"The test of the spirit of the sword?!"

Wang Anfeng's heart beat heavily, Shi Huaidie had already given way to the road ahead, nodded, his voice was light, and said, "Not bad." ”

"The thousand-year-old sword spirit is closer to the legendary immortal god than a human, and its test is likely to be mysterious, and it is not a martial art high enough to be able to pass the ......"

"That's all I say, I can't go any further, what happens next, you can only rely on yourself."

Wang Anfeng didn't know how many small thoughts flashed in his heart for a moment, but he was more calm and calm on the surface, nodded, handed the knife in his hand to his left hand, raised his right hand, and pressed it on the door of the grass hut.

Although it is said to be a dream of a sword spirit, the touch is no different from the real wood.

He paused, and with a little force, the wooden door creaked and pushed inside.

Wang Anfeng stepped into it, and in Lu Yingbo's field of vision, when Wang Anfeng's palm touched the wooden house, he disappeared directly, and even the martial artist's qi could not be perceived.

The fish intestine sword that had been put into the scabbard of the sword trembled.

The first person of the divine soldier, the first person of the divine sword.

Even since ancient times, the status has only been under the mythical creation, the Divine Soldier Zhanlu.

Wang Anfeng's vision brightened slightly, what he had seen before was just an ordinary wooden house, just a few zhang square, but with one step, the world changed suddenly, the concept of distance and radius was extracted, and the world in front of him continued to look more inward, and there was almost no end.

Screens are erected on both sides, and there are rough pictures on them.

At the beginning, a tall man wielded a hammer in his hand, leading a man and a woman, walking all over the world, their surroundings were constantly changing, and the two people he was carrying gradually grew up from children, to teenagers and girls, then young people, and finally they finally stopped.

Wang Anfeng's heart moved slightly, and he said to himself:

"Ou Yezi took his fine arts, went to the Zhanlu Mountain, and set up a furnace at the foot of it."

"It's ...... Where does the Zhan Lu sword come from? ”

He buried the faint premonition in his heart and walked forward.

As he continued to move forward, the pictures on the screens on both sides were constantly changing, and Wang Anfeng looked at the changes in these scenes, and a sentence of broken words that he had seen in various classics appeared in his heart.

There is a search for the sword of the world, but the tin is taken from the mountains of Chijin, and the copper is found in the brook of Ruoya.

The rain master sprinkled and swept, the thunder gong struck, the dragon held the furnace, and the emperor loaded charcoal.

Three years of this.

The sword is also made of fine light, the sun and the moon shine, the stars avoid anger, and the ghosts and gods cry out.

Wang Anfeng originally just thought that what was recorded in these classics was just exaggerated words, and it was the yearning of later generations for that era when myths, legends and history were entangled, but if the two sides of the screen were really what Zhan Lujian had experienced, I am afraid it was not just literati babbling.

In the final picture, the swordsmith kneels at the peak of Cangshan Mountain, holding the Zhanlu sword in his hand.

Under the inky sky, the sword was like the pupils of the sky, looking at the world.

The brushstrokes of the picture are extremely rough, but the spirit is vast and vast.

A voice sounded in Wang Anfeng's ears, as if it came from a thousand years ago, word by word, like a heavy hammer hitting the air, word by word, pious and eye-catching.

"This sword should be indestructible."

"The blade of the sword is not stained with killing machines, it is out of the gods, and it is powerful to obey, so as to show the world, you can know that the benevolent are invincible."

Wang Anfeng's footsteps paused slightly, accompanied by the sound, the wind and clouds on the screen screen, his face was resolute, and Ou Yezi with white temples appeared in front of him, tall, in order to seek a sword, the swordsmith who had exhausted twenty years of time was holding the Zhanlu sword, the sword blade was raised, pointing at Wang Anfeng, his eyes were pure and warm, and he said:

"Do you want this sword?"

