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Zhou An estimated that Yao Xianhui might know some inside information, but he didn't ask further. It really didn't have much to do with him.

Things are back to square one, and he still has to find the person who gave him the sword talisman and ask what happened.

The Decaying Sword Intent is definitely not just something he comprehended. It is related to this long sword and the sword talisman. If he had to say it, he felt that it was the arrangement of fate, or someone else's arrangement.

This is a very scary thing.

The atmosphere of the banquet was very lively, and it was completely confirmed that Zhou An would attend the Immortal Competition as one of the representatives.

Zhou An is completely better than You Wen, so he can naturally participate in the competition for immortals.

Zhou An did not refuse. After coming to this world, Qi Fugui did help him a lot, which was considered a favor.

They were preparing to go to the imperial capital in half a month, and he was also preparing to establish himself as the number one swordsman in this half month and get the mission reward of the Doomsday Game.

At night, Zhou An didn't sleep either. He sat cross-legged in front of the window, closed his eyes and meditated, and kept cultivating his sword intent. This could also slow down the erosion of the decayed sword intent on him to a certain extent. It was a multi-purpose thing.

Unknowingly, he saw a desolate world where nothing existed and everything was in decay.

He moved forward aimlessly in this world, using nothing, whether it was people, animals, plants, or even any buildings.

This is a desperate world.

He didn't know why he could see this world. Then a rotten long sword was inserted into the ground. Looking forward, the ground was densely covered with tattered long swords and various long swords. , lost aura and no vitality.

A mountain of swords appeared in front of him, with densely packed swords stuck in it.

"This is not Sword Mountain, this is Sword Tomb."

He climbed up, and his skin was constantly cut by the sword blade, leaving blood on the ground.

The sword tomb was very high, and he climbed it for a long time without reaching the end. Then he saw a black shadow appear in the dark sky.

With a sword cry, a black sword fell from the sky, penetrated his body, and pinned him to the ground, unable to move.

He could clearly feel the passage of life force. As the blood continued to escape, life had an end, and the end was darkness, just like these rotten and broken sword blades.

"call"

Zhou An woke up with a start, still sitting cross-legged in front of the window sill, sweating profusely, feeling as if he had really died at a certain moment just now.

"What is that place?"

"Is it because of the decayed sword intent?"

His face became solemn, and he realized that his life might not be as long as he thought, and he might die at any time.

A solution must be found as soon as possible!

Before dawn, Zhou An set out alone, but happened to bump into Shancha waiting in the outer room.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou An looked at her doubtfully.

Shancha's eyes were a little lost, and he seemed to have just gotten up. When he saw Zhou An, he was stunned for a moment and said complainingly:

"I knew you were going out today, so I got up early to prepare breakfast. I didn't expect you to be so early. You should tell me in advance so that I can prepare."

Zhou An shook his head: "No, I'm leaving first. If the prince comes to ask, just say I'm going to Qingcheng Mountain."

Shancha was a little confused: "Sir, no one questions you now, why do you still challenge me?"

She is not a sword cultivator. Although she is an immortal cultivator, her cultivation level is extremely low. Her level as a beginner is only better than that of ordinary mortals.

Zhou An shook his head: "Sword cultivators must keep moving forward and upward, like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."

Shancha's eyes showed envy: "Sir, do you think I can become a swordsman?"

"Although it sounds a bit wishful thinking." She added.

Zhou An took a piece of pastry from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "As long as you think about it, nothing is impossible."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out. It was windy outside, with light snow falling, and the weather was slightly cold.

After walking out of the palace, he walked towards Qingcheng Mountain step by step like a mortal, carrying a rusty sword on his back. When he walked to the east of the city, he bought two pancakes.

It was freshly baked and very hot, and he enjoyed it quite a lot.

Qingcheng Mountain is a place rich in spiritual energy, and many immortal cultivators have opened caves in it to practice in seclusion.

Fortunately, monks below the transformation stage do not need long-term retreat, but for those above the transformation stage, a retreat can be as short as a few months, or as long as more than ten years, or even hundreds of years.

