In the realm of the furnace, Lan Ruo sat in the center of the sword mound with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and entered a wonderful realm, as if the old monk was settled, neither feeling tired nor hungry, as if he had been freed from the shackles of **. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Lan Ruo's sea of knowledge.

"Next!" A sword flew in front of Lan Ruo, who was sitting cross-legged, to fight.

"Two more!" A sword flew in front of Lan Ruo.

"Four more!" Two swords and two swords flew in front of Lan Ruo.

"Eight more!" Four swords and four swords flew in front of Lan Ruo.

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The more swords Lan Ruo defeated, the more sword intent he absorbed, and these sword intents were fused into his divine sense, and he could use those sword techniques at will.

However, if you don't really understand the meaning of the sword, even if you use those sword techniques, the god form will not match, and the power will be greatly reduced, so this can only be said to be a sleeping treasure, and it will take a long time to digest and understand.

At the moment, Lan Ruo didn't have many sword intents that comprehended the essence, and the straight and unyielding Toru Sword of Arc Xue Lin was one of them.

Today is the eighth day after entering the furnace realm.

These days, Lan Ling has been guarding Lan Ruo without looking at each other, for fear of any accidents, even if he is as strong as Lan Ling, his spirit has been in a state of tension, and he has been sleepless for so many days, and he is a little unbearable.

Suddenly, Lan Ruo's body trembled slightly, and Lan Ling on the side saw Lan Ruo's body trembling, and his whole body tensed.

He knew how dangerous it was to duel with these ancient famous swords and swords in the sea of consciousness, even more dangerous than fighting with real swords and guns, and if he was not careful, his divine consciousness could be irreparably damaged, ranging from permanent damage to his mental power, or to becoming an idiot and a waste, and a lifetime of confusion.

Lan Ling knew that this battle of sword intent was an unattainable and unavoidable adventure for Lan Ruo, as the core of the Sword Shrine, the arc light Xue Lin was willing to unsheath for Lan Ruo and declare war on a thousand swords, which was a miracle, if Lan Ruo's entry was interrupted halfway, Lan Ruo would probably miss a lot, but what could compare to Lan Ruo's life?

Lan Ling had already decided that as long as Lan Ruo appeared abnormal, he would immediately take action to drag Lan Ruo out of the sword mound, and then use his sword intent to forcibly destroy the remaining sword intent in Lan Ruo's sea of knowledge.

After Lan Ruo's body trembled slightly, he let out a long breath, he still closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, his lips were a little sticky because of thirst, but his voice was clear and firm, and it spread throughout the entire sword mound: "How many are left?" Hurry up and let's get on it together! ”

What an arrogant declaration of war this was, the entire Sword Shrine began to shake, the swords that were not fighting were all angry, the wind swept the Sword Shrine, the surrounding bamboo forest was almost crushed to the ground by the wind, and the color of the virtual shadow that seemed to be a sword and not a sword and a sword suspended in the sky became darker and darker, as if it was materializing, and Lan Ling had never seen such a vision for more than ten years guarding the Sword Shrine.

Nearly a thousand dazzling swords of different shapes flew to Lan Ruo's side together, hovering in the air, motionless, and countless sword light and sword qi floated up, which was spectacular.

Lan Ruo was surrounded by countless sword light and sword qi in the center, and those sword light and sword qi of different colors revolved around Lan Ruo, forming a colorful hemisphere, which drilled into Lan Ruo's body one after another, washing his body, swimming in his internal organs, all the way up, and entering Lan Ruo's sea of knowledge.

Lan Ling on the side couldn't help but clench his fists when he looked at it, he had always been indifferent, and even his palms began to sweat.

In the sea of knowledge, Lan Ruo stood proudly with the arc of light and Xuelin, and in the empty sea of knowledge, one by one black shadows came out, each black shadow held a sword in his hand, and the black shadows surrounded Lan Ruoli in three circles and three circles.