Wang Anfeng thought of what Lu Yingbo said just now, and understood that this should be the first level of the sword spirit test, and did not hide his purpose, holding the knife in his right hand, and said calmly:

"Please!"

Three thousand years ago, Ou Yezi laughed, held the sword in his right hand, beckoned, and said:

"Come! Come on! ”

Wang Anfeng held the knife in his right hand, and felt as if something had passed through his own state of mind, but for him, he did not feel anything unusual, but felt that his qi was smoother, and the palm holding the knife became more and more powerful.

The ink knife in his hand was held diagonally, and he suddenly went up against the battle.

Swords clashed, and there was a roar.

………………

"Asking the Heart......

In the Shaolin Temple, Yuan Ci rarely opened his eyes and looked 'outside'.

Wang Anfeng's own martial arts have reached the height of the four grades, and Ou Yezi is an ancient swordsmith, history records that he cast five soldiers, each casting a sword, his own realm will be one step upward, when the final, the power of the world, the order of heaven and earth, but without the slightest murderous Zhan Lu cast, stepped into the great master, is a wonderful and gorgeous character.

But now he is nothing more than a shadow left by the great masters of the casting that existed in history.

This shadow and Wang Anfeng are attacking together, and Wang Anfeng is gradually gaining the upper hand.

The ancient Taoist saw the problem, nodded, and said, "I see, it's a conscience...... Only those who have been recognized can have the qualification to hold a sword, and the qualification is not determined by the realm of martial arts. ”

"As long as you meet the requirements of your state of mind, you can pass even if you are unrestrained."

"And if the person who came fails to meet the requirements, he may face the great grandmaster who has a clear state of mind and reached the peak realm three thousand years ago, after casting the Zhanlu Divine Soldier...... At the moment, An Feng doesn't seem to be extremely satisfied, but it's not ostracized. ”

Hong Luoyu muttered: "This sword, is it going to find someone with the same temperament as himself?" ”

"It's not a partner to live, why are there so many requests?"

The ancient Taoist sighed: "Probably after seeing the world's masters, there are more and more requirements, three thousand years of divine weapons are psychic, and no one is qualified to pull out this sword." ”

"But in this case, the last person he will meet is probably ......"

Hong Luoyu scratched his hair and quieted down.

And at this time, Wang Anfeng's last sword slashed horizontally, breaking the swordsmith in front of him, Ou Yezi sighed, and disappeared with satisfaction, Wang Anfeng slowly put the knife in his hand into the sheath, and at this time he also guessed the truth of the test, and his breathing was a little harder.

The first is Ou Yezi, who forged the sword.

Then the last one is......

He pursed his lips, looked up, looked at the road ahead, sword in hand, and strode away.

Died at the age of six...... Yes, at that time, he was six years old, but now, he will soon be nineteen......

Thirteen years.?

Three thousand years, there are not many sword masters of Zhan Lu Sword, at most only one person in three hundred years, sometimes even once in five hundred years, Wang Anfeng continues to move forward, without distraction, the knife in his hand has never hesitated, Zhan Lu Sword is the sword of benevolence, it is difficult for those who have selfish desires to go further, but what he asks for happens to have nothing to do with what Zhan Lu Sword is guarding against.

Not for the world, not for power, not for the power of the rivers and lakes.

No one would think that it would be unseemly for a man to want to see his father again.

The momentum was like a bamboo, and finally reached the final place.

The knife in his hand trembled and hummed.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the last person in front of him.

It is a scholar who is seven or eight points similar to him in Meiyu, wearing a blue coat, holding a sword in his right hand, and his palm is slender and white, which is completely different from the sick and weak scholar in Wang Anfeng's memory.

The sick and weak man who often coughed was also a high-spirited young man.

Wang Anfeng's footsteps stopped, and thousands of emotions piled up in his heart, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything at all.

Between his eyebrows, Wang Tiance, who was a young man with high spirits, raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, Wang Anfeng's heart was blank, but Wang Tiance didn't know him.

