From the very beginning, Huai Zhi'an had a devout awe for those immortal sword cultivators.

It's good to have a sense of awe, but when Huai Zhi'an is also a sword cultivator, or even a sword cultivator who wants to climb to the top, it's not good.

"Finally figured it out?"

In the distance, the elderly Xie Xiaofeng sat in front of the grave of his deceased wife, gently and comfortingly looking through the door at the young man sitting quietly by the green water lake.

Huai Zhi'an's already amazing sword intent became more and more agile at this time, like the rising morning sun in the empty field, but the restrained power was incomparably majestic, like a new life!

Huai Zhi'an is very strong, and its true strength far exceeds the upper limit that this world can carry.

This point, Xie Xiaofeng noticed it from the beginning, when he saw Huai Zhi'an for the first time.

It's just that it seems that for some special reasons, Huai Zhi'an can't exert his full strength, so he can only walk here with a simple kendo cultivation.

But even if he has a power that is beyond Xie Xiaofeng's reach, Huai Zhi'an doesn't know why in his heart, he has a different kind of awe for him and the owner of the other two sword moves.

This awe is deeply rooted in Huai Zhi'an's peace of mind, as if the sword of several of them is the "strongest", as for Huai Zhi'an...... It seems that he himself is difficult to compete with several of them in kendo?

It was this "awe" and "curiosity" that made Xie Xiaofeng recognize Huai Zhi'an when they met for the first time, knowing that the other party had no malicious intent.

But it was this "awe" that made Huai Zhi'an regrettable defeat in countless competitions with him.

"Huai Zhi'an subconsciously thinks that it is impossible for him to defeat Xie Xiaofeng, so Xie Xiaofeng is invincible."

Xie Xiaofeng didn't know what Huai Zhi'an had gone through, so he was so in awe of them and the swordsmanship of several of them.

But he knew that if he couldn't give up this awe, it would be difficult for Huai Zhi'an to really exert his full strength, and it would be difficult for him to truly integrate the sword dao of several of them into his own sword dao, and he would only repeat the mistakes of the past again and again and fail in the competition.

Xie Xiaofeng was aware of this, so he accompanied Huai Zhi'an to practice swords again and again.

Even, he did not hesitate to let Yan Shisan's sword reappear in the world!

After all, no one is more fearless about kendo than Yan Thirteen, who is obsessed with swords, crazy, and almost crazy.

"Fortunately, my efforts were not in vain."

Xie Xiaofeng retracted his gaze, and looked at the few plain white wildflowers swaying in the wind on the lonely grave beside him with a smile, his old face seemed to be a little paler than the previous moment, but there was a little more relief in his eyes.

The disciples of the rivers and lakes are old, even if he is he, he cannot escape the washing of the years.

"Kendo fearless, kendo fearless......"

With Huai Zhi'an's low murmur, those eyes became more and more dazzling, and the sword qi around him vibrated violently like boiling water!

Yes, he is in awe of Ximen blowing snow, in awe of Ye Gucheng, and in awe of Xie Xiaofeng!

Because these people, without exception, are all sword cultivators who stand at the peak of kendo, are obsessed with kendo, are infatuated with kendo, live for swords, die for swords, and are the purest swordsmanship.

So even if he mastered their sword path, Huai Zhi'an still felt that he was inferior to them deep down, the sword god smiled, the sky flew immortals, the earth broke the earth, the heaven and the earth were afraid of burning, this amazing sword move in his hand was just an imitation, it was impossible to reach the peak posture in the hands of the three of them, let alone surpass it.

It is this psychology that makes Huai Zhian lose to Xie Xiaofeng again and again, and it is difficult to truly integrate the swordsmanship of these three people.

Every time he used these sword moves, he deliberately or unintentionally imitated, wanting to become Ye Gucheng, become Ximen Blowing Snow, and become Ye Gucheng.

Huai Zhi'an opened his eyes, his eyes became brighter and brighter, the corners of his mouth were upturned, as if he was happy, and the sword qi around him also seemed to be cheering.

But no matter how much he tried to imitate him, he was not them after all.

From beginning to end, he just, Huai Zhi'an!

Lift the sword, hold the sword, draw the sword, dance the sword!

All kinds of sword moves appeared in Huai Zhi'an's hands like a great river, and the experience points were like a flying flood of catharsis, turning all the sword inheritance of the Lishan Sword Sect into sword dao wisdom and sending it into Huai Zhi'an's mind.

