"In that case, all the ten thousand sword predecessors in the Ten Thousand Swords Array had the chance"

"I, Xiao Jiange, I am willing to accept it together!" Xiao Jiange curled the corners of his mouth and said to the sword spirit.

Hearing this, the sword spirit couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Xiao Jiange with wide eyes, from ancient times to the present, only one martial artist dared to make such a request to himself.

Xiao Jiange's old face turned red when he saw the reaction of the sword spirit, and his face showed a rare look of embarrassment.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but scratch his head.

"It seems that the younger generation is embarrassed by the seniors. Xiao Jiange said embarrassedly.

Sword Spirit looked at Xiao Jiange, and after being silent for a moment, he suddenly spoke slowly

"I am impressed by your courage. ”

"Well, it seems that there is still room for negotiation. Xiao Jiange's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Ha, since you have such courage, it is not impossible. The sword spirit hesitated for a moment before speaking out

"It's up to you to see if you dare to bear the fate of these 10,000 swordsmen at the same time. Sword Spirit said with a smile.

"Why don't you dare?" Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

Although Xiao Jiange said with a smile, his eyes were extremely solemn.

The inheritance of 10,000 kendo predecessors is undoubtedly a self-defeating choice.

Every inheritance will become a burden on Xiao Jiange's spirit, and the Ten Thousand Dao Inheritance can be imagined how terrifying its power is.

Without hesitation, it is very likely that bearing so many strong inheritances at once will crush Xiao Jiange's divine soul at once.

"In that case, it will be as you wish. Sword Spirit's voice sounded faintly.

As the sword spirit's words fell, all of a sudden, the remnants of the swords that stood on the ground and spread throughout the entire space all made a clanging sound, like thunder on the ground, and exploded in Xiao Jiange's mind.

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh" sounded one after another breaking through the air, and I saw that thousands of remnant swords were densely packed together, blooming out in unison, and a streamer rushed towards Xiao Jiange, submerging into his figure.

"Uhh

"Hmph, I'd like to see if you can resist it. Sword Spirit snorted arrogantly, his words with contempt and a little expectation at the same time.

If Xiao Jiange can really carry it and completely accept the inheritance of ten thousand kinds of swordsmanship, then it will inevitably become an existence that has never been seen before or since.

This is undoubtedly a very scary thing.

Integrating ten thousand sword intent sword moves, if this is the case, I am afraid that Xiao Jiange will be the only strongest swordsman in the Central Plains in the past few hundred years.

"Snort" Xiao Jiange's eyebrows suddenly exploded, and blood slowly poured out from it.

Xiao Jiange's brows were tightly locked, and there were pictures flashing in his mind.

"One sword, three springs and autumns, the sword goes and the sword does not come back. "There is a figure in white dancing and practicing swords in a forest, and the woods behind it are prosperous and withering, showing the changes of the four seasons.

"The sword cloud is misty between the sky and the earth, and the three-foot sword blade enters the clouds. Another figure turned his back to the common people and shot his sword towards the sky, and a sword shadow suddenly soared up to the Nine Heavens and broke through the clouds.

"I have a sword to break ten thousand laws!" There are thousands of sword shadows in the hands of the black-clothed swordsman, turning into a sword to kill a demon, sprinkling a blood mist between heaven and earth.

"It's not been a long time, although the bones are cold!" Another swordsman said goodbye to his hometown, laughed and went to battle towards Wanjian Mountain, with a sword spirit of death for three thousand miles, leaving a fearless figure.

.......

At this moment, Xiao Jiange's mind was like a horse watching flowers, reproducing the peak style of the life of the ten thousand swordsmen of Wanjian Mountain in the past.

Xiao Jiange, who was immersed in the world of consciousness, was fascinated, as if he was in the scene, and he was also in the world.

I can't wait to follow myself into the battlefield of Wanjian Mountain, and I smile with a sword, just for the common people and not for the sake of fame.

Outside, Xiao Jiange sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression gradually turned calm, and he successfully contained these ten thousand sword intents and inheritances.

The sword spirit couldn't help but feel amazed, after bearing so many inheritances, he didn't have a divine soul disillusionment and exploded to death, which showed how terrifying Xiao Jiange's willpower was.

If it were an ordinary person, his soul would have been scattered at this moment.

As Xiao Jiange entered the state, the ten thousand remnant swords around him seemed to have been induced, and the sword intent in the sky converged, condensing from all directions and turning into a vortex to surround Xiao Jiange.

Attracted by the traction, Xiao Jiange's Nine Zhangs Divine Soul Law was also revealed, and its countless sword intents surrounded and refined his soul like wisps.

And Xiao Jiange's body was also wrapped in ten thousand sword qi, shattered, reorganized and condensed, carrying out continuous reincarnation, and constantly building the strength of his physique.

Seeing such a scene, the sword spirit couldn't help but show a shocked look.

Xiao Jiange actually surrendered these ten thousand sword intents!

Not only did the 10,000 kendo predecessors in the past recognize the inheritance given to him by Xiao Jiange, but they also forged their souls with sword intent and shaped their bodies with sword energy.

It can be said that it is equivalent to 10,000 kendo seniors transforming Xiao Jiange from the inside out and strengthening it.