At this moment, he only exists in the memory of the divine soldier Zhan Lu, and the reflection of the sword master who has been recognized by this divine sword, like Ou Yezi before, has no thoughts and memories of his own, only pure will.

In the midst of the roar of the sword, holding the sword in his right hand, the blue-shirted young man looked at Wang Anfeng, who had recovered his true appearance, and said calmly like every previous generation of sword masters:

"Whoever wields this sword should move for the sake of the world."

"Those who have selfish desires are small and unworthy of this sword."

Wang Anfeng glanced at the young Wang Tiance deeply, the knife in his hand was raised, the blade trembled, and the two immediately stepped forward, Wang Tiance was just an ordinary scholar's swordsmanship, but the vertical and horizontal slashing, but it had its own degree, Wang Anfeng did all the defensive strategies, did not attack a knife, the sword collided, and looked at Wang Tiance at close range.

That was when the man was at his most energetic, and his eyebrows were full of confidence and pride.

Such a proud person will end up like that.

The last time the sword collided, Wang Tiance's phantom seemed to consume his strength, and slowly dispersed, Wang Anfeng's chest fluctuated emotionally, pursed his lips, and looked at the scholar who was smiling away, and many emotions surged out, just said:

"Daddy...... I've had a good life all these years. ”

"You don't have to worry about me."

"Don't bless, Yong'an."

Just say this one sentence and it will be enough.

He closed his eyes.

Don't worry about my ......?

The last opponent disappeared, and the surrounding environment changed again, a little candle was lit, and it changed into the appearance of the wooden house again, and there was a sword stuck upside down in the innermost, and the long sword was all ink-colored, and it was more obvious than its sharpness, which should be its generosity.

Next to the long sword, there was a table and a chair, which looked very ordinary, even a little old.

A scholar sat on a chair, holding a book in his hand, dressed in blue, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, Wang Anfeng's heartbeat speed accelerated slightly at this time, and he quickly calmed down.

The scholar looked up.

The whole person's face was unfamiliar to him, and it was not the person he was expecting.

The scholar looked in the direction of Wang Anfeng, smiled and said:

"Well done."

"Although it is different from those people in the past, they have no obsession, and it can be regarded as unique to be able to pass this series of things, but the most surprising thing is that I never thought that in such a generation, I could still see the location of the 'Taoist friend', which is really surprising."

"I thought they were all buried together in that era."

He looked at Wang Anfeng's right wrist.

A cold voice in the air said lightly:

"There are exceptions."

With such a voice, a person silently appeared next to Wang Anfeng, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in a green shirt, just raising his eyes, it was Lanzhi Yushu Feng Gu, but there was a habitual coldness in his eyes, which was diametrically opposed to the generous and gentle sword spirit.

The sword spirit bowed slightly, looked at Wang Anfeng again, looked up and down, and said with a smile:

"What you mean by coming here, after what happened, I understand it enough."

"But unfortunately, I can't let you take this sword with you."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and said:

"Why?"

Sword Spirit said regretfully: "It's not suitable. ”

"Your heart is different from those people in the past, you may have a firm enough mind, and you have enough superb martial arts, but you don't have the strength to carry such a heavy fate, this is not to underestimate you, but as a ranger, don't do things that you are not good at."

Sword Spirit's voice paused slightly, his brows furrowed, his fingers lightly tapped his eyebrows, and he seemed to have a headache, and said:

"But you passed the ...... after all"

"I have existed between heaven and earth for more than 3,000 years, but I cannot say without faith, hmm...... If you are worried that someone wants to take this sword away, you don't have to, even those people in the previous generation were just quite close to me, and I just helped them, each of them had three chances, but now there is no one who is in line with the eye. ”

"Although the world is so big, no one has the strength to hold a sword for the time being."

"So, you don't have to worry, but it's a little unreasonable to send you away like this, after all, even the elders of the family have come out."