The thousand-year-old sword path of the Lishan Sword Sect finally became a one-man sword path on this day, and it completely turned into the cornerstone of Huai Zhi'an's sword path and the ladder to climb!

The void shook, a vast sea-like coercion emerged from Huai Zhi'an's body, silver thunder ran across the heavens and the earth, a huge roar set off monstrous wind and waves, and the whole world seemed to be playing a hymn for Huai Zhi'an!

But Huai Zhi'an himself didn't notice it, he was just obsessed with the sword, immersed in the sword, and with the countless sword paths, an astonishing transformation changed in him, which made Huai Zhi'an's temperament look sharper.

"Huh?"

Xie Xiaofeng in the villa raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes were fixed on the ancient sword on his waist, and he saw that it was so simple, and the long sword that followed him all his life actually trembled inexplicably at this moment.

The slender sword body trembled, as if it was pulled by an invisible force, if it weren't for his strength to suppress his own sword weapon, the sword would probably be unsheathed.

Xie Xiaofeng's hand was originally holding the hilt of his sword, but when he raised his head again, he found that above the sky, Dao sword light swept up from all directions, piercing the sky and shooting straight into the green water lake.

"I see."

Xie Xiaofeng smiled suddenly, then stopped suppressing the sword, let go of his right hand, and let it merge into the long river of swords, as if worshipping, and swept towards the figure by the lake.

"It is said that I, Xie Xiaofeng, am the emperor of the sword, and if I look at it today, the back waves of the Yangtze River will push the front waves."

Xie Xiaofeng smiled like a spring breeze, without the slightest jealousy and dissatisfaction on his face, but laughed heartily.

As a sword cultivator, it was really a great pleasure to see such a vision of swordsmanship!

Not only Xie Xiaofeng's world, but at the same time, with Huai Zhi'an's physical body as the source, along with the entire Guiru, with a strange fluctuation swept in all directions, the entire Dongzhou Daomen, and even the world, were slightly shocked at this time.

"Huh?"

Jian Jiu, who was originally waiting for Huaizhi Anwu Sword outside the ruins, felt this sword intent, and his eyes suddenly became a little surprised.

"This feeling ......"

But before Jian Jiu could figure it out carefully, he only heard a surging sword sound, the sky shook, ten thousand swords roared together, and the sword qi in the ruins surged out like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, and the endless power was mighty in all directions!

The sound of this sword was not loud, but it was like a great avenue, and it spread all over the world in an instant.

Countless monks looked east in astonishment at this time, only to see that on the sky dome of the East China Sea at this time, dark clouds gathered, rolling and surging wildly, and it also affected the entire Daomen realm.

Tens of millions of raindrops broke free from the shackles of gravity, like a battlefield that was off the string and tilted, pouring down frantically, turning into a torrential downpour.

"Look at the rain." A monk pointed to the splashing rain, his eyes shocked.

I saw that the rain the size of a bean bead actually formed the appearance of a sword peak, and a trace of fierce aura permeated it.

Such a strange scene shocked everyone again, what is going on?

"The sound of the sword, the vision...... Sound familiar? Some monks felt that this mood seemed to be somewhat familiar.

But in the next second, the faces of these monks changed drastically in vain, and they looked down at the swords at their waists, only to see that their swords were inexplicably trembling at this time, and they coincided with the sound of swords that resounded all over the world, and there was a surging sound of swords.

The sound of the sword gradually became sharp at first, until finally, the swords came out of their sheaths as if pulled by some force.

Beihai Prefecture, Nanli Prefecture, Xiniu Prefecture, Daomen Dongzhou, dense sword rain turned into a long dragon and ascended to the sky, and the black clouds of the East China Sea swept away.

It may be that there are not many pure sword cultivators in this world, but the number of monks with magic swords is staggering.

At this time, the world's ten thousand swords converge in the East China Sea!

Ten thousand swords tremble together, and the swords chant endlessly!

This scene made countless people who watched it have numb scalps.

"Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect."

The ancestral witch who had just left Dongzhou looked back, the figure on the West Tianling Mountain groaned, and the dragon shadow under the East China Sea was silent.

In the Dao Palace, hearing the sound of the sword, the eyelashes of the mountain language who was enlightening trembled slightly, as if he wanted to wake up.

