"Who is it?" Xiao Zheng stood up and looked around, there was silence around him, and there was nothing unusual. "Who was talking just now?" Xiao Zheng asked again, but still no one answered.

At this time, as if he had sensed something, Xiao Zheng suddenly turned his head and found a slender figure wearing a mask standing behind him, looking at him as if he had been here for a long time.

Xiao Zheng frowned and said, "You said that the sword I condensed has no soul, so how can it be considered to have a soul......?" What is the soul" The figure said lightly after a while: "As long as you understand what a soul is, it is simple to condense the soul."

"Then what should I do?" Xiao Zheng stood up and looked directly at him, with a hunch that this person suddenly came here not specifically to teach him how to condense the sword soul.

The cool night breeze blew in, slightly sweeping the corners of their clothes.

The figure moved slightly, and the aura in his hand began to condense, forming a spear. Xiao Zheng's expression began to become solemn, but he noticed that this person's hands were a little delicate and white.

I didn't want to do so much Xiao Zheng closed his eyes and suddenly opened them, there was already a golden long sword in his hand, which was exuding a trace of aura.

"Not bad" The man said: "In the middle of cultivation, you can successfully condense into a sword with such a little spiritual power from yourself, not bad, really good", the man said three good, but Xiao Zheng was even more suspicious, because even he didn't know what his realm was, but he saw through it.

It seems that this person should be much better than himself......

"You're not bad, huh...... But unfortunately, I still don't know what you're here for?" Xiao Zheng raised his sword and pointed it at him. The man also slowly raised his spear: "Will you find out later?"

There was a sound of breaking the air, and Xiao Zheng's pupils couldn't help shrinking, so fast!

A golden stream of water suddenly appeared in his body, dyeing Xiao Zheng's eyes golden in an instant! With a turn of footsteps, Xiao Zheng suddenly retreated backwards and landed firmly on the eaves and fell to the ground.

Looking up at the place where he had just stood: a spear was stuck straight in there, so powerful that the surrounding tiles shattered.

The man drew his spear: "Yes, the reaction is fast, I want to see where your limits are...... Or luck?", and before he could finish speaking, the figure disappeared again.

Xiao Zheng forced himself to calm down, the enemy is very strong, but it should be inferred from his words that there seems to be no hostility towards him, and he should not have come to kill himself.

The strong wind came again, but Xiao Zheng did not retreat this time and raised his sword and rushed out.

"Ding!" the sword and spear collided with a crisp sound, and the next moment, the golden sword burst into a cloud of astigmatism and dissipated into the air. Xiao Zheng himself was not feeling well, as if he had suffered a heavy blow in his chest, and his pale face took several steps back sharply to offset the impact.

"Everything in the world has a spirit, whether it is a living life or a merciless blade"

The man defeated Xiao Zheng with one blow, and the spear in his hand did not stop, and rushed towards Xiao Zheng again. Xiao Zheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard his voice, as if he understood something, his right hand condensed a long sword again, and took a deep breath to welcome his arrival.

"Swords also have spirits, they are called sword souls, and some powerful sword souls even have self-awareness to help their masters"

Defeated Xiao Zheng again with one blow, and the man also paused for a moment to look at Xiao Zheng who was paralyzed on the ground: "A weapon without a soul is a dead thing, just like the two swords you just had, it will shatter when you touch it!"

Xiao Zheng stood up with difficulty, as if he had realized that this time he did not directly condense the sword to resist the enemy, but closed his eyes again, and the golden light in his hand danced again and began to condense in his palm.

"It seems to be a little bit old" The man also grabbed the handle of the gun, facing the light in front of him, it turned out to be Xiao Zheng holding the sword and rushing towards him.

"Infuse your consciousness into the sword so that it feels like a part of your body"

"Ding!, Ding!, Ding!" Xiao Zheng kept waving his long sword and spear, and the speed was so fast that he could already see the afterimage.

"Since it's a part of yourself, you can naturally exert 10% of your skills"

"Ding!" After the man blocked Xiao Zheng's slash with his gun, he lowered his spear and danced a spear in the air, stabbing at Xiao Zheng violently.

"Bang!" the sword shattered again, and bits of golden light scattered in the air.

"Therefore, the so-called condensation of the sword soul is actually to integrate one's own consciousness into the sword, so that the sword can truly be used for one's own use!"

Xiao Zheng flew out upside down, and after hearing this sentence in the air, he suddenly thought of the scene in that dream where the man in white was floating in the air, and thousands of qi swords were splashing down......

"It's the same with any weapon, a weapon with a soul is more than ten times more powerful than it"

Xiao Zheng raised a finger with difficulty and pointed at the man, and the man seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then seemed to realize something, and looked at the long sword that had been broken by himself before: the pieces of fragments slowly turned into a short sword, pointing at him in the air, as if waiting for something.

"It's really interesting...... Xiao Zheng, you really surprised me......"

Xiao Zheng was lying on the ground and gently shook his left hand, and in an instant, those qi swords shot towards the figure that had been locked before!

The man raised his spear and pointed at it, ready to shatter the swords in one fell swoop. The sword was getting closer and closer, and just as it was about to approach the tip of the spear, Xiao Zheng suddenly sucked in his right hand out of thin air, and the spear suddenly tilted to the side.

"What?" the man seemed to be surprised before he was surrounded by an air sword, and after a golden light, the surroundings became quiet again.

Only a breeze remains......

Xiao Zheng seemed to feel something, and sighed lightly: "Yuzhen, is it you?", a spear slowly appeared in the darkness, and the tip of the spear was less than a foot away from Xiao Zheng's nose.

"You...... What are you talking about?" the man seemed to hesitate for a moment, Xiao Zheng was lying on the ground and said, "Your movements, your body shape are the most important ...... That faint fragrance on your body, which you can't hide even with a mask......"

The man stared at Xiao Zheng and shook his head gently: "I'm not the Qianyu Zhen in your mouth...... You recognize the wrong person", "Look" Xiao Zheng smiled: "I didn't even say that surname, you said it......", after a moment of speech, the man withdrew his spear and reached out to take off the mask.

The moment the mask was removed, Xiao Zheng felt that the night around him seemed to be brightened by her beauty, and the wind had stopped, could he also stop for her face?

"It's really you......" Xiao Zheng's eyes were a little moist unconsciously, Xiao Zheng didn't know how much he missed her after not seeing her for many days, and the difference on the lake that day made him so unforgettable.

"Xiao Zheng ......" Qian Yuzhen also had red eyes, and in an instant, the world around him collapsed, and the wind began to blow again, lifting Xiao Zheng's sleeves.

At this moment, Xiao Zheng was sitting cross-legged on the roof, and next to him stood Qian Yuzhen, who had lost his mask, as if the scene just now was like a dream.

"The rain is really ......", "Xiao Zheng ......", the night began to deepen, enveloping the hearts of these two embracing each other......