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Ian didn't care about the demons around him, and he was caught up in the music of the sword's groan.

It wasn't until this moment that he really realized how ridiculous his past self really was, so stupid as to regard his sword intent as his enemy, that he didn't even hear its voice properly.

It is true that because of it, I have to race for my life, and from time to time I fall into confusion and hesitation.

But this is not actually its original intention, just because he is the master, he is really unqualified.

All along, Ian always thought that he was "cheering" for his opponent while running with his opponent. However, now he realized that in fact, as his opponent's sword intent, his "cheering" was far more sincere and enthusiastic than his own.

Look at that.

It reverberates around him, and the incomparable edge, only when it comes into contact with him, will it turn into a light veil as smooth as flowing water, warm and full of kindness.

Listen.

When it ignored it, and even was hostile to it, it did not give birth to the slightest impatience and care, but still kept whispering his name, weaving moving music, trying to penetrate the truth of this world through his closed ears and convey it to the bottom of his ignorant heart.

It has always wanted to tell itself its secrets, but in fact, it has only refused to listen to its voice.

"I'm sorry. ”

Ian, who understood everything, opened his eyes, full of tenderness and guilt. He raised his sword flat in front of him and gently stroked it with his hand, apologizing for his anger at it for his ignorance.

Without Ian's urging, the sword intent in the long sword made a completely different soft groan, and it seemed to have truly come to life once again since it broke through the Sage's Gate.

The voice was high and low, lingering around Ian for a long time, like a coquettish child, running and jumping around him, venting his joy and joy. It seemed to be a gentle mother, who opened her arms and hugged him in her arms, showing a gentle and reassuring smile.

They whispered his name again, and fell in his ear, trying to tell him something. However, the voice was too hazy for Ian to hear it properly, no matter how carefully he listened.

He found that he was still lacking something, so even though he had accepted his sword intent, it was still as if there was still a light veil between them, making it impossible for him to truly hear the mystery that the sword intent was trying to convey to him.

However, he did not feel anxious, because just now, he had already taken the most important step. Never before did Ian feel so close to the true Sage as he had ever been.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you yet. He brushed the blade of the sword lightly, and said apologetically but confidently, "But don't worry, I won't lose to you." ”

The sword groaned softly, as if comforting, as if encouraging. Ian smiled at this, raised his head, and looked around at the demons that had gradually gathered around him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are here just in time. He uttered a leisurely voice, completely ignoring these deformed and twisted monsters in the eyes of the world.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the sword roared softly, and Ian easily penetrated into the group of demons that rushed straight at him in an instant. Suddenly, the black blood unique to the demon bloomed into a brilliant flower in the wilderness under the night.

At this time, although Ian still couldn't stop the flow of sword intent, when he took the initiative to urge the sword intent, it was no longer without the slightest effect.

True sword saints can take the initiative to promote their sword intent, improve their physical abilities, and at the same time, through their own beliefs, give birth to all kinds of incredible characteristics.

But this was not the case with Ian before. He can only passively accept the strengthening of the sword intent circulating on its own, but cannot strengthen himself by actively urging the sword intent. Because at that time, when he took the initiative to urge the sword intent, all he could do was to produce a violent fluctuation, and the vast majority of the power was emanated, which had no effect on himself.

And now. He learned to listen to the sound of sword intent.

Then all of them have become very different.

Although Ian has not yet found his beliefs, he has not been able to use the trait. However, he could finally take the initiative to strengthen his abilities by inducing sword intent, on the basis of the original passive reinforcement, instead of just exuding strong will fluctuations.

Reactive and proactive, that's a huge difference.

Just passively accepting the reinforcement of the sword intent has already allowed Ian to climb the threshold of the superior. And when he took the initiative to exert this power, experiencing several times the speed, strength, and physique of the previous one, Ian couldn't imagine how far he had improved now, and whether he could really fight those superiors head-on?

With the urging of the sword intent, the long sword in his hand turned from the original mortal iron into a divine weapon, and between the coming and going of the demons, its fierce sword light gradually turned into a crystal gossamer, and then turned into a point of flickering light, appearing and disappearing in the night, harvesting the life of the demon.

As time passed, his form seemed to be getting slower and slower. And the amazing thing is that as his body slowed down, the movements of the demons around him suddenly slowed down, as if he were the most brilliant orchestra conductor, and when he waved the baton made of a sharp sword, all the dancers on the stage couldn't help but obey his conductor and follow his heart, step out the dance steps he wanted them to take.

The two contradictory concepts of fast and slow are skillfully blended together at this moment, bursting out with incomparable brilliance.

However, even though Ian had deliberately suppressed the sword intent that he had actively induced, and only dared to let the long sword let out that almost imperceptible light groan, this power was still beyond his phenomenon.

When he came back to his senses from the beautiful music, the whole "stage" was empty, and he was the only one standing.

Looking at the hundreds of demon corpses surrounding him, Ian couldn't help but be a little stunned. Originally, he just wanted to kill this demon group and find his last prey as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that in just a moment, he would actually slaughter the entire demon group.

Faster than he expected.

"Okay. He chuckled, his consciousness looking around the four fields from the sky, searching for the trail of the last prey.

"From today, I'm really going to start playing with fire. (To be continued.) )