[Comprehensive] After wearing this sword, I found that my height was wrong

Jinjian stepped into the golden passageway at the last second when the portal was closed.

After the sense of distortion of time and space receded slowly, I felt the real feeling of landing on the ground under my feet.

Imai opened his eyes, and saw an empty hall.

The main color of the entire hall is silver and white, and the walls of unknown material have a cold metallic color.

The hall is connected by four almost identical passages, and each passage is tightly blocked by a heavy metal door, so it is completely impossible to see the scene behind the door.

In the center of the hall stands a huge electronic display screen.

On the black screen, countless mysterious green symbols are scrolling at a dizzying speed.

——This is a place completely different from Heian-kyo, not the vicissitudes of ancient charm, but the scientific side-painting style of inorganic matter.If I have to say it, it is closer to the original world of Jinjian.

Maybe it was because Jinjian entered the portal relatively late, so he didn't see the five people who left before, presumably they had already gone to other places in the building.

Fortunately, Jin Jian didn't care about their departure, because now, he is more interested in the headquarters of current politics.

Ignoring the incomprehensible big screen, Jinjian walked around the wall, and then confirmed that there was indeed no other exit except for the four doors.

"...Then, which one should I choose?"

Jin Jian slowly swept across the four identical roads, half closed his eyes and muttered.

At this moment, the main body in his hand suddenly groaned softly.

With almost gentle strength, this highly spiritual Tai Dao pulled Fu Sangshen's hand in one direction.

Looking in that direction, Jinjian saw that it was one of the four doors.

He didn't show any surprise, but nodded his fingertip holding the sword in approval: "I agree."

Afterwards, Jin Jian went straight to the silver door.

When within 3 meters from the gate, a mechanical female voice suddenly sounded——

"Target enters scanning range...start scanning..."

Jinjian was keenly aware that something colorless and invisible fell on his body and quickly swept across his body.

He sank his eyes slightly, but didn't move.

Then, as he expected, the female voice sounded again soon, but this time, the content she spoke was not very friendly.

"Warning! You do not have permission to open the door, please return to the safe area."

"If you do not obey within 10 seconds, the system will take coercive measures, please cooperate."

The moment the voice fell, a glowing red line appeared on the ground.

The red line is just 3 meters away from the gate, which is the same as the safety white line of the modern station, clearly signaling everyone to retreat behind the line.

"Countdown 10, 9, 8..."

The mechanical electronic sound reverberated in the cold and silent space, which seemed quite strange.

"...5."

"It's noisy."

Fu Sangshen, who had been silent all the time, raised his eyes suddenly, his tone could even be called calm, without the slightest hint of impatience or complaints.

However, contrary to this indifferent expression, is the light of the knife swung in his hand at extreme speed.

"—Bang!"

With a loud noise, the sealed door was split open neatly, and then cracked into several pieces, which fell to the ground.

The ground seemed to be shaken by the rumbling movement.In the empty hall, there was a buzzing sound that caused tinnitus, spreading like ripples.

I don't know if it was affected by the destruction of the gate.

The electronic sound, which was smooth and smooth before, seemed to be unsteady at the moment, and there was an intermittent sizzling sound——

"……warn!"

"Discover...invasion...emergency...here—"

Jinjian raised the Odachi, and the sharp tip of the sword suddenly pierced through a piece of wreckage at the gate, and even destroyed the system center hidden inside.

As a result, the intermittent electronic sound stopped abruptly.

The world is restored to cleanliness.

Satisfied, Fu Sangshen sheathed the knife, then calmly swept across the messy ground, and slowly walked towards the inside of the gate.

After passing the first door, there are countless branching roads, countless identical obstacles.

However, Fu Sangshen did not show the slightest hesitation at every intersection that needed to be chosen, and turned to rely entirely on intuition, which can be called doing whatever he wants.

And the subsequent series of gates also followed in the footsteps of their predecessors, and were simply and roughly forced to die at the feet of Fu Sangshen.

Everything went very smoothly, or rather, completely too smoothly——

"It's a little... a little strange."

Until now, Jin Jian has not met anyone other than himself.

No matter whether it was the Sword Fusangshen or the political staff, no one showed up to respond to this.

— This is very abnormal.

Fu Sangshen stopped his strides, raised his fingertips and gently tapped the hilt of his sword——

Is all of this a pre-arranged trap aimed at him, or...

Shizheng encountered something more urgent and important than this intruder...

Thinking about it this way, in the face of such a major event as the destruction of ten thousand houses, Shizheng could only dispatch five people at that time...

"interesting."

Fu Sangshen, who had been so calm and almost tired all this time, finally leaked something different.

