The orange candle flame slowly contracted as the string and the little oil underneath it burned.

Chen Han's gaze was a little foggy, he just kept staring, never taking his eyes off the slightest, and didn't even blink his eyes.

During the Earth period, after going to high school, the school began to formally teach martial arts, and from that time on, Chen Han began to contact kendo for the first time, not because he liked it or anything, but because he practiced something else, he couldn't always find any feeling, in other words, he had no talent.

At that time, under normal circumstances, martial arts techniques were just an addition, and the most important thing in the martial arts taught was basic internal strength.

Internal strength is the foundation of becoming a martial artist, but Chen Han did not have this foundation at that time.

So, he practiced his sword desperately, wanting to rely on simple skills to make up for the lack of internal strength that he could not cultivate.

It's just that the ones taught in the school are only the simplest basic swordsmanship, and there is no rest of it, and he didn't have a famous teacher to teach him at that time, so he naturally couldn't practice anything famous, although he was already a very powerful group of people to learn from his classmates in school.

But a school is a school.

Later, he accidentally activated this sword soul, and then got acquainted with the sullen dead old man, which can be regarded as completely entering the threshold of the real sword.

So there was a whole bunch of things that happened later.

Among them, the sword helped him a lot.

But now, a person who can be said to be the supreme cultivator of the sword path in the entire universe wants to take everything from him, and even these things of Chen Han himself seem to have been given by the other party.

With such an unprecedented jewel in front of him, Chen Han was suspicious, confused, and even a little overwhelmed by the sword in his hand.

He didn't know if he might be able to hold such a sword steadily and swing it quickly.

Chen Han unconsciously stood up and swept around, and then saw a long sword hanging above the head of the bed, and his original Xie Hongchen was completely put back into the storage bag by him after Xuanshang Star returned to Earth.

At this time, the blockade is all repaired, and the things in the storage bag naturally can't be taken out.

This is a very ordinary and extraordinary long sword, ordinary because this sword is just an ordinary long sword, but the extraordinary thing is that the scabbard of this sword is very good-looking.

Even the series of things like swords, which can be described in good terms, are never good words.

This is a long sword that is more decorative than practical, Chen Han subconsciously took it off the wall, sat back on the stool, and gently pulled out the blade of the sword in the faint sunlight that was not yet dark outside, as well as the light of the candle flame.

Not to Chen Han's surprise, not only was the hilt and scabbard covered with layers of dust, but after pulling out the blade, there was not even a blade, not even practical, such a sword was just a decoration.

But it was such a sword, except for the faint wisp of Haoran Qi that he had just absorbed just now, there was no longer any power fluctuation, his physical strength was sealed, his sword qi fluctuation was sealed, and his soul power was sealed, but in the hands of the mortal Chen Han, who was still sealed, it still bloomed with a sharp edge like a peerless divine weapon.

Even though his sword blade was still closed, Chen Han gently buckled the thumb of his left hand on the blade of the sword, without even exerting force, a faint pain came, and a clearly visible blood mark appeared on his thumb.

"Yikes!"

Seeing the fingers dripping with blood, Liuli on the side exclaimed, hurriedly grabbed Chen Han's palm, and took the bloody finger into the mouth.

The warm and humid feeling came, but Chen Han didn't react, he was still stunned and looked at the sheathed long sword that only revealed the three-finger long and short blade, and didn't move for a long time.

Bian Yun sucked the finger in his mouth, and Liuli carefully paid attention to Chen Han's movements. Seeing that Chen Han, who was supposed to withdraw his fingers immediately, didn't move for a long time, but still looked at the long sword in his hand in a daze like a fool, Liuli suddenly felt bored.

A hint of coolness flowed, and the wound that had been neatly cut suddenly recovered as before.

With a "bang", Chen Han's right hand suddenly pulled out this gorgeous long sword that had been sealed for an unknown amount of time, and in the dimly lit room, because this was not a sharp decorative long sword, a faint white light was refracted.

He grasped the long sword, which was entwined with gold wire and a small green gem embedded in the bottom, and stabbed forward.

There were no ups and downs and visions, comparable to ordinary mortals stabbing a sword, but Chen Han, who was originally in deep thought, suddenly became enlightened because of this sudden stabbing sword.

This house is not very big, at least it is definitely not a space where you can fully perform swordsmanship.

However, in this narrow area, and when there was still a person standing, the long sword in Chen Han's hand was sprinkled with dust, and there were some places that became a little broken because it was sealed in the scabbard all year round and was rarely maintained, but it was such a sword, and the original gray sword body became brighter and brighter in Chen Han's hands.

Liuli's figure gradually retreated, and finally there was no way to retreat, and he sat on the bed all of a sudden, looking at the set of swordsmanship that could still be completed in this small space, and did not hurt the ground tables and chairs in the slightest, etc., the sword body was like a constantly refracting light under the reflection of sunlight that occasionally leaked from the side.

Even in the eyes of the world, this set of swordsmanship is extremely good, but Liuli lacks interest, after all, for her, this is not as good as a child's play.

But suddenly, Liuli raised her eyebrows, and looked at Chen Han in surprise, still the sword light flashed, and her steps were miscellaneous, but she didn't know why, she suddenly felt that this set of swordsmanship was different.

I can't tell what's different, after all, Liuli is a pure ghost cultivator, and she doesn't know much about kendo, she can only feel it slightly, this is a very magical change, as if it is a process from water to ice, and from ice to water.

This is a qualitative change.

The sword light flashed, and the brilliance in Chen Han's eyes was also moving, more cheerful and calm than before.

Whoosh, the faint sound of breaking the air brought by the long sword was getting closer and closer, in front of the moving eyes of the glass, the sword edge was also getting closer and closer, and finally, the closing style of the last sword was held by Chen Han in his hand and stabbed out suddenly. It's like a sword stabbed in the small but warm community square.

"Catch the sword!" The corners of Chen Han's mouth were full of smiles, and he said softly.

Liuli never said a word, it had been like this since Chen Han's long sword was completely unsheathed just now, and he didn't say a word in the face of this sword that stabbed his throat.

It's not dazzling, it's not dazzling, but it seems that the mind of the former young man is completely here, and this sword is handed out, representing the transformation of a person's spirit.

But this sudden stabbing sword was neatly clamped by two white jade-like fingers, and it was difficult to get half an inch.

And the heavy spirit that had just been accumulated also dissipated.

Chen Han let out a long sigh, and he was not annoyed, after all, this sword was stabbed out by him on his own initiative, and it was reasonable for the other party to resist, although his path was vague, but this short confrontation between heaven and man finally made him see a little bit of a sign.

With a sharp gala sound, the sword blade disappeared into the scabbard that looked gorgeous on the outside, but was rusted on the inside.

Chen Han sat back at the table and picked up the sage book again, but unlike just now, this time, he was just reading.

Ruri didn't speak from the beginning, staring at the white back that was facing away from her, and her eyes looked at her right hand.

The other three fingers were like green jade, but on those two fingers, there were mottled blood marks one after another, Liuli's brows were slightly furrowed, and then the two blood marks disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

(End of chapter)