He glanced at the green-shirted scribe with a smile, the scribe's expression was still cold, the scholar thought about it, stroked his palm and smiled:

"That's it, little one, take out your sword."

Wang Anfeng reacted to what he was referring to, raised his eyes and saw the green-shirted scribe next to him nodding, before he opened his right hand, between his five fingers, the streamer was like a star, staggered and transformed, and a wooden sword appeared from the void to the real.

As soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, a long sword roared out.

The sword spirit seemed to be quite interested in this sword, looked up and down, and said:

"I see, it can be regarded as the personality of 'Heavenly Emperor and He', but it is still too immature, the original spiritual rhyme is just from the wreckage of an ordinary divine weapon, if it is not resonated by someone to awaken and live, it will not be able to reach this step...... In terms of material, it doesn't seem to be enough, so it's a bit overstepping in the bottom. ”

"Please also ask Taoist friends to help me."

He looked at Mr. Win and added.

"I don't know how many years of Lingyun can I eat with such qualifications?"

Before Wang Anfeng could comprehend, Zhan Lu had already opened his right hand, and the wooden sword roared, and immediately floated in the air, shrouded in endless starlight, and the green-shirted scribe next to him raised his eyes lightly, staring at the floating wooden sword.

With the sound of shattering, the wooden sword, which should have been impossible to break, began to shatter from under the hilt, but the fragments never fell to the ground, and were still suspended in the air, forming the shape of the sword.

The Heavenly Jewel rises and is embedded in the hilt of the sword.

The Qilin's fists shattered, gathered in the starlight, and turned into a crimson golden Liuyan, like magma, flowing slowly in the cracks on the sword body, mixed with the brilliance of the stars, the Qilin flame, and the Liuyan of the heavenly breath slowly solidified and turned into an entity.

The sword spirit seemed quite satisfied, nodded, and smiled:

"It's just a little reward for you to be able to break into here, in this Zhan Lu Sword, the spiritual charm accumulated for more than a hundred years is already here."

"Surrounded by unicorns, thought to be suppressed, one world surrounds the stars, as the support of the sword body."

"Such a means is enough to support the personality of the 'Heavenly Divine Soldier'."

"This sword, if it had been placed three thousand years ago, would have been enough to participate in the mythology, but now it seems to be a bit overwhelmed."

"Little guy, I left a sword intent of the Zhan Lu Sword in this sword."

"I'm quite close to you, if you can have the instrument to bear the world, it doesn't hurt to go with you, but it's a pity, there are too many fateful people in the world."

Wang Anfeng clenched the sword in his hand.

After being silent for a while, seeing that the sword spirit didn't seem to be going to say anything, he glanced at the location where Wang Tiance was before, got up and said goodbye, and now Lu Yingbo and they are still guarding outside, since the sword spirit said that it will not be used by the White Tiger Hall, he can only leave.

There was still a lot of work for him to deal with.

At this time, the sword spirit who looked like a scholar in front of him seemed to suddenly think of something, suddenly raised his hand and patted his forehead, and laughed softly:

"Oops, it's been three thousand years, and my memory is getting worse every day."

"I almost forgot, it's dangerous."

He raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng and said:

"Are you surnamed Wang?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

The scholar-like sword spirit smiled to himself:

"I look at you, you must be a descendant of that man, right? His son, or grandson?. ”

"Wang Tiance, well, the breath is so similar, it should be a son, if you are his son, then he once had a sentence, I must bring it to you, he had three requirements back then, the first two have been met, and the last one has stayed here."

Wang Tiance's words?

In the Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu touched his chin, pretending to be deep, and said:

"It turned out to be that man, I said, it's impossible for him not to leave anything behind, tsk, since ancient times, those people always like to calculate what will happen to them after they die, Wang Tiance can do so many things, there is no possibility that it can't be calculated."

"Is it a strategy for the White Tiger Hall, or is it for the arrangement of the Star Palace?"

