The Hundred Swords Forest is the place where the sword intent of the strong men of all generations of the Sword Casting Mountain gathers.

Xiao Jiange slowly came to take a look, before Nangong Song and Dance and Zhu Wen were here, they successively condensed the Divine Soul Law to break through the Four Heavens of the Condensing Divine Realm, as for the specific Divine Soul Law Phase, how many zhang is high, Xiao Jiange is unknown.

Therefore, Xiao Jiange also came here to take a look at the Hundred Swords Forest and was quite interested in it.

This is an ancient forest is not different from the ordinary woods, the greenery is strange, each of its trees exudes a stream of sword intent, strong and weak, more and less, or silk or wisps There are also strands, all kinds of intersections, it becomes a vast sword intent, flooding this ancient forest.

At this moment, there are already many swordsmen who want to use the sword intent in this forest to forge their souls.

It's a pity that the sword intent is vast, and they are blocked by it after a few steps deep, and most of the swordsmen can only stay at the edge of the ancient forest to refine their sword intent.

Only a few swordsmen were able to penetrate a few points, but they were far from reaching the heart of the ancient forest.

Xiao Jiange was immediately interested when he saw this scene, and a thought couldn't help but rise in his heart, it was better to forge his own Lone Snow Sword Intent with this vast sword intent.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Jiange suddenly became enlightened, but for the sake of conservatism, he now revealed the weedy sword intent, stepped out, and stepped into the realm of the Hundred Swords Forest.

"Boom" The vast sword intent suddenly crushed like a tide, and there were too many sword intents contained in it, including wind and thunder, frost, autumn water, etc., and the impact of the sword intent that many sword intents fused into made Xiao Jiange's figure unstable, his spirit shook, and the weeds sword intent was scattered as if it had been hit hard.

Xiao Jiange was shocked, and immediately took a few steps back and withdrew from the Hundred Swords Forest Realm.

Exiting the Hundred Sword Forest, the sword intent that crushed itself in the sky slowly dissipated. Xiao Jiange felt the pressure on his body drop sharply, relaxed, and began to sit cross-legged, carrying his weed sword intent, and slowly stabilizing it.

The weed sword intent bloomed, and a subtle green light suddenly bloomed on Xiao Jiange's white and blue mink velvet figure, and this green light suddenly increased a few points after absorbing the sword intent from the previous impact.

The weed sword intent was also a little stronger.

Hmm? Xiao Jiange noticed such a change, and suddenly his heart sighed slightly, and he immediately understood how this Hundred Sword Forest tempered his sword intent.

Xiao Jiange suddenly looked bright, slowly got up, his eyes showed firmness, since he was able to refine his sword intent, then this was undoubtedly a good time for him to hone his own Lone Snow sword intent.

Xiao Jiange's heart suddenly moved when he thought of this, and a vision suddenly appeared around his body, only to see a layer of white and blue frost enveloping Xiao Jiange's figure, and then a sword intent came out majestically, and the momentum was vast, but the sword intent was extremely weak, like a small grass.

Xiao Jiange's eyes froze, and he slowly stepped into the Hundred Swords Forest, and suddenly a vast sword intent came to him, Xiao Jiange's eyes were solemn, and he had a bold idea.

I saw that he carried his Lone Snow Sword Intent, and the white-blue sword intent emanated from the sky around Xiao Jiange's back, and all kinds of sword intents from all directions converged and impacted, washing the Lone Snow Sword Intent over and over again.

Lone Snow's sword intent was like a candle flame in the wind, swaying endlessly, exuding a subtle light, as if it would be extinguished by the impact at any time. Passionate about e-books

Xiao Jiange condensed and refined the Gu Xue Sword Intent, refining and assimilating the various sword intents that remained after each impact into the Gu Xue Sword Intent, and put it like fertilizer for the Gu Xue Sword Intent to absorb and cultivate it.

Xiao Jiange did not rush forward, but took his time step by step, and after every step, he rested and refined the sword intent and moved forward again, just like eating.

As a result, Xiao Jiange became one of the surrounding martial artists, staying at the edge of the ancient forest, moving forward slowly, like a turtle crawling, and only after a long time did he take a step, but compared to the warriors around him who stopped moving forward, or could not bear the pain of the impact of the sword intent, he gave up more stable.

Xiao Jiange walked slowly like a rock, letting the surrounding sword intent wash away the Lone Snow Sword Intent, and the pain above his soul Xiao Jiangge also endured it one by one without saying a word, after all, the hardships he endured were the masters, and Xiao Jiange knew that if he wanted to refine his sword intent, he would have to endure all the suffering.

The Hundred Swords Forest is the sword intent of the sword casting masters of the past generations of Sword Casting Mountain who left their sword casting life here, and over time, it is a huge condensation of sword intent.

You must know that a swordsmith has cast countless swords in his life, and what he left behind is the purest sword intent, so this hundred sword forest can be said to demonstrate the will of the swordsmiths.

Xiao Jiange's mind thought of this in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel respect, and his heart became heroic.

Since the predecessors did not hesitate to use this to create everyone, then I laughed and accepted, Xiao Jiange had in his heart, felt all the sword intent in the Hundred Swords Forest, and exercised the sword intent of Gu Xue to the extreme.

Xiao Jiange's mind stabilized and moved forward gradually, although every step was to stay for a moment, but as time passed slowly, Xiao Jiange still slowly came to the center of the Hundred Swords Forest.

Along the way, Xiao Jiange was firm and deep, and the swordsmen around him admired him very much, and the lonely snow sword intent on Xiao Jiange's body was also like a clumsy seedling slowly growing, gradually revealing its posture in the wind and rain, gradually stabilizing like a candle flame, turning into a firework burning on the wood, no matter how strong the wind could not extinguish it.

Xiao Jiange felt that the growth of Gu Xue's sword intent was getting stronger and stronger, and he suddenly made up his mind even more, before the sword casting meeting began, he was exercising his soul and sword intent in this hundred sword forest.

The sword intent in the center of the Hundred Swords Forest can be said to be the most majestic, even if it is Xiao Jiange, it is a little difficult to resist, one is the pain from the sword intent, and the other is the pain from the soul, if only one of them is fine, but the intersection of the two is a feast of feelings, very uncomfortable, as if it affects Xiao Jiange.

"Uh" Xiao Jiange's white hair fluttered, and he couldn't help but snort as he endured the pain from his divine soul and sword intent, and a vertical light quietly exploded at the center of his eyebrows, and a trace of blood oozed from it.

Lone Snow's sword intent swayed endlessly, like a fire in the wind and rain, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Xiao Jiange did not move like a mountain, even though he still didn't say a word despite the many pains, he even carried the tempering of the nineteenth layer of hell and carried it over, what else could make Xiao Jiange cry out for pain and suffering.

Time passed slowly, and his Lone Snow sword intent also changed very significantly, and the sword intent slowly rose from one zhang to another.

Two zhang, three zhang, four zhang, five zhang, six zhang, since the six zhang growth trend slowed down, only inch by inch growth.

But even so, Xiao Jiange was extremely happy in his heart.

"Hmm, how can anyone stay in the center of the Hundred Swords Forest for so long?" A word full of surprise sounded, and then the void distorted, and a silver-veined white cloth, wearing silver boots, a wooden hairpin on his head, holding his temples, and carrying an ice blue cold heart sword quietly appeared in the sky above the Hundred Swords Forest.