Zhou An still followed the original plan and went to find Jiansan and Huang Qiming first, and also knew the approximate location of Huang Qiming's cave.

Qingcheng Mountain is not particularly high. It was already noon when we climbed to the top, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, ranging from light snow to heavy snow.

When we walked to a small stream, there was a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat, fishing by the clear water. There were some small fish in the river. These small fish were very clever and did not take the bait at all.

Zhou An stood by the river and looked at it for a while and smiled: "You can't catch fish at all like this."

The fisherman glanced sideways at Zhou An and shook his head: "Why are you being so arbitrary? I think I will definitely take the bait today, at least one."

Zhou An chuckled lightly and continued walking forward: "Let's see if you can catch a fish when I come back later."

"How long will it take? I'll catch the fish and leave. I may not be able to wait until you come back." The fisherman said.

Zhou An thought for a while: "It should be soon."

Huang Qiming's cave was nearby. Zhou An walked around twice and couldn't find the specific location, so he had to shout loudly: "Huang Qiming, I'm here to challenge you, please show up!"

The sound was deafening and spread throughout half of the mountain. Many monks in the cave opened their eyes and looked outside.

Zhou An felt several glances, but didn't care at all, and continued to shout: "Huang Qiming, show up quickly!"

While shouting and walking, the sound continued to echo in the mountains, and the original tranquility and clarity were broken.

Walking to the river again, Zhou An continued to shout: "Huang Qiming, I'm here to challenge you, show up quickly!"

At this time, the fisherman raised his head and looked at him, and said angrily: "Stop shouting, stop shouting, I am Huang Qiming, what can I do for you?"

"Really, day by day, I can't make a living even if I catch a fish."

Zhou An fell into silence for a moment, looking around at Huang Qiming: "You are Huang Qiming, don't they say you are in retreat? Why are you fishing here?"

Huang Qiming obviously held his breath and said indifferently: "Do I need to report to other people when I am fishing?"

Zhou An smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and continued: "No need, no need, it turns out you are Huang Qiming, you didn't tell me earlier."

Huang Qiming took a deep breath: "You didn't ask before. You said you would challenge me, why did you challenge me? We have no grievances, and we don't even know each other."

Zhou An approached and said, "They say you are the third best swordsman in Wu'an City, so I came to challenge you."

Huang Qiming lowered his head and continued fishing: "Go back, I gave up the third place to you. I also saw what happened yesterday. You must be the one who killed You Wen. I want to live for a while, so I won't fight. .”

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "That won't work. We have to fight. Otherwise, wouldn't my trip be in vain? It's not easy to come up."

"You Wen is seeking death on his own, otherwise I wouldn't kill him. How about we just compete in kendo without using spiritual energy."

"Only competing in swordsmanship without spiritual energy?" Huang Qiming looked at him with some surprise, "Do you really think you can beat me? I have been honing my swordsmanship for hundreds of years, and I feel that my swordsmanship has reached its peak. If we only compete in swordsmanship, even if I am a swimmer, Wen can’t beat me.”

Zhou An drew out the long sword in his hand, and the sword intent that he had cultivated for a long time spread out. The weeds on the ground were cut off one by one, as if being chopped off one by one by a small sword.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about it after the fight. Whether we win or lose, it won't affect anything. You can catch your fish later, and I will leave on my own."

Huang Qiming put down the fishing rod in his hand, feeling that Zhou An's character suited him very well, and said, "But do I have other conditions?"

"What?" Zhou An stared at the other party closely.

Huang Qiming smiled and said: "If you lose, just accompany me to fish here today. It's just a literary fight anyway, so don't hurt your friendship."

Zhou An curled his lips: "There is no chance, although I also want to fish."

Neither of them took action immediately. Instead, they clashed with their swords first. Huang Qiming's swordsmanship was particularly strong, like a mountain, slowly pressing towards the person.

This is the sword intention called "Thick Earth".