"In short, there is him in the front, and there is a surname in the back to win, isn't this game a sure win? It's already good if one is dirty enough, hehe, two, how to lose like this, you just say how to ......"

The sword scabbard in the ancient Daoren's hand lightly smashed on the back of Hongluoyu's head, making a loud noise.

Hong Luoyu simply lay on the ground neatly and gnawed a mouthful of ash.

The Taoist with tears in the corners of his eyes was elegant, withdrew the sword in his hand, and thought seriously:

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense."

"However, what the thief said is not unreasonable, with the means that Wang Tiance showed in the previous generation, if there is no arrangement, it can't be said."

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said:

"However, according to the old man's opinion, if this kind of person had been arranged, he would have left a foreshadowing a long time ago, and if he wanted to stay until now, he would not hesitate to keep it at the cost of a full-strength attack of the divine soldier Zhan Lu Jian, I don't know what it is."

"Whatever it is, it's important enough ......"

"Or maybe it's something we haven't noticed, not necessarily."

The sword spirit looked at Wang Anfeng leisurely and said:

"How, do you want to hear it?"

The green-shirted scribe next to him had disappeared, Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and then nodded.

The sword spirit smiled, the cuffs flicked, and the heavens and the earth changed abruptly.

The world became open, the sky and the earth were dark, and in the reed field on the shore of a lake, there was a young scholar with a long sword, with his back to Wang Anfeng, who noticed the change behind him and slowly turned around.

He looked like he was only in his twenties, just a few years older than Wang Anfeng at the moment, but his eyebrows were already full of calm, he was standing in front of Wang Anfeng, and the two of them had similar appearances.

It's just that the scholar still has a little frivolity in his quietness.

Wang Anfeng's temperament is quiet and calm, in addition, it is almost like looking in the mirror, if you don't pay attention in a trance, you almost think it is a person.

Wang Anfeng looked at the young scholar in front of him, the scholar looked like he was only a year or two older than him, but between his eyebrows, he was already full of immenseness, Admiral Tiance, the man who once swept the previous era, the sword master of the last generation of the divine soldier Zhanlu, and the person who could give full play to this divine weapon.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, sank his mind, and listened to what Wang Tiance was about to say, and he would not hesitate to use the opportunity to urge the divine soldiers to strike with all his might, and take the qualification of being the master of the divine soldiers as the price, and also remember the words that he would stay.

Wang Tiance looked in the direction of Wang Anfeng in front of him and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect that seeing you again would be like this."

Wang Anfeng was stunned, at this moment he almost thought that the person in front of him was a real person, but what he felt from the person in front of him was the same as the phantom of the divine soldier in front of him, and the emotions in his heart were surging, as if to convince himself, Wang Anfeng exhaled and said softly:

"This is just a reflection of the surviving spirit of the divine weapon, not really ......"

Wang Tiance raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and spoke softly.

"Really? Divine Soldier Illusion? ”

Wang Anfeng's eyes:

"The gas engine is the same as existence...... Is it a phantom, guessed my reaction in advance? ”

Wang Tiance shook his head and said with a smile:

"Well, if you can see this scene, you can be considered qualified."

"So, in the end, the so-called god soldier virtual image, the last word."

Admiral Tiance put away the frivolity on his expression and looked in the direction of Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at him, in the Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu, the ancient Taoist, Wu Changqing listened carefully, and was curious in his heart, what was he going to say.

White Tiger Hall, a big wilderness village?

The rivers and lakes, or the situation in the world?

To be able to make such a person pay the price to stay, no matter how you think about it, it is important enough, and this moment of silence seems to be as long as nearly twenty years.

Wang Tiance smiled slightly, with a warm smile, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said softly:

"The life of the present day,...... Do you still like it? ”

"Your mother and I are not here, have you been bullied?"

Have you ever been bullied?

Like a father who favors his son.

