The white-haired old man picked up the fragrant tea on the table, but his black and white eyes were still staring at Ye Chen.

What is a sword? Hearing the old man's words, Ye Chen fell into deep thought. The people of the Eastern Regions are good at swords, and the children of a big family like Ye Chen have been practicing swords since they were young, and their talents in the first five years have been lost, and Ye Chen has no choice but to spend all his time on swordsmanship, but in the past few years of sword cultivation, Ye Chen has never thought about what a sword is for himself.

Since the beginning of practice, the sword has been accompanied by Ye Chen's growth, holding the sword at the age of seven, cultivating the sword for seven years, and understanding the sword for fifteen, the sword can be said to run through Ye Chen's entire cultivation career, but it was not until the white-haired old man asked himself that Ye Chen understood that even though he had comprehended the sword momentum, he had never understood what the sword was.

Under the gaze of the white-haired old man, Ye Chen gradually closed his eyes, and the evil tiger under the old man stopped roaring, but Ye Chen couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces of sword cultivation in the past few years.

The flaunting of his talented personality when he was young, the snub of his family after losing his talent, Ye Xi's helplessness of kneeling down for medicine, the cold eyes of everyone in Cangyue, the embarrassment of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains being forced to flee, and the scenes of the past passed through his mind, but the long sword in Ye Chen's hand gradually trembled with the sword sound of Dao Qingyue.

Strength, everything is strength, if I could comprehend the sword momentum at the beginning, if I had the strength of Elder Shi Song, how could the people of the world dare to bully me, insult me, slander me, how could they have the opportunity to bully the people around me, and how could they watch Zhao Long and the others die.

Then my sword is to protect and strength, and my sword is to protect those who are close to me. With Ye Xi's smile, sister-in-law's entrustment, and Mu Yao's shame and anger in his mind, Ye Chen unconsciously had a little realization in his heart.

"For me, the sword is the guard!" Ye Chen opened his eyes, a sword light flashed from his eyes, and the young man looked up at the old man in white, and the Blood Yang Sword in his hand stirred up Dao sword light in the main hall.

"So, how should you protect it?" the white-haired old man took a sip of tea, looked at Ye Chen with a light smile and asked.

"There are not a few people who cultivate swords in the world, but those who really understand swords don't know geometry. The sword is a gentleman's soldier, but it does not mean that the way of the sword is to endure and retreat, the sword is a weapon, both for the soldier, and should drink blood. ”

Moving his gaze to the Blood Yang Sword, the sword in Ye Chen's eyes became more and more brilliant, but before Ye Chen could speak, the old man said again.

"My sword is war!"

"My sword should slay all the enemies of the world!"

The brighter the color of realization in his eyes, the boundless sword momentum beside Ye Chen suddenly swept out, bringing the sound of hunting in the main hall. As soon as the word "enemy" came out, the sword momentum beside Ye Chen suddenly turned into a sword domain, and then the sword domain stared at his eyes, and Ye Chen's eyes suddenly roared out of the Dao sword qi.

"Young man, congratulations on mastering the sword pupil. At this point, you have learned the sword, but you still haven't fully understood the sword, come and have a cup of tea. The white-haired old man smiled at Ye Chen, and then pushed the teacup in front of him in Ye Chen's direction.

"Ye Chen thanked his seniors!"

Putting away the Blood Yang Sword, the sword in his eyes faded, Ye Chen bowed abruptly at the white-haired old man, and then stepped forward

Walk towards the stone table.

Picking up the teacup, Ye Chen only felt that a refreshing fragrance of tea penetrated into his body from the pores, and the tea entered his abdomen, a kind of clarity far beyond the June snow he had drunk at the beginning permeated Ye Chen's whole body in his heart, and Ye Chen had no choice but to close his eyes again and begin to feel this clarity.

On the opposite side of the stone table, the white-haired old man sighed slightly, and then with a wave of one hand, the tiger with a frightened expression under his hand suddenly turned into nothing.

