One sword, two swords, three swords......

As the sun set, Horn kept repeating the chopping motion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A simple action, repeated 10,000 times, may not be useful, 100,000 times may be like that, but if someone can have the perseverance to repeat a million times, 10 million times, then it is enough to cause quantitative change to cause qualitative change.

Become instinct, become the most direct reaction imprinted in the depths of the muscles and soul.

This is the path of cultivation of those ascetics of monks.

"This is my chance. ”

"I'm going to have to get it. ”

"In this world, I am alone, and luck will not come again. ”

Thoughts crossed Horn's mind.

In the past three years, he has been frantically honing himself, and that kind of crazy energy is even the 'Lion Duke' Bersen Marios and the old butler Dilapor have not imagined, because Horn knows the horror of hunger, knows the taste of being humiliated, and knows the powerlessness of the weak who can't control their own destiny, he is a person who has died once, and people have a great understanding between life and death, and the shaping of life consciousness is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He won't give up any chance to get stronger.

He died because of this, and tasted all the suffering, white eyes, ridicule, hunger, shame, unwillingness, resentment, powerlessness in the little beggar, and tasted all the states of the world, this is his will, he wants to become stronger, he wants to control his own power, no one can control his fate, no one can, this is an indescribable power of thought.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one swords.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-two swords

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-three swords.

......

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven swords

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight swords

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine sword

100,000 Sword ......

Bang.

"It's finally over. ”

At this moment, Horn suddenly felt that he had a deeper understanding of this kind of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship continued to echo in his mind, opened the fog, saw the true meaning, removed the shackles, broke the obstacles, all the swordsmanship gathered in his mind, melted into a furnace, as if to condense a sharp silver-white sword rune.

One hundred thousand sword marks imprinted in his mind, condensed into a silver-white sword rune, and melted into the sword master's card. The sword light flickered, and in the consciousness space, the silvery-white texture of the 'Sword Master Card' suddenly trembled sharply, and the mysterious huge dial gear rumbled and turned, and Horn suddenly felt that his consciousness seemed to be combined with some kind of idea of the 'Sword Master Card', resulting in a mysterious change.

The dial gear rotates again, and the core of the 'Sword Master's Card' cracks.

The vision in his eyes was divided into countless dividing lines, and a silver luster emerged from the surface of his eyeballs, booming, as if he had entered another world, overlooking this world from a higher level, Horn suddenly felt that his body was light, as if he could get rid of the heavy restraints of his body, and then he suddenly broke free from the front, and then he saw an incredible scene.

Horn was stunned, he had never been so shocked, the world had never been so different in his eyes.

Then, he saw himself.

"How is this possible?"

Horn was shocked, and took a closer look, he was sure that it was indeed him, under a big tree, stood a half-grown young man with a beautiful face and blond hair, his eyes and hair color had changed, so as to be more like the original 'Horn'. This is indeed himself, but how is it possible? How can he see himself?

"My body is here, so who am I?"

Horn suddenly thought of a question, and then, in a flash of thought, he saw another self. ’

To be exact, that's not 'me.' ’

It was a majestic and majestic swordsman, dressed in a blood-stained white robe, with his eyebrows raised high, like two extremely sharp long swords, holding a light sword, but his body was ethereal, almost translucent, floating in the air like a ghost, a pair of empty eyes looked down from the sky, looking at another real self standing under the tree.

"This white-clothed swordsman whose body is stained with blood like a ghost is 'himself'. Suddenly having this realization in his heart, Horn looked at the world in front of him again, and suddenly found that the whole world was no longer different in his eyes.

The ever-changing white clouds in the sky are 'swords', the craggy strange rocks are 'swords', the angles of sight are 'swords', the tall trees are 'swords', the withered weeds on the ground are 'swords', and even he is a 'sword'.

He looked up, and saw the old butler Dilapol who was hurrying here a mile away, and although he was so far away, he could see it clearly, even every hair and texture on his skin.

Suddenly, the big butler on the other side, Dillapel, also raised his head, and the dizzy old eyes actually saw him, Horn's heart was shocked, boom, and he only felt a strong pulling force from his body under the big tree, and his figure suddenly returned and was pulled back into the body.

Under the big tree, Horn suddenly opened his eyes, and the depths of his pupils flashed with a cold silver-white, as if he was wrapped in a silver film covering the entire surface of his eyes.

The sword in his hand suddenly shot out, and dozens of sword flowers appeared in front of him, and with a flash of sword light, the cross-blade killing sword technique was displayed without warning, and in an instant, dozens of cross-crossed silver-white sword marks were formed, flashing with a sharp light that made people's hearts beat, at this moment, in terms of his swordsmanship, it was not inferior to the swordsmanship teacher Redessa who had been immersed in this set of swordsmanship for decades, and even surpassed it.

If the swordsmanship teacher Redessa was here at this moment, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene, and he would definitely not believe that he had been immersed in the swordsmanship that he was most proud of for half of his life, and it was so incredible that someone had cracked it to this point in a short period of time.

Woohoo.

I heard the fierce sound of the silver sword flower breaking through the air, the criss-cross sword marks were sharp, and with a bang, the huge locust tree surrounded by the two people behind Horn suddenly broke the trunk from the middle, the fracture was smooth and smooth, and there were faint cross-cross marks of two crosses, which suddenly collapsed and kicked up a large cloud of dust.

"I've entered the Silver Nine Rank?"

Horn lowered his head, and even felt his palms tremble a little, and he just looked at his hands in disbelief.

He jerked his head up, a silvery-white light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became cold again.

A vague figure was approaching quickly, hurrying to his approach, the person's speed was too fast, and without warning, Horn's eyes flashed with silver light, the sword qi exploded, and the two-handed big sword in his hand was slashed out in an instant, conjuring more than twenty sword flowers, crossed into a huge cross sword mark, resisting the front of the man.

The other party snorted lightly, his feet moved, and his body turned in an impossible moment, and disappeared in place in an instant, and at the same time, he smashed the huge cross silver sword mark, stretched out a palm, and smashed the sword in front of him, breaking into front of him in an instant, revealing his true face.

The old butler Dilapor didn't even care that Horn had entered the realm of the Silver Nine Ranks, grabbed his wrist, looked horrified, and said, "How is it possible? Is it you just now?

His face was shocked, and he said again and again, even giving up his former calmness, you can imagine how much the scene just now shocked him.