Sword Spirit is sure that if Xiao Jiange resists, it will definitely be a rebirth!

However, this quenching reshaping and soul forging at the same time can be described as a terrifying training, and the sword spirit began to worry about whether Xiao Jiange could resist it. One eight

After all, he also wanted to see a perfect work of art born from his own hands.

If Xiao Jiange was sober at this moment, he would definitely sneer and not care at all.

In the past, the nineteenth layer of hell tortured himself, and he survived, not to mention that it was only forged and reshaped.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, three days had passed.

Xiao Jiange wore a mink velvet and moved slightly, his white hair fluttering, and he sat quietly on the void of ten thousand remnant swords, his true qi surging all over his body, and his silk sword qi surrounded.

And the ten thousand remnant swords actually emitted a sword sound from time to time, making Xiao Jiange look like an immortal god in this space.

"Boom" There was a roar, and a vast and majestic sword intent suddenly bloomed around Xiao Jiange's body and rushed straight into the sky, melting the sword intent in the entire space together.

Martial Idiot Sword Intent!

A little cold sweat oozed from Xiao Jiange's forehead, only he knew that the reason why he was not crushed to death by these ten thousand inheritances was because of the sword intent of the martial idiot.

Only Xiao Jiange knew that these ten thousand sword intents were not surrendering to himself, but to the martial idiots of the year!

"What a terrifying sword intent, why do I feel a familiar feeling from this guy that I haven't seen for a long time," the sword spirit looked at Xiao Jiange, who was sitting in the void in front of him, and couldn't help but say in confusion, his eyes revealing a trace of trance.

"Snort", "Snort", "Snort" A subtle sound came out, and I saw that Xiao Jiange's Divine Soul Law had a spirit the size of a baby gradually condensing.

That spirit body was transparent and voided, like a Xiao Jiange that had shrunk countless times.

On top of its spiritual body, it was densely intertwined with sword intent that was close to tens of thousands of daos.

Xiao Jiange accepted the inheritance, knew that the opportunity to break the mirror had come, and after accommodating and absorbing the sword intent and spirit of the predecessors, he began to condense the Yuan Infant.

At this moment, I saw that the sword intent filled by that spirit body was gradually increasing, and that spirit body was becoming more and more condensed.

The aura on Xiao Jiange's body also slowly climbed at the same time, and his face was gradually covered with a sense of vicissitudes.

The spirit of 10,000 seniors was absorbed by Xiao Jiange, which undoubtedly made Xiao Jiange seem to have experienced the peak of the predecessors over and over again.

In his mind, Xiao Jiange reincarnated again and again, and his consciousness changed again and again.

After each inheritance was accepted, Xiao Jiange's sword intent became more and more powerful.

In the end, as the last sword intent and inheritance were absorbed by Xiao Jiange, Xiao Jiange's true qi around Xiao Jiange was shocked, and his breath suddenly soared.

Yuanying is also condensed successfully.

Condensing the Divine Realm Sixfold Heavenly Cultivation!

Xiao Jiange slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and the aura of the whole person became more and more rich and profound.

"Is it finally over?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

Immediately, he saw a figure coming in front of him, and Xiao Jiange's eyes suddenly froze, revealing a solemn look in his eyes.

I saw that the man was wearing a white robe, with black hair and no wind, and a simple scabbard, revealing an extraordinary aura throughout the person.

At its feet, there was an illusory black and white Tai Chi shadow slowly circulating, exuding a profound aura.

Xiao Jiange saw that this person's pupils suddenly contracted and froze, and he knew that the person in front of him was a master.

And he is the enemy of his life, and the aura emanating from his body is something that Xiao Jiange has never seen in his life, and he doesn't know what level his cultivation is.

"Hmm, who are you, where is this, why am I here?" the man saw Xiao Jiange's eyes condensed, revealing a solemn expression. It seems that he also senses the extraordinary aura on Xiao Jiange's body.

"I don't know?" Xiao Jiange said honestly.

"Whoever has a sense in life, I know the avenue. But seeing the white Dao robe swordsman in front of him pinching his hand, he actually calculated the avenue.

Xiao Jiange's heart was shocked, this person in front of him dared to do such a rebellious act.

After half a ring, the white-robed swordsman in front of him shook his head and sighed

"Bad luck, time and space are chaotic, you and I meet is fate, and now the two of us have to fight each other to cause a torrent of the avenue. ”

"Hmm, is that the only way?" Xiao Jiange asked out loud, he didn't really want to fight the person in front of him.

"Only this method is feasible, just right, cultivators from the outside world, what's the harm if I have two meetings for a while?" the white-robed swordsman suddenly laughed

"Alas" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and then waved his sleeves and stretched out his hand to make a request

"Xiao Jiange, please advise"

Hearing this, the white-robed swordsman also smiled at Xiao Jiange and said

"Dao Sword, Lin Xuantian"

The words fell, and a sword roar suddenly rose like a low dragon groan, only to see a cold light bloom, and the cold sword in the ancient scabbard behind the white-robed swordsman came out of the sheath with a sound.

It was an ice-clear sword, like a flawless crystal, and a cold light shone on its blade.

Dust-free, the two words are bright and shining, and they are soul-catching.

The clear sword body reflected the cold faces of the two people.