If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info humans have long since explained their selfishness.

Humanity has already shown its selflessness for its desires.

The flowery line of using war to make peace has been played out too many times. It is nothing more than wrapping the ugly hearts of human beings in a candy coat.

"But we've found the right path." Hua'an pondered Zhang Xiaoliang's words deeply. He's not a nerd either.

"Hmph, human beings are like this, they can't admit their mistakes openly. Always put on a righteous and hypocritical face. Then he uses his sense of self-superiority to attack those of his own kind who are in deep trouble. In my eyes. You don't have real peace. The struggle between interests never ends. Zhang Xiaoliang licked his lips: "Your peace is nothing but the comfort of the beneficiaries' flowery words, teaching the suffering to be patient and smile with the mask of truth, kindness and beauty, but once it touches the interests of some people. So do you still have good things to say? The repression of the entertainment industry is just a microcosm of society. People still bully people, but they no longer use the name of war, but give more dignified and righteous words to rights. So I ask you, what kind of path do you have to find the right way? Beauty? A dream of living in words? Wake up. Only being strong can give you fairness. No, being strong will make you beautiful. ”

Hua An didn't speak, and climbed up silently.

It took him a while to come to his senses.

"But I still believe in human beings."

"Believe what?"

"Beautiful lies."

Zhang Xiaoliang and Hua An have already climbed very high, and looking down at the bottom of the stairs is the abyss.

But the staircase above already saw the exit, and it was another door.

"What's out there?" Zhang Xiaoliang asked.

"How do I know, I'm here for the first time too." Hua An also quickened his pace with excitement, he was also full of curiosity about the top of Huashan Mountain, when the master was in charge of the sect in the past, Hua An's master only went in once but never came out. Since the top of Huashan Mountain has not been held since 500 years ago, there has never been a sword debate. On the contrary, the head of the house who went in once every few decades did not come out again. Over time, no one has ever come to this sword on the top of Huashan Mountain.

So this is also the first time Huaan has come in.

"It's so murderous." Zhang Xiaoliang frowned and stood on the stairs and stopped. He stared cautiously at the door, not daring to enter.

"Murderous?" As a swordsman, Hua An's perception of danger is also first-class, but he only feels the light at the exit with kindness and warmth, as if he wants to hug himself, how can there be any murderous aura?

"You don't feel murderous?" Zhang Xiaoliang was very surprised, such a strong murderous aura is that ordinary people will probably know that they can't go to that exit.

Hua An frowned. Close your eyes and feel the light outside.

That light seemed to be happy to meet Hua'an.

"There is no discomfort at all." Hua'an and Zhang Xiaoliang feel the opposite.

Zhang Xiaoliang hesitated to look back, there was no way back behind, there was still a curse seal in his right hand, and if he jumped directly, his whole hand would be useless. And even if you jump, you can't seem to leave here.

"I have no choice but to go with you." Zhang Xiaoliang was very resistant to the hostility coming from above.

Hua'an is more comfortable the further up it goes. The saber on his body seemed to feel pleasure and snorted slightly.

"Sword intent, such a powerful sword intent." Hua An reverently shouted, a swordsman's pursuit of the sword is always beyond people's imagination, as long as it is related to the sword, they are willing to spend their lives to study.

Now on the top of Mount Hua, I feel the pure atmosphere of the sword intent, and it is natural to watch and worship.

Hua An reverently held the sword and approached the door step by step, and the closer Zhang Xiaoliang got closer, the more panicked he became. There's enough to kill him behind the door!

Finally at the door!

Zhang Xiaoliang cautiously poked his head out.

Outside the door is a circular dojo.

The circular field is filled with different swords! The swords rippled in a white opalescent light. Above the circular dojo is not the sky, but the starry sky within reach!

The sky is starry, and the ground is milky white. The dome is scattered with starlight, and the ground echoes the whiteness of the falling snow. An unknown fragrance fills the air.

"Sword Soul." Hua An looked at the vast sea of swords and muttered.

"What is a sword soul?" Zhang Xiaoliang only felt that the things in front of him were very illusory and terrifying. It is a product of independence from one space, and it should not belong to this world!

"The sword is killed in battle, and the dead are mounds, which are called sword mounds. The sword man dies for the will, and the dead is the soul, which is called the sword soul. "Hua An carried the words passed down by the master behind his back." Kenzuka is a belligerent person who wields a sword, and what is instilled in the sword is the will to fight. And the sword soul instills in the sword the supreme pursuit. The two are not superior or inferior, but the artistic conception produced is different. And what you see now is the Sword Soul. Sword Soul means that hundreds of sword-wielding masters have died here. The sword of each of the dead is stuck in this circular battlefield. ”

Hua An cautiously scanned the land.

Suddenly, a sword locked in his eyes. The style of the sword is very special, the red rhombic cloth wraps the hilt, and the delicate pointed sword is firmly slanted into the land. Red rhombic cloth flutters in the air.

"Master." Hua An's lips trembled slightly as he walked towards the sword. He couldn't believe "why?" Didn't you say you'd be back in the evening? I've been waiting for 10 years. ”

Hua An knelt in front of the sword with tears in his eyes.

The surrounding swords seemed to sense the invasion of outsiders and shook en masse.

"Something is wrong." Zhang Xiaoliang's danger sense has been stung to the point that he can't bear it.

"Hey, let's go!" Zhang Xiaoliang yelled at Hua An, who was immersed in grief.

Hua'an didn't hear Zhang Xiaoliang's words, still kneeling on the ground, bowing his head sadly.

The sword in his hand seemed to sense that something was wrong, and let out a steely roar, as if he wanted to remind Hua An.

"The disciples are not filial, and after you leave, the Huashan faction is even more depressed, and no one wants to learn swordsmanship. Master... Before Hua'an finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoliang suddenly saw dozens of swords around him actually flying in the air and rushing directly towards Hua'an!

"Hurry up!" Zhang Xiaoliang roared! He was just about to pounce to save Hua'an, and the sword beside him also moved!

If there are dozens of attacks on Hua'an, then there are hundreds of them against Zhang Xiaoliang!

All kinds of swords pointed at Zhang Xiaoliang like flowing water!

Zhang Xiaoliang is difficult to protect! There is no way to save Hua'an!

But the sword that attacked Hua'an has rushed up! Huaan didn't know the current situation at all!

By the time he turned around when he felt wrong, the sword was no more than ten centimeters away from him. Hua An stared at the spot dumbfounded.

"Phew!"

Hua An quietly opened his eyes. He found that nothing was going on.

And the sword in front of him blocked all the swords that attacked Hua'an with its soft blade.

"Hongling?!" That's the name of that sword.

Hongling seemed to understand Hua'an's words and flew into Hua'an's hand by herself.