"What do I mean?" Lu Qingshan said with a half-smile, "You will know soon."

He looked up at the mist-shrouded Sword Xiing Pond Sect and the Tianchi that symbolized the Sword Xiing Pond.

In his perception, there were countless swords lying motionless in the water at this moment.

I want a sword. If any of you want to join me, come here.

Lu Qingshan stared at the Tianchi and thought silently in his heart.

As a result, a strange fluctuation occurred between heaven and earth.

This invisible wave quietly blended into his mind, connecting the Tianchi and the countless swords.

Like a silent signal.

The next moment, slight ripples appeared in the originally peaceful Tianchi.

At the bottom of the pool where no one could see, the long sword that had been motionless for who knows how many years began to tremble slightly.

Sword Master Lanting did not have the ability to sense this subtle change.

He just looked at Lu Qingshan who suddenly showed a smile, and his face became more and more ugly, "What kind of mystery is Sect Master Lu doing?"

"Sword..." Lu Qingshan ignored Lanting Sword Master, and just took a deep breath, put one hand behind his back and stretched out the other, as if giving an order to someone, "Come!"

Lanting Sword Master suddenly widened his eyes.

The two sword-washing pool disciples suddenly widened their eyes.

All the monks in the sword washing pool stared wide-eyed.

They saw a scene that they will never forget in their lifetime.

Outside the sword-washing pool, Lu Qingshan's sleeves and robe were swaying in the calm breeze.

The mist that had surrounded the Sword Washing Pond all year round melted away in this moment.

In the Xijianchi sect's grand formation, the Tianchi, which symbolizes the inheritance of the Xijianchi, began to tremble and emit a low buzzing sound. Then the amplitude became louder and louder, like an earthquake, and the buzzing sound was like thunder.

First, a flash of green broke out of the water, rose rapidly, and finally stood gently in the void around Lu Qingshan.

"Chaotianque!" Lan Tingjian advocated with a big mouth, recognizing the green color.

It was the seventh-ranked sword in their sword-washing pool. Because they had never found a happy sword master, it had been hidden deep in the Tianchi for five thousand years. At this moment, it was standing obediently in front of Lu Qingshan.

But this is just the beginning, the water breaking towards Tianque seems to be a signal.

Long swords burst out of the Tianchi one after another, flew over, and stood in front of Lu Qingshan.

Purple smoke, woodpecker, oriole, egret, windy moon, reed flute, cinnabar...

These are the famous swords in the Sword Washing Pool.

For a sword of this level, even if they wash it in the sword pool, it will take decades for someone to be recognized and refine it into a natal sword.

But now, they are pouring out in countless numbers and flying towards Lu Qingshan.

Behind them, there are more swords that cannot be named, but they are not ordinary swords.

The densely packed swords formed several rows around Lu Qingshan, forming circles after circles, surrounding him.

In such a short time, two thousand long swords had gathered.

These long swords made a buzzing sound in unison towards Lu Qingshan, full of joy, as if they had seen something they loved very much.

The number of long swords is increasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sounds of water breaking came and went, and the light of swords filled the sky.

Long swords kept flying out from Tianchi and joining in.

The two sword-washing pool disciples were already dumbfounded.

The monks in the sword-washing pool had already noticed this movement, and some high-level monks rose into the air and headed straight for Lu Qingshan.

"Senior Li, have you seen it?" Lu Qingshan completely ignored these monks in the sword washing pool and raised his head to look at the sky silently.

The three-foot long sword has been popular through the ages.

At the Beicang Sword Tomb, Li Qiu defeated Xu Su with his supreme sword power and commanded Beicang City with tens of thousands of swords.

Today, he, Lu Qingshan, was washing swords in the Western Region sword pond, using his supreme swordsmanship talent to draw out two hundred thousand swords!

The romance of swordsmanship.
Chapter completed!