The old man looked at Ye Chen with a complicated expression, he came out to see Ye Chen this time naturally not because of his kendo talent, over the years of trying the sword tower, the old man had long since seen how many outstanding ghosts and ghosts, and there were countless disciples of the Proud Sword Pavilion who comprehended the sword momentum, compared to them, Ye Chen was actually extraordinary.

However, the sudden change that happened just now in the Sword Trial Tower shows that this ordinary young man has too much mystery, although since the twenty-eighth floor in the Sword Trial Tower, the battle object of the trial martial artist will have a certain amount of spiritual intelligence, but in the two battles just now, the martial artist Ye Chen faced has already exceeded this trace of spiritual wisdom.

The old man with the bloodline carried by the woman with the colorful Xuanguang is naturally no stranger, the Zhongzhou Ji family, the strength of the emperor's blood body is really extraordinary, and it can even affect the rules of the sword test tower. However, thinking of the other young man with a sword momentum that Ye Chen was fighting against, even if he was an old man, his eyes unconsciously brought a little sadness.

Moving his gaze to the outside of the tower, the old man's thoughts intersected with a long sword in Zhongzhou through the endless sea area, and then his thoughts drifted away, and a huge formation with endless colorful rays appeared in the old man's eyes.

"Are you coming again?"

The old man in white came back to his senses, whispered in a very complicated voice, and then moved his gaze to Ye Chen again, and a trace of relief appeared on the old man's face, and then everything in the hall disappeared along with the old man, leaving only Ye Chen, who was still closed.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the hall was already empty, Ye Chen only felt that everything just now was like a dream, but the residual sword intent in his eyes made Ye Chen understand that all this was real, and he bowed to the void again, and the numbers on the walls of the hall gradually changed.

Along with the number thirty-one, there was also a Xuanist dressed in black, the cultivation of the Xuanzhi Nine Grades attacked Ye Chen with boundless battle intent, and the Blood Yang Sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the battle started again.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and another hour has passed, Xu Ru and Wang Yue outside the Sword Trial Tower have begun to sit and wait, while Ye Chen and Mu Yao, who are in blue clothes, are still constantly crusing.

The azure blue long sword carried the visible sword qi to the opposite side, but the huge gap in strength was difficult to resist after all, the girl pursed her lips resentfully, and then the figure gradually dissipated in the main hall, and the forty-six or three red characters on the wall also disappeared at the same time.

On the first floor of the Sword Trial Tower, Mu Yao opened her eyes, and after a moment of confusion, the girl suddenly saw Ye Chen, who was still sitting quietly beside her.

Seeing that Ye Chen in the blue light mask was still indifferent, Mu Yao suddenly remembered what Ye Chen had said before entering the tower, and a wave of shame and anger climbed up the girl's cheeks, Mu Yao swung her fist at Ye Chen a few times through the light mask, and then hung down helplessly

As soon as he came out, he seemed to be thinking about how to escape Ye Chen's clutches.

On the fifty-fourth floor of the Sword Trial Tower, Ye Chen's body was full of scars, but his eyes were full of sword intent, and the Blood Yang Sword brought endless streamers to stab directly at the opposite side, and between the roaring sword qi, a black-clothed opponent opposite Ye Chen gradually dissipated into the air.

A dazzling white light swept over Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen waited quietly for a moment, and then all the injuries on his body healed, and his Xuan Li was completely recovered, and then, the figure of the opponent on the next layer gradually emerged.

The sword pupil looked at the other side with a hint of streamer, but with just one glance, Ye Chen felt a boundless depression. A young man dressed in blue clothes as a disciple of the inner sect of the Proud Sword Pavilion paced out from the shadows of the main hall, and at the same time, the coercion of a high-level martial artist followed.

The detached Xuan Qi that belonged to the Xuan Shi alone wandered beside the blue-clothed young man, and at a distance of ten meters from Ye Chen, the blue-clothed young man stopped moving forward, and then held his sword flat, as if signaling Ye Chen to take the lead in taking the sword.

Taking a deep breath, among the new disciples who entered the Proud Sword Pavilion, the martial arts realm is undoubtedly Ye Chen's weakest link, although with the special skill of the nameless technique, Ye Chen can fight hard with the cultivation of the eighth rank of the Xuanzhi and the ninth rank of the Xuan, but I have to admit that there is still a gap between the eighth grade and the ninth grade after all, not to mention that at this time, Ye Chen has to face a Xuanshi who is a big realm higher than himself.

