you will have the opportunity to watch it!" Mozi's sword technique is the highest secret of Jianmo. Looking at Cao Qiudao's sword technique, you will know how powerful Mozi's sword technique is.

Cao Qiudao threw out such a large olive branch, and even such a precious swordsmanship as Mozi's swordsmanship, why didn't Lin Luo move?

His face changed drastically, and Cao Qiudao raised a smile on his lips, full of conceit. I, Cao Qiudao, can grab anything Xun Lingru wants!

Lin Luo's expression returned to normal for a few breaths, and his character was extraordinary, which made Cao Qiudao feel that Lin Luo is a talented person. Perhaps as Tan Tianyan said, it could make the Momen soar into the sky.

"Does the Sword Saint know the promise the Confucian Sect gave me?" Lin Luo looked directly at Cao Qiudao and asked without any timidity.

Cao Qiudao noticed a trace of abnormality, but still spoke: "I don't care how much benefit the Confucian Sect will give you. I, Cao Qiudao, can give you what they can give you! Even double it!"

"Can the Sword Saint still ask the Master for "Mechanisms"?" Lin Luo said in surprise, but it also indirectly explained that he was indifferent to the Confucian promised the Great Righteous Skills. Now he can also face Mozi's sword technique.

Cao Qiudao's face was angry, and the entire sword tomb was filled with a cold radius. His words were like sword energy pouring out, and he spoke, "You know, no one has ever dared to disobey my wishes. Even if the Juzi Ling is in front of me, it will not work!"

An invisible sword energy condensed out, and Cao Qiudao's body had not yet stood up, and his clothes were already rushing.

The spiritual consciousness of Lin Luo Niwan Palace jumped violently, moved instantly, and left the broken sword. The invisible sword energy tore apart the sword tomb, leaving a surging sword energy more than one meter wide on the ground. The violent friction and vibration made other sword weapons in the sword tomb emit a slender sword sound.

"What a terrifying sword energy, I even smelled the breath of death and silence!" Lin Luo was shocked. If he had been slower by one tenth of his breath, he would be like the broken sword, which had been crushed into powder. Lin Luo couldn't help but feel resentful. Cao Qiudao was too domineering and killed him in a disagreement. The sword energy just now did not hold back.

"Hmph, is this the way of treating guests at the Sword Saint?" Lin Luo suppressed his anger. The gap between the sword master and the Sword Saint was too big, and there was a huge difference. Even if he expressed all his anger, it would be useless except to anger the Sword Saint.

Cao Qiudao looked at the sky with his palms, and he stood up from the cushion for no reason: "Since you have decided, the saint's ring is absolutely unbreakable. As long as you can defeat the Mozi sword technique used by this saint sword spirit, this saint will allow you to leave alive!"

Cao Qiudao's eyebrows suddenly shone brightly, and a golden sword spirit shining out from his eyebrows, no different from Cao Qiu's farewell, but Lin Luo saw the sword saint's eyes clearly for the first time, and the eyes that exuded sharp golden sword intent.

"Come on the sword!" The sword holy sword spirit shouted loudly and stretched out his hand.

A red and golden giant sword popped out from the scorching giant sword in the middle of the sword tomb. The red and golden giant sword was the same size as the wide giant sword burning in the brazier, and even the finest parts were no different.

"This is - sword essence!" The so-called sword essence is the soul of the sword. Ordinary sword weapons are common and cannot produce sword essence. Only with magical weapons and sharp weapons, they are often accompanied by the owner to get along with their habits and are accompanied by emotions, can weak sword essence be cultivated, and then emotions are poured to cultivate and strengthen the sword essence.

The sword saint, the giant sword element, is as big as its original body, and is a sword element that has been cultivated to the peak of the highest quality. The sword element is the soul of the sword and has also possessed emotions. At this time, the sword weapon has been bred into a spiritual weapon and a spiritual weapon.

The sword spirit held the sword element in his hand, and he slashed it with one sword without any mercy. The sword light was everywhere and the sword energy was scattered!

"The first style of Mozi's sword technique - Mo sticks to the rules!" Mo sword is like a huge one, swings horizontally, Mo sticks to the rules, and is restrained without being muddy.

Lin Luo turned around, his fingertips turned like butterflies, and he shot out several consecutive yang fingers, breaking the thick and thick that sticks to the rules.
Chapter completed!