This is a sword tower.

Smoke and rain, Jiangnan, sword.

After I stepped on the steps, the sword intent of the eight directions rose, and the wind and rain were shaking.

It seems that as long as I take one step forward, the wind and rain will instantly take away my true Qi cultivation, and my understanding of the Dao in this life will be blown away by the wind and rain.

Taking a step back, I am still the Eternal Sword Master, with endless sword energy, killing all things in the universe.

You can even slash through this dilapidated building in the smoke and rain with a single sword.

Forward or backward?

Those who are anxious for quick success and quick profit will inevitably choose to retreat.

However, if I take a step back from this, I will never have the opportunity to correct the flaws in my swordsmanship again in my life.

The Eternal Sword Master represents the supreme achievement of the way of the sword, and there is no one else in the realm. However, the high realm does not mean that the perfection of the kendo, the detours I have taken in the past in the kendo, the setbacks I have suffered are still there, just because the improvement of the realm has become insignificant.

I was uncertain, and suddenly I thought, why is this building a sword tower?

If it is the concubine who chooses this building and breaks it with a sword, then what is the significance of the existence of the sword tower?

Thinking about it, I can only attribute this to the underworld, there is a providence in the underworld, I cultivate the sword, so I should rob and give birth to a sword tower.

Just when I hesitated, a flute suddenly sounded from the sword tower, and a fluttering song tempted me to listen.

At the beginning, there was a grievance, such as a grievance, such as a cry.

Gradually, the style of music became more and more deserted, like people drifting farther and farther away, separated by mountains and seas, and their backs dissipated.

There is sword intent hidden in the flute, and it cannot be obtained if it is lost.

After listening to the song quietly, I walked through the rain curtain into the sword tower.

The sword tower has no seats, and it is empty.

Opposite the door, by the window, stood a man wearing a hat and a dark robe.

The man is holding a jade flute in his arms, with affection in the song, and a sword hidden in the flute.

The man was facing me sideways, his hat pressed so low that I couldn't see his face, but the figure seemed so familiar to me that I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

"As the Eternal Sword Master, there is no room for flaws in the sword." The man said lightly.

"If it weren't for the sound of your flute, I might not have walked into this sword tower." I said.

"Why are you here?" The man asked.

"Come for the sword."

"Where's the sword?"

"The Sword in the ......"

I thought I knew everything about swords, but when the man asked me where the sword was, I suddenly couldn't give an accurate answer.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is in my hand, but since I entered the sword tower, this sword has lost contact with me.

It's strange that I have a sword in my hand, but I don't have a sword in my heart.

I stared down at the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies, staring earnestly and intently at the black and white runes on it.

Gradually, my thoughts were stripped away, and the sword of thousands of prophecies kept changing in my hands, sometimes like a red apricot swaying in the wind, sometimes like a lotus leaf tactfully swaying in the wind.

Like an umbrella on a rainy day, a hoe in the field.

The cook's spoon, the butcher's knife, the painter's pen, the beauty's ...... Hand.

This is obviously a sword, the cold light is flickering, and the sword is distinct, but when I stare at it seriously, it looks like everything, except not like a sword.

"Where's the sword?" The man in black asked again.

My heart began to flutter because I had lost my sword.

Then a huge panic enveloped my heart, the battle of the Heavenly Dao was about to break out, and I could lose everything, but I could not lose my sword.

I cast my divine thoughts on my entrance, reflecting everything in the entrance, but there was still no trace of the sword.

What is a sword?

A peerless swordsman, grass, trees, bamboos and stones can all be swords.

And I hold the hilt of the sword, but I don't know where the sword is.

"Magical powers, spells, moves, and killings are not swords." The man in black said.

"So, what is a sword?"

"The sword has nothing to do with life and death, there is no love or hate. It is neither protection, nor revenge, nor courage, nor life to death. Neither good nor evil......"

"Tell me, it's a sword?" I asked aloud, growing terrified because what he was talking about was exactly what I had understood of a sword before.