The blood yang sword was overflowing, and under the speed of the seven star steps, Ye Chen suddenly made the strongest sword technique, and the sword line flew with the sword momentum and fire momentum, and in the magnificent sword qi, the face of the blue-clothed young man showed a little disdain.

A soft water-attribute Xuan Li permeated from the blue-clothed young man's side, and the azure blue Xuan Li lingered in the main hall with a magnificent dream, but in this ghostly light, there was an endless killing meaning.

The closer Ye Chen's sword light became, the blue light beside the blue-clothed young man became more and more intense, and when the two sword intents met, the two people in the hall roared angrily at the same time.

The moment the long swords met, the blue-clothed young man felt the power of Ye Chen's move, his blue eyes brought a bit of intention, and in the pervasiveness of the water, a sword qi suddenly gushed out.

Ye Chen's heart was shocked, the sword domain surrounded him, and then the two sword forces met in water and fire, and the sword qi in the hall was scattered.

However, in the stalemate between the two, every time the blue sword qi touched Ye Chen, it could always bring up a blood mark on Ye Chen's body, and as soon as the red sword light approached the blue-clothed young man, it was dissolved by the blue mysterious power overflowing beside the young man.

Even though the nameless exercise brought Ye Chen the invincible depth of Xuan Qi at the same level, no matter how deep the Xuan Qi was, the Xuan Qi was only a Xuan Qi, and the stalemate with a Xuan Shi, Ye Chen was the first to break the halberd after all.

The Xuan Qi on the Blood Yang Sword gradually drifted, and the young man in blue naturally would not let go of this opportunity, the momentum of the water was frantically poured into the long sword, and in the light of the sword, the Blood Yang Sword in Ye Chen's hand flew out even more violently.

The long sword entered the body, and the corners of Ye Chen's mouth pulled out a sneer, and then the left hand hidden behind his back quickly pointed out, as a martial art of the ninth rank of the spirit level, the power of the Huo Yuan Finger under the blessing of the power of fire should naturally not be underestimated, even if it is a Xuanshi, the young man in blue is here

A mouthful of illusory blood spurted out from under a finger.

The sword momentum and the water power suddenly exploded in Ye Chen's body, even if he received Ye Chen's finger, the blue-clothed young man still maintained his fighting instinct, and the pain drowned Ye Chen's thoughts, and in the complicated expression of the blue-clothed young man, Ye Chen's figure gradually disappeared.

On the first floor of the Sword Trial Tower, Ye Chen opened his eyes abruptly, subconsciously touched his chest, and after confirming that he was not injured, the young man's eyes suddenly relaxed, and he turned his head to look at Mu Yao beside him, Ye Chen was about to touch the girl's hair, and an irrepressible impulse suddenly surged out from the mystic cyclone.

Running out of the Sword Trial Tower, Ye Chen quickly sat up, and a taste that was the same as the tea tasted in the Sword Trial Tower overflowed from between his lips and teeth, and Ye Chen only felt that the dantian seemed to be burning.

The cyclone continued to rotate, and the two attributes of fire and wood between heaven and earth were frantically surging towards Ye Chen, and even two colored ribbons of different colors could be faintly seen condensing on the top of Ye Chen's head.

Because there is a large array of Xuan Qi around the Sword Trial Tower, and there are many martial artists waiting for friends here, naturally there are many people sitting and resting, feeling the abnormal fluctuations of the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, and the disciples around the Sword Trial Tower all opened their eyes blankly.

Whether it was a green shirt or a blue robe, the disciples of the Proud Sword Pavilion didn't feel a little envious in their eyes when they saw someone breaking through here, but between the fluctuations in momentum, everyone naturally discovered that Ye Chen, who was wearing the robe of an inner disciple, only had the cultivation of the Eight Grades of the Xuan, and a trace of doubt gradually appeared in the hearts of these disciples.

(End of chapter)