The general of the Shenwu Mansion Tiance, who dominates the world, at the cost of the qualification of the master of the divine soldiers, wants the artifact spirit to be passed on to future generations, and there is only this sentence.

Wang Anfeng's body trembled, and there was mist in his eyes.

In the Shaolin Temple, several people were stunned and immediately silent.

Three times out of the sword.

For the first time, he spared his life for the people of Limin.

The second retreat from the Star Palace kept the rivers and lakes calm for 20 years.

The third time, it was again.

The phantom in front of him stiffened slightly, and then returned to its original appearance, like a puppet, in front of Wang Anfeng, repeating what he had just said over and over again, over and over again, stiff and normal, without the calmness of the world's strategists.

"I didn't expect that seeing you again would be like this."

"The ...... of life so far"

"Do you still like it?"

Wang Anfeng's eyes couldn't control the fog rising.

Like it...... Why not?

He has been to the south of the Yangtze River, walked through the Saibei, raised his sword in the border pass of the Western Regions, rode a horse in a desolate foreign country, heard the quaint tune and walked through the desert that 'he' had walked, and he had heard countless stories in 'his' mouth, but now, he himself can be a character in the story, fighting the sword in the world.

Many of the places he has walked have traces of what 'he' once left behind.

Such a world, such a life, why don't you like it??

The divine soldier sword spirit next to him reappeared, looked at 'Wang Tiance' who kept repeating a paragraph, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"You're not mistaken, he's illusory."

"It's just left back then, it's fake, but he said back then that he must scare you, and he thought about it for a long time."

"But I don't quite understand...... It's just fake, it's all fake, at that time he was just facing you who didn't exist, and he was just non-existent in front of you. I'm not him, I can't understand his feelings, and this paragraph is just an illusion and something that doesn't exist, so what do you think? ”

"Both sides are just fakes."

Sword Spirit looked at Wang Anfeng and said with interest:

"Is he working in vain?"

"Really stupid, in human terms, stupid, right?"

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, and the sword spirit saw that the young man who had just been sharp raised his head, tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes, the expression on his face became calm, he sighed, turned his back to Wang Anfeng, raised his head, and sighed with a smile:

"So, have you conveyed that idiot's thoughts well......

"Really?"

"It would be great if that were the case."

"Sort of, don't you live up to a fellowship, don't you live up to your trust?"

………………

In my memory, I used to ask such a question.

"In that case, why don't you stay in the Zhanlu Sword Domain forever?"

"Taoist priests, warriors, emperors and generals, aren't they all pursuing immortality? You still have a lot to do......"

"There is no scenery to see, no food to eat, immortality is nothing but rotten wood, forget it when you die, be cleaner, as for what regrets you are talking about?"

The scholar replied irresponsible, thought about it, and said.

"Zhan Lu, do you know that none of the real major events in the world can be done by one person or one generation? I did what I could...... The next thing is to get out of the game, struggling to make the last minute, it's too embarrassing, it's not like me. ”

"Immortality?"

When these two words were spoken, the man's tone was so contemptuous.

In my memory, the scholar who was only ten years old, and his temples were already gray with a long sword, and his shoulders were draped with a pure white daze, as a sword spirit, it was an unintentional thing, and he could not understand people's feelings, but in his memory, the white reed flowers reached his waist, and when the wind blew, the scholar raised his eyes and looked at the sky, with a complicated expression:

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, common sense in the world, even if you are like you, one day the blade of the sword will break."

"However, that moment must be far away, but when a thousand years later you see another person, here, looking at the same scenery as I see at this moment, and chanting the verses that came out of my mouth thousands of years ago...... No, you probably won't get it either. ”

The scholar raised his eyes, bit a reed in his mouth, and said softly.

"There are no regrets in this life, born as Wang Tiance, died as Wang Tiance, and left the world with remnants, it is no longer me."

"Besides, all things in the world can only be inherited and immortal......"

"Isn't it, immortal?"

PS: Today's update presents............

Seven thousand four hundred words~