"The sword is the grave." The man finally gave me the answer.

"Why?"

"Deliberately pursuing the supremacy of kendo is tantamount to digging one's own grave. The way of the sword is endless, and the so-called eternal sword master is just a poor man who has been buried by the sword all his life. ”

"Are you in my bad mood?" I asked coldly.

"Hehe, you should know that what I said is right, and you must have seen people who have been buried by the sword all their lives in your life."

When the man said this, it reminded me of Lu Chunyang.

A man who lived for the sword and died for the sword.

In Lu Chunyang's life, there was nothing else to bind him except the sword.

Even, his life can be completely summed up with only one sword word.

It's a pity that without the sword he is nothing, nothing.

"I'm not like him, the sword is the sword, I'm me."

"Hehe, if you really did what you said, then why are you afraid, if you don't have a sword in your hand at this moment, do you still have the courage to face the Heavenly Dao?"

I was silent again.

The sword has long been invisible, and it has become my body.

Without the sword, I would not have come to this point at all, and I would not have had the courage to fight the Heavenly Dao.

"I still have friends, I have wives, and I have thousands of Demon Dao disciples who are not afraid of death. I have faith, and I bear the fate of the beings of the Three Realms and the Six Realms. ”

"If you don't have a sword, what do you have?"

"I ...... I don't have anything. ”

Without a sword, I am a mortal, and none of the above will have anything to do with me.

Because I have neither the strength nor the courage to bear it.

Unexpectedly, a man's words could break my defenses, and I began to regret entering this sword tower, if I didn't enter the sword tower, I would still be the eternal sword master, and I could destroy it with a single sword.

Unfortunately, it's too late for me to regret it.

I have lost my sword, and I will be imprisoned in the tower of the sword forever.

Unless, I can find my sword.

It was raining outside the window, and the rain curtain cut off my view and my perception of the sword.

Bang.

The man drew his sword and came to me.

The hat was still pressed low, and I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his indomitable murderous intent.

The Sword Tower is an enchantment and a magic circle, and the main array is the man in black in front of him.

From the moment I stepped on the steps, the formation had been activated, and now I was in the middle of the building, and there was no way to escape.

However, the array is a dead thing, and a man is a living thing.

If there is still a life gate in this formation, then it must be on the man in black in front of him.

It was he who sealed this formation, and at the same time, he was also the only flaw in this formation.

The question is, how do I find the flaws in him?

The sword of the man in black is not fast, although the killing intent is incomparable, but my identity as the eternal sword master is forbidden to all swordsmanship.

Even if I lose this identity, the Chaos Sword Body still retains some residual power.

The sword was slow, but it still stabbed little by little.

It was my Shenting Acupoint that was stabbed.

A stream of heat poured out, and blood fell down from my forehead, coincidentally falling into my sword-wielding hand, snaking into the blade.

The moment the blood was connected, I found my sword, and at the same moment, the sword momentum of the man in black came to an abrupt end, and he could no longer pierce a single bit.

I didn't fight back, and I didn't say a word until I devoured it.

Turned around, walked out of the small building, and walked into the rain.

"Why didn't you kill me?" The man in black asked loudly behind me.

"I've already killed you once, so why repeat the same story?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"The sword is a grave, and this sentence is probably only you can say, Lu Chunyang."

was called out by me, Lu Chunyang's voice changed, and he became extremely resentful, "Xie Lan, you are also from the tomb, without a sword, you are nothing." ”

"You're wrong, even if I don't have a sword, I'm still me."

"Huh."

"It was I who chose the sword, not the sword that chose me. The sword itself is great enough, but the real greatness is the person who wields it. ”

After closing the words, my sword flew through the wind and rain and flew to the first tower.

Behind me, the dilapidated sword tower, which could no longer withstand the ravages of wind and rain, collapsed with a bang.

Lu Chunyang's last wisp of obsession with the sword also disappeared with the sword tower.