But Lan Ruo was not afraid at all, and with a wave of his hand, Lan Ruo's sword light and sword aura around him were full of swords, forcing the encirclement of the black shadow a few times.

I saw that in the void, a sword condensed out of thin air, including the Lan family's stunning and dazzling green rose sword, the death-robbing sword of an unknown master in the south, the pure and solemn interpretation sword of Buddhism, the mad sword of the last generation of the west, the heart battle sword full of fighting spirit, the pair of magic swords of the elf clan, the golden wood and silver mistletoe, the dreamlike star and moon phantom sword of a certain generation of the sky island lord, and the extremely streamlined wind cutting knife of the last generation of the Holy Church judge......

Thousands of famous swords and swords are protecting Lan Ruo, the tip of the sword is facing outward, the sword intent is clear, the sword intent is domineering, ready to attack at any time, these swords are the swords that Lan Ruo defeated before.

This is a war, a war between the sword that was conquered by Lan Ruo, and the sword that was not conquered.

Lan Ruo lifted the arc snow lin, fell heavily, and announced the beginning of the war.

The swords around Lan Ruo shot out in all directions, and those black shadows on the periphery raised their swords to parry, and all the swords fought together, as if two armies were clashing.

A dark shadow rushed in front of Lan Ruo, and in his hand was the sword of the previous generation of swordsmen in the northern realm, the Blood Knife.

Each knife of the blood knife was extremely weird, slashing from an impossible position, Lan Ruo's right hand parried two knives with arc light Xuelin, and with a move with his left hand, a very ordinary sword flew over, hovering in the air, Lan Ruo took the sword from the air with his left hand, and waved it at will, blocking the menacing blood knife.

This sword is called the clumsy sword, and the sword itself is unremarkable, but the sword intent contained in it is extremely mysterious.

The clumsy sword is a strange sword realized by a swordsman in the west hundreds of years ago.

The sword is refined to the extreme, pervasive, so what if the sword is clumsy to the extreme?

The only way for a genius to communicate with a fool is to make a genius stupid, and in front of a clumsy sword, no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it will become clumsy, so, therefore, "subtle" is meaningless in front of a clumsy sword.

Maybe Lan Ruo belongs to the great wisdom and foolish type, the clumsy sword is the earliest sword intent that Lan Ruo understands, although this sword can't be expected to break the enemy, but it is the best to use it for grappling.

Lan Ruo's left hand parried the blood knife with the sword intent of the clumsy sword, and the arc light Xuelin in his right hand used the sword intent of the sword to knock the 'chasing darkness' with the Great Light Holy Sword away.

Lan Ruo walked through thousands of swords, grabbed all kinds of swords in the air at will and fought with the black shadow of the sword, there was no need to think at all, all kinds of sword intent and sword intent were swayed casually, and when the battle was in full swing, Lan Ruo let out a long howl that was dripping with pleasure.

This battle of a thousand swords lasted until the evening of the ninth day, Lan Ruo slowly opened his eyes, his only remaining left eye was washed and polished by countless sword intents, a trace of cyan brilliance flashed in his pupils, and his skin also revealed a faint warm luster.

There were a few wisps of awe-inspiring sword intent floating around him, and his delicate and handsome face seemed to have some changes, less soft, more sharp.

Lan Ruo looked around and suddenly found that his perception of the surrounding environment had become very sensitive, and the texture of the bamboo leaves in the distance had become extremely clear, and even the direction of the wind could be fully perceived.

The escape between life and death that night in Hanshan made him feel deeply, and after recovering from his dying injuries, the spirit in his body was also much purer, and he was about to step into the sixth order.

In the past few days, his body and mind have been refined by the sword, and his fighting qi has finally broken through that layer of membrane and reached the sixth order, but the magic power in his spirit pool is so bad that it stays at the peak of the fifth order.

Lan Ling on the side saw that Lan Ruo had opened his eyes, and hurriedly walked over, Lan Ruo looked at Lan Ling, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa...... I...... A little thirsty. ”

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