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Qin Yunpan sat on top of the sea of clouds of 10,000 meters, his eyes closed, and his mind entered a strange state of mystery.

At this moment, there was only the sword and the sound of the sword in his mind, as if the sound of the Great Dao was constantly singing in his mind, like the bell of Da Lu.

What is Sword?

He's thinking about it.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is a weapon for killing, but these are not the answers he wants.

He wants to find the essence of the sword, the most fundamental existence of the sword.

Only by understanding what a true sword is, can he understand what a true sword intent is.

The black star sword appeared on Qin Yun's knees, Qin Yun did not open his eyes, but stretched out his slender fingers to caress the black star sword.

From the hilt to the blade to the tip of the sword, Qin Yun did not let go of every inch and every vein on the Xingchen Sword.

As Qin Yun's fingertips gently slid over the blade of the Xingchen Sword, the appearance of the Xingchen Sword gradually formed in Qin Yun's mind.

This is the sword shape formed by Qin Yun's mind, which is exactly the same as the Xingchen Sword in Qin Yun's hand.

When Qin Yun's fingers finally slid to the tip of the sword, the sword of thought in his mind was also fully formed.

At this moment, the Xingchen Sword continued to tremble violently, emitting a high-pitched sword sound, as if a child had seen a parent he hadn't seen for a long time, conveying a happy and excited (emotion).

And Qin Yun also fell into a very wonderful state, as if he was communicating with the sword, and was able to perceive the (emotion) transmitted by the sword.

At this moment, the sword is no longer a dead thing in his eyes, but a creature with spirit (sex xìng).

The sword will laugh, the sword will be sad, and the sword will be angry......

All sorts of emotions passed into his mind, and he gradually understood the true meaning of the sword.

Some swords are for killing, some swords are for saving people, and some swords are for the common people in the world, and all this depends on the intention of the person who uses the sword, which is the so-called true sword intent.

Only by understanding this can you use the sword in your hand better and get the most out of it.

Once an epiphany, suddenly enlightened.

Qin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and the shape of the (body shēn) rose into the air, and the Xingchen long sword was held in his hand, like a sword immortal standing in the nine clouds.

What is domineering, what is ruthless, what is eternal?

None of this is true sword intent.

The meaning of this sword, everything is according to my heart.

When I cry, then my sword intent will be like a sad song that resounded for nine days, and I was compassionate.

When I laugh, then my sword intent will be like a rolling river, unrestrained and heroic.

At this moment, I (desire) reign in the world, then my sword intent is a sword in my hand, and the world is mine.

"Rub!"

Qin Yun's eyes were cold and arrogant, and he slashed out with a sword.

Suddenly, a proud sword intent erupted from the Xingchen Sword, turning into a sword ray, and instantly slashed across the sea of clouds.

The sea of clouds in the sky was all cut by a sword, revealing a huge gap.

It was as if a crack had been opened in the sky at the moment.

"What's going on? Why do I feel the urge to kneel!"

Everyone in the Imperial City felt this sword, and they all stared blankly at the height of 10,000 meters, their faces all showing awe.

At that moment just now, a domineering domineering reign swept through everyone's hearts, making them can't help but feel a trace of worship.

When they saw the crack in the sea of clouds, their hearts trembled even more, and they were stunned.

"Is there an immortal above these nine heavens?"

"Was this sea of clouds split by that immortal with a sword?"

"Was this noble aura from that immortal?"

Those cultivators in the Imperial City panicked one by one, the sword just now was so terrifying, it actually made all of them feel awe in their hearts.

If it weren't for the distance, I'm afraid all of them would have fallen to their knees.

In the palace, Yu Sheng looked up at the 10,000-meter-high sky, and his heart was also surprised.

At that moment just now, even he couldn't help but feel a trace of awe in his heart, and this feeling made him feel as if he was standing in front of Emperor Dayan.

But at a glance, the sky above 10,000 meters was as empty as a wilderness, and there was nothing.

Even he wondered in his heart if there was really some Dao master passing by here at that moment and casually slashing this sword.

At the same time, the white-robed Martial Emperor and the white-haired old woman in Dongyang Palace looked at each other, they also felt the sword just now, and they were like Gujing's (情qíng) Xu At the moment when the sword light flashed just now, they actually made waves.

They all looked up at the sky where the sword intent came, and their hearts were shocked indescribably.

However, Qin Yun, who caused all these fluctuations, did not have the slightest sense of stopping, and at this moment, he actually began to take out the Ziyuan Long Sword, and cast a sword move on this sea of clouds to 'miss into a line'.

Qin Yun seemed to have entered a sad (情qíng) thread, the appearance of his mother, sister, and Zhang Xuanxin appeared in his mind one by one, and the thoughts (情qíng) poured out from the bottom of his heart like a rolling tide.

The endless thoughts (情qíng) emanated from the sword intent, turning into slender silk threads, cutting the sea of clouds in the sky into pieces.

Thick longing (情 qíng) sprinkled, qr1

Everyone's (情qíng) thread seems to be affected by this sword intent, and the (情qíng) thread of longing (情qíng) floods in their hearts.

"Why do I want to cry so much? I miss my mother!"

"Me too, I don't know why I suddenly feel so homesick, so homesick for my wife and children!"

"When you say that, I want to cry too, I haven't seen my father for a long time, I ran away from home in order to pursue my cultivation, and now I just want to go home. ”

......

On the streets and in the palace, everyone's (情qíng) feelings seem to be rendered, and there is a strong feeling of longing in the bottom of my heart.

Even the white-robed Wuhou and the white-haired old woman in the palace couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in their hearts, and the memories of the past (日rì) couldn't help but surge at this moment, practicing for a hundred years, the old friends were no longer there, and the sorrow in my heart became more and more intense when I thought of this.

Above the entire imperial city, wails sounded one after another, and the entire imperial city seemed to have turned into a sad city in an instant.

And the culprit who caused all this is still immersed in the sadness of selflessness (情qíng), and all the thoughts about his mother, sister, and Zhang Xuanxin are turned into swords in his hands, and they are all sprinkled on the nine heavens.

After a long time, Qin Yun came back to his senses from the thick sadness, stopped the sword in his hand, and the last trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes was all retracted.

And those cultivators and mortals below can finally stop, and they don't have to wash their faces with tears, but the sadness that remains in their hearts can't be dissipated for a long time.

Qin Yun didn't know that because of his sudden thoughts, everyone in the entire imperial city fell into the sorrow of longing with him.

If he knew, it was estimated that he would break his skills in an instant and laugh out loud.

However, this time I felt the sword intent, and I still gained a lot.

Now that Qin Yun's sword intent has completely reached the realm of the great perfection of what he wants, and then there is the even more ethereal sword dao momentum.

Now with the sword in his hand, even if he can't kill the rest of his life, he can at least last a few hundred rounds in his hands.