A few minutes later, Jinjian finally arrived at his final destination.

Even though the gate perfectly cuts off all spiritual power fluctuations, Jin Jian still vaguely knows that what he is looking for is behind this gate.

Using the same method to open the door, Fu Sangshen stepped in.

—It was a huge collection room.

The layout is similar to that of a museum, densely packed windows are neatly arranged in rows, and a sword is displayed in each window.

This is naturally no ordinary sword.

It is different from those new knives that are forged by the gods multiple times and without the slightest blemish.These swords in front of them all have the breath of a long history of vicissitudes, and some scabbards are even clearly marked with wear and tear.

Even so, it is undeniable that the sword-shaped blade, every inch and every centimeter, carries the dignified and heroic spirit of everyone's work.

Can't go wrong.

All the things placed here are collected from various time and space nodes through the painstaking efforts of Shizheng——

The real body of the sword.

Jinjian felt it roughly, and found that all the spirits in the sword were in a deep sleep state.

Then, Jinjian walked through the aisles of rows of shop windows, and saw a lot of introductions posted on them, most of which were the names, styles, and forging times of the swords that were signed.

He scanned the signs of "Awataguchi", "Laipai", "Longboat", "Zuoziwen" and so on, but he still didn't see what he wanted to see.

Jin Jian looked at the many remaining swords behind him. If he wanted to find them one by one, he would probably have to waste a lot of time.

Unfortunately, he is not a very patient person.Therefore, Fu Sangshen withdrew his hesitant gaze, and then slowly released his breath.

That breath is cold and far away, like a strong wind like the sun, sharp and dazzling.

A few seconds later, almost all the swords that were still asleep felt vaguely that a terrible guy was coming.

However, because this breath is not very familiar, even if they are aware of it, most of the spirits still can't resist the drowsiness of An Mian, and after struggling for a while, the sound disappeared again.

Only a few strokes of the sword, an accident occurred——

In the deepest area of ​​the collection room, where the "Three Articles" were marked, there was a sudden huge commotion.

There were several swords and swords on display quietly there, the short sword, the big sword, and the big sword naginata. Compared with other sword schools, the variety is more complete.

And these few strokes of the sword have always been very silent.Even the countless descending and returning of the split spirits did not shake them in the slightest, and they never gave any response.

These souls sleeping here have always been so remote and mysterious, unparalleled.

But now, it seems that he wants to vent the long-suppressed agitation. At this moment, the few strikes of the sword have shown unprecedented intense emotions.

—Brother? !Is it brother? !

"Knock knock - knock -"

The swords shook violently, and the blades and scabbards clattered together, making non-stop vibrations.If others heard it, they would definitely think that the sword-wielding hand was twitching crazily.

Nobody doubts—

The spirit of Fusangshen, who was sleeping in the sword, was completely awakened at this moment.

The Government of Time attaches great importance to the original spirit of all swords.After all, if the spirit is injured, dead or dark, it will not affect much, but once something happens to the spirit, all the spirits will be assimilated in an instant and become worse than the spirit.

Therefore, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Shizheng strictly controlled the supply of spiritual power in the collection room, so that all the original spiritual swords were kept in a state of sleep and could not be transformed.

Therefore, even though these few vibrations of the sword seemed to be trying very hard to attract someone's attention, even frantically trying to transform into a figure, it was of no use.

They can't do anything other than shaking their bodies and colliding with each other like they are now.

After chattering for a long while, they didn't see the figure they expected after these few vibrations of the sword, so they all stopped their movements immediately.

As if suddenly bewildered, the movement suddenly froze and fell silent.

——Obviously I can feel the breath, but what about my brother? !

——Is your brother not here?

——I was cheated, why is this, it’s too much!

...Ah, Anijia QAQ

The Santiao group, who had always been aloof and cold like the flowers of the high mountains, suddenly became dark clouds and turned into a resentful painting style squatting in the corner and drawing circles.

The swords of the other sword sects displayed next to them were awakened for a moment by the sudden strange atmosphere, and they all trembled.

——Three, His Highnesses of the Santiao Group, suddenly became so scary.

--what? What? !what happened? !

——I feel a dangerous murderous aura!

This group of intangible swords are still communicating in a way that only they can understand.

Then, in the space that had been cold and silent for too long, clear footsteps suddenly sounded.Step by step, getting closer.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

At the same time, a figure entered everyone's sight——

Fu Sangshen, with silver hair and golden eyes, stopped and stood, then raised his hand, and gently touched the transparent glass of the window.

He stared at the swords displayed inside and said, "I found you."

What responded to him was a sword trembling wildly like a convulsion.