In the noise of the three girls below, Ye Ran walked towards the second floor, the environment on the second floor was still the same as the original grocery store, Ye Ran had also been there, so he was still familiar with walking to the guest room.

Open the door, close the door, take off the socks and shoes, and arrange them neatly, Ye Ran sat cross-legged on the bed, took out his things one by one, and displayed them in front of him.

An ancient sword demon moon, a sword scabbard with a sheath, and a sword vein chapter......

When he got the Sword Vein chapter, he read the book in silence.

When he first got this book, at that time, he was ignorant about the three words on the sword vein, but he was intoxicated and didn't know the meaning at all.

Now it seems that it is somewhat clear.

However, that sense of clarity is to cause greater horror, the sword intent attached to the sword vein chapter is not powerful at all, it just uses the thick feeling of years to attract people, and then indulge in it, unable to extricate itself.

This is a force that is even more terrifying than ordinary sword intent.

Of course, the current Ye Ran will not be confused by this faint sword intent, but the existence after this sword intent is what he cares about the most.

If the expectation is right, the master of this sword intent will be waiting for him at the end of the day.

"Gods?"

The Demon Moon Sword trembled suddenly, but he felt Ye Ran's surging sword intent, is the final boss a god? It's really an interesting script, controlling him from the beginning to the present, but the ultimate goal is to duel with him who has grown up?

But, can that so-called god really be able to endow him with that sword intent?

Whether it was Ximen Blowing Snow or Yan Thirteen, their strength was so real, whether it was the amazing sword of Ximen Blowing Snow at the beginning, or the fourteen swords wielded by Yan Thirteen, Ye Ran didn't think that the so-called god could control that amount of power.

This is because the basic strength of this world is too weak.

Even if it was Shilokuma's magic sword, Ye Ran had never regarded it as a real opponent, and the magic sword was already the top power in this world.

Not to mention, he has successfully comprehended the fourteen swords that belong only to him.

So, gods? It's going to be a good opponent.

He remembered the fourteen swords that he had swung out for the first time with Yan Thirteen's sword intent, the phantom he encountered there, the incomparable power.

Is that him?

Ye Ran's face was indifferent, his bright sword intent kept beating, and the sword intent lingered in his eyes.

Well, wait for me, god.

Concealing the sword intent, the ancient sword demon moon also calmed down, and put the sword vein chapter aside, Ye Ran didn't have the heart to take stock of his own things, in fact, for him, as long as he had a demon moon in his hand, it was enough, and other means were not important at all.

Putting the demon moon on his knees, Ye Ran picked up the pill and threw it into his mouth without hesitation.

Close your eyes and feel the pill passing through your esophagus, reaching your stomach, touching stomach acid, sinking, beginning to melt, and then spreading.

……

Half an hour passed, Ye Ran waited, he clearly understood that the pill given in the Yun Sword Chapter would definitely not be wrong, although he was not very old in this world, the results of long-term martial arts training, as well as the hundreds of days of cultivation after changing the sword proved that he had patience far beyond ordinary people.

Suddenly, Ye Ran frowned, and a huge force burst out of his abdomen, and at that moment, Ye Ran even had the illusion that that part of the meridians was torn.

It's a delusion.

Ye Ran closed his eyes, feeling the power melt into his body, and then invade his sword vein, and then seemed to find a broad road, rushing towards Ye Ran's mind with lightning speed.

The sword intent entrenched in Ye Ran's mind felt this force, and reflexively rushed out of his mind, colliding with the rushing force.

Then, fusion.

This force contained an extremely pure spiritual power, and Ye Ran understood at this time why that pill was called Quenching Essence Pill.

The foundation of sword intent originally relied on spiritual power, and Ye Ran's spiritual power was definitely not strong, although it was stronger than ordinary people, it was actually not much. However, the spiritual power required to cast the sword intent was too much, causing Ye Ran to be unable to maintain the sword intent throughout the battle.

It can only be like the previous battle, just use the sword intent at the critical moment of the battle.

Sword intent, kendo, sword god.

Ye Ran felt that some of the valves in his mind that he didn't understand seemed to be being opened, and the sword cultivation technique in his body began to run, and the speed of the sword qi was gradually increasing.

The sword heart was calm, and Ye Ran sat like an old monk, falling into a wonderful artistic conception.

……

The young man in white held an ancient sword, standing quietly under a plum tree, quietly looking at Ye Ran, and looking at the sword on Ye Ran's waist.

"You learn swords?"

At this moment, it sounds like those three words, but it is full of awe-inspiring sword intent, that sword intent is so grand, it is a grandeur that is extremely confident in his sword, and it is a corner that cannot be erased even if he sits for tens of thousands of years.

He is Simon blowing snow.

He is the god of swords.

"Well, I learn swords."

Since then, Ye Ran has stood in front of him, and he can speak his words so firmly, he is no longer what he used to be. He learned the sword, sank into the way of the sword, drunk with this vast and boundless avenue, he was moved that he could meet the way of the sword, so Ye Ran was proud and confident.

"Good."

The young man's face was calm, he looked at Ye Ran's eyes, saw the sword intent in his eyes that belonged to him completely, and nodded slowly.

Draw your sword.

The ancient sword in the young man's hand was slowly pulled out of the scabbard, and the sound of friction between the sword and the scabbard floated into Ye Ran's ears, with an extremely pure sword intent, which was the sword intent of Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ye Ran didn't draw his sword, the shape was different, but the same ancient Demon Moon stayed in the scabbard silently, but he trembled suddenly, and the sword intent was agitated.

Press the sword, draw the sword, hand the sword.

In just an instant, Ye Ran's sword was pulled out of the sheath, and the silver-white bright sword tip reached the front of Ximen Fuxue in the blink of an eye, and the sword intent attached to the sword carried a high roaring sound, and the faint coldness instantly invaded this space.

The young man's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, which was an extremely rare emotion on the young man's face.

"Good."

The young man repeats it, but it means something very different.

Whoever dares to strike a sword first in front of him is always something worthy of praise.

He drew his sword.

Then put away the sword.

Ye Ran's sword stopped at a distance of five centimeters in front of the young man's throat, and he couldn't get an inch, and a red light dripped from Ye Ran's throat, it was blood.

The young man's sword path was so clear and simple, and as soon as the sword came out, Ye Ran clearly watched the sword as if it ignored the distance limit and stabbed straight into his throat.

Fast.

Extremely fast.

Looking at the moment when the young man collected the sword, gently swinging away the blood that slipped from the blade of the sword, Ye Ran understood where the gap between himself and Ximen Blowing Snow was.

It was the ultimate pursuit of the art of killing.

This is Simon's sword blowing snow.

Ye Ran resurfaced not far away, looking at the young man, there was no confusion in his eyes, what he had was only a stronger battle intent, that is, as a swordsman, the strong battle intent between higher-level swordsmen.

The young man looked at Ye Ran, looking at the sword intent that was still strong in his eyes, he just nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into white light.

on the bed.

Ye Ran opened his eyes and quietly looked at the void in front of him, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his sword intent was awe-inspiring.