In the Sword Realm, or in the position where the Sword Realm is glued to the outside world, Chen Fei has reached a contract similar to cooperation with the human pan-consciousness hybrid Alaya Consciousness, and after receiving the information transmitted by the Alayya Consciousness with his eyes slightly closed, even his face was a little happy, and he said with a slight smile on his face: "In this case, Fei is grateful, if I attain the Tao one day, I will definitely free your consciousness from the Sword Realm itself." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hearing Chen Fei's promise, the invisible consciousness of Alaya consciousness obviously had some joyful fluctuations, and moved closer to Chen Fei slightly, Chen Fei also let go of his consciousness control as if he was controlling a spiritual sword, and connected with the consciousness fluctuations of Alaya consciousness, closed his eyes slightly, and only felt a tremor in his heart, and his consciousness was like flying to the clouds, overlooking the whole world from the perspective of God! Moreover, it seems that it can sense the existence of all the human races living in the sword realm at this time, no, or the existence of humanoid life!

This is the power of Alayya, a mixture of pan-human consciousness!

Reaching the consciousness of a demigod almost instantly, he found the elites of the various races he brought back then, and the sword marks imprinted on their bodies back then for insurance still exist, and besides, none of these people have been killed or injured in these hundred years! And just by vaguely perceiving Chen Fei can judge their growth over the years!

Seriously, worthy of the title of swordsmanship genius!

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, Chen Fei followed the vague connection, and whispered in his heart:

"Ladies and gentlemen, a hundred years have passed, but do you still remember your homeland?"

Sword Realm, one hundred and one year in the Holy Calendar.

The original Chinese Shushan realm, the branch of the Sword Palace, the Sword Ancestral Hall.

Elders' Pavilion!

Stuart Smith ended his daily diligent internal cultivation, slowly exhaled the last breath of turbid qi in his body, slowly opened his eyes, and a blood-colored cold light flashed in his gray steel-like eyes, this is the high-level sword technique of the Sword Ancestral Hall of the Sword Palace, and the external embodiment of the bloody sword technique cultivation has reached an extremely high level! Feeling the surging and sharp power fluctuations in his body, Stuart Smith sighed slightly- He was originally just an extremely ordinary member of the Abyss Human Race, his physique was not strong, and his fighting spirit cultivation was even worse, but he had fanatical feelings for the sword, and he originally thought that his life would pass in a mess, until that day, he was taken to another person!

For him, such a feeling is just a momentary thing, after the breath in his body eased, he directly lifted the giant sword that never left his body, put it on his back, strode out of his own attic, and went straight to the place where he practiced the sword, all the disciples along the way saw him bowed respectfully and saluted, and after getting up, he looked at the back that was as reliable as a mountain, and his eyes were full of fanatical longing-

The youngest elder of the Sword Ancestor Hall!

The only resolute man who has cultivated the Killing God Bai Qi - the bloody sword technique has been successful, and has successfully practiced the bloody sword intent! The sword technique of the giant sword in one hand is almost the realm of returning to the basics, and the murderous aura is vertical and horizontal when the horizontal and vertical slashes are crossed, and he has fought strongly to cultivate the sword cultivation one level higher than himself, he is resolute and heavy, extremely upright, and the giant sword is not out of the sheath, and he will return with blood!

Legendary swordsman, known as the bloody sword!

Bang!

With a clear sound, the giant sword with a blood demon style fell to the ground, although it was still sheathed, but the terrifying sharpness and bloody aura were extremely clear, almost in an instant, no disciple dared to stand within dozens of zhang of the surroundings, but they did not have the slightest dissatisfaction in their hearts, but they were extremely excited to surround them, and many female disciples looked at the cold man with a look of fascination!

The surrounding environment did not affect Stuart's state at all, he took a deep breath, and the terrifying sword light burst out in an instant, and the horizontal and vertical slashes were extremely ordinary, but they had their own bearing, which was not to be underestimated, and as the swordsmanship gradually unfolded, the terrifying blood-colored murderous aura was also silently permeating here, making those disciples pale and trembling in their legs, but their eyes were becoming more and more fanatical.

Slash in all directions!

Bloody Battle!

Kill the king with a sword!

With the opening of the sword battle, Stuart did not have a trace of the original pleasure in his heart, but became more and more irritable, doubtful, worried and even faint fear, which almost forced his heart to explode-

'That man once said that he would take us back to his homeland in a hundred years!'

But a hundred years have passed, where are you... ’

Zheng~

The giant sword slashed horizontally, and the wind was like a dragon, roaring out, setting off a wave of spiritual energy fluctuations. Stuart's face gradually became a little hideous, due to the viciousness of pain, the last sword slashed down vertically, and the strong wind entangled in the sword body turned into substance, mixed with murderous aura and slashed out, making a low and solemn buzzing sound in the air, Stuart gradually knelt on the ground, gasping heavily, and there was a blank in his eyes.

For that goal, he practiced swordsmanship day and night!

He chose the most powerful, but also the most dangerous sword inheritance!

He went to fight the most ferocious and tyrannical enemies.

He took his life as a pact.

"But ... Where are you... ”

With a slight mutter, Stuart slowly straightened up, casually put the giant sword on his shoulder, and walked towards the place on the task list, but the pace was extremely tired, but at this moment, a strange but extremely familiar voice sounded directly in his heart.

Shallow but confident. Nothing has changed.

It's like traveling through time. "Ladies and gentlemen, a hundred years have passed, but do you still remember your homeland?"

It was a very plain sentence, but it made the body of the famous legendary swordsman Blood Sword stiffen instantly, and then, those young disciples of the Sword Ancestor Hall saw Stuart Smith, the youngest elder of the Sword Ancestor Hall, the heir of the Killing God Bai Qi, the famous legendary swordsman Blood Sword laughed like a madman, and the bloody sword qi all over his body was so strong that it was like a substance, and he directly killed the malaise that had been going on on his body for a year, and the frenzied and ecstatic laughter spit out from the mouth of this man who had been calm and composed!

"Hahahaha, General! A hundred years have passed, I am waiting here, waiting for the military order! But there is a drive, and I will not give up!" In the laughter, Stuart Smith directly set up his sword light, and frantically fled towards the place where he appeared inexplicably in his heart at a terrifying speed that almost exceeded the limit.

"On that day, the scarlet sword light rose like a dragon, rendering a piece of sky.

He never returned. ”

――――"Sword Ancestral Hall, Elder Biography, Blood"

(To be continued.) )