Chapter 1139: Chapter 1139 – The Underground Tomb (7)

Beichen Ying, without saying anything more, directly went up to pull out the double-edged sword.

That double-edged blue sword clearly wasn’t an ordinary item, Beichen Ying’s heart had some restraining fear, therefore, he first went to pull out that long black sword.

However, just as Beichen Ying extended his hand, when it was a thumb’s distance away from that long black sword, suddenly——

The surroundings around the long black sword had an odd, faint fluctuation, blocking Beichen Ying from getting near it.

Beichen Ying didn’t believe it, he condensed his whole body’s spirit force into the hollow of his right palm. Bit by bit, his palm slowly reached towards that long black sword hilt.

At the moment, Beichen Ying’s fair face was covered with sweat, both eyes scarlet red, very clearly, he had already exhausted all his strength.

Afterwards, he finally touched the long black sword’s hilt!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, an unforeseen event suddenly happened at this moment.

One only saw Beichen Ying’s body seemed to have suffered a heavy hit, he trembled violently, and then a loud ‘bang’ sounded!

Beichen Ying’s body suddenly flew backwards and heavily smashed against the coffin, sending out an intense hitting sound.

He directly spat out a mouthful of blood while covering his chest, coughing continuously.

Inside the great hall, everyone’s gazes carried astonishment, uniformly gazing at those two ancient swords in the stone altar.

“A very hard to deal with attacking power.” Situ Ming said, stunned.

Just now, when Beichen Ying was sent flying from the jolt, at the same time, they also felt a powerful rebound force. Only, because they didn’t face the force head on, therefore, they were barely able to withstand it.

These two swords were definitely not ordinary, very possibly, they were exceptionally famous swords. But...their attack power were terrible.

After Beichen Ying was sent flying, Zi Yan anxiously ran over, with a deeply concerned face, she said: “Beichen, how are you? Are you alright?”

Helped up by Zi Yan, Beichen Ying’s face carried a trace of shock: “This sword is very strange, it actually can launch an attack on its own.”

Su Luo, seeing he was seriously injured, gave him a pill that treated internal injuries. After Beichen Ying swallowed it, he sat in place to meditate.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun’s gaze gradually became heavy. His pair of eyes stared at those two swords in the stone altar. Suddenly, brilliant lights and vibrant colors flashed through his gaze.

“What’s going on?” Su Luo saw that his expression was different, and walked up to his side to inquire in a low voice.

“If I didn’t guess wrong, those two double-edged swords ought to be the Chi Xiao Sword and Cheng Ying Sword from legends.” Nangong Liuyun’s eyes were like bright stars, glistening and dazzling.

“Chi Xiao Sword and Cheng Ying Sword?!” Li Yaoyao, having heard what was said, exclaimed in surprise.

These two swords had continuously been passed on in legends, practically buried in the long river of history. But now, they had unexpectedly appeared here?

“Chi Xiao Sword and Cheng Ying Sword? Are they very well-known?” Su Luo expressed her puzzlement.

“What only famous ah, they’re simply so well-known, like thunder piercing the ear. Only you, this kind of ignorant person of talent, hasn’t heard of them!” Li Yaoyao stared at Su Luo with disdain, “It is said that five thousand years ago, there was a married couple that seemingly came from out of nowhere. They each had an exceptionally famous sword, together, they challenged the sects all over the entire world, simply battling until they were unrivalled! Those exceptional swords were precisely Chi Xiao Sword and Cheng Ying Sword!”

Su Luo cast her an indifferent glance, unconcerned.

The corner of Li Yaoyao’s mouth rose from being immensely proud of herself: “At that time, I and Third Senior Brother read this story together ah. Don’t believe me, ask Third Senior Brother.”

Su Luo was unruffled, she was all smiles.

It seemed to her that the present Li Yaoyao was too childish. Simply like a clown jumping up and down, Su Luo really was too lazy to pay any attention to her.

Li Yaoyao took a few steps forward, carefully sizing up those two double-edged swords: “It is said that the Chi Xiao Sword is about seventy- one centimeters long, the hilt is made of red jade from the deep seas, the sword blade is engraved with a complicated dragon pattern......”