She could hear it, this was Huai Zhi'an's voice!

"Alas, that kid, when will you not be able to understand the sword, but at this time, you ......"

Daozu smiled helplessly, please shake off the dust and help Shanyu resettle.

"It is a critical moment, one person is enlightened, and three Qing practitioners are initiated; One person understands the sword, ten thousand swords dynasty sect, the two of you really have a heart. ”

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On the shore of the green water lake, Huai Zhi'an's sword intent is like water, soaked in the lake.

And the ten thousand swords in the world attracted by Huai Zhi'an were quietly suspended on the surface of the big lake at this time, slightly tilted, as if they were worshipping Huai Zhi'an.

The young man by the lake opened his eyes, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, and it was as calm as a pool, without waves.

Immediately, Huai Zhi'an got up and gently handed out a sword at the empty green water lake.

With a swing of the sword, Huai Zhi'an's brows were tightly locked, as if he was incarnated as a cold and lonely peerless swordsman, whether it was dusty or cold, he could not hide Huai Zhi'an's edge and demeanor.

In the wind and snow that suddenly appeared, the cold snow flocculent was crystal clear, almost as cold as a sword peak.

Then Huai Zhi'an handed out the second sword, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, out of the dust and outstanding, like an immortal in the dust.

Suddenly, the green water lake seemed to have turned into a sea of clouds on the ground, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains, and the sword immortals came from the west.

In the end, Huai Zhi'an handed out the third piece, there seemed to be a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, and the temperament of his whole body quietly changed at this moment, gentle but firm.

The white sword qi burned in vain, showing a momentum of burning the plain, along with the dead leaves swaying down between the heavens and the earth, all of them burned one after another, and this sword seemed to hook the sky and fall into endless flames.

When the three swords were swung, Huai Zhi'an seemed to wash away the lead, put the sword into the sheath, and stood by the lake, his breath was naturally peaceful, and he returned to the basics.

Huai Zhi'an stood still at first, then walked to the Green Water Lake, held a hand of water and sprinkled it on his face, looking at the face reflected on the lake, Huai Zhi'an smiled, and turned to look at the old man in the villa.

Looking at Huai Zhi'an, Xie Xiaofeng smiled with relief.

Because at this time, Huai Zhi'an, he could no longer see the shadow of anyone else.

Today's Huai Zhi'an is just Huai Zhi'an, and the sword cultivates Huai Zhi'an!

"Congratulations, you've finally found your way." Xie Xiaofeng sighed sincerely.

"Thanks to the help of my seniors!"

At this time, Huai Zhi'an's state of mind was as tranquil as a green water lake, but his gratitude to Xie Xiaofeng was not a lot.

Huai Zhi'an respectfully gave Xie Xiaofeng a sword salute, preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts, and now although he and Xie Xiaofeng have no master-apprentice status, they have the reality of master and apprentice.

In other words, Ximen Fuxue, Ye Gucheng, and Xie Xiaofeng are all his sword masters.

Xie Xiaofeng's smile was like a warm sun: "This is my promise to you, no need to thank you, you can let me see the sword scenery that I have never seen in this life, it is the best reward." ”

The posture of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect, as well as the realm where Huai Zhi'an is now, he also faintly touched it.

It's a pity that his life is nearing the end, and there is no chance left.

"Senior, is it the sword from before?"

Huai Zhi'an saw the faint light in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes that was about to go out, and couldn't help but call out.

"Hmm." Xie Xiaofeng nodded. "Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword is indeed a magic sword that should not exist in this world, this sword only brings destruction and death, destroying the enemy, and cutting himself, he is aware of this, so he swings this sword towards himself. ”

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were stunned: "At the beginning of the competition, if he really swung this sword, it would definitely be me who died." ”

"Later, based on his first fourteen swords, plus the experience of personally facing this sword, I finally deduced this fifteenth sword."

"I didn't intend to have this sword reappear in the world, but after meeting you, I realized that this sword seems to have his belonging."

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Huai Zhi'an with a serious gaze: "This world can't carry this sword, but your world can, the swordsman of this world will die if he swings this sword, but you won't." ”

This is a sword representing "death", so Xie Xiaofeng, who wielded this sword, has not much longevity, and will also come to an end at this time.

Huai Zhi'an's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Don't be sad, people live for a lifetime, plants and trees for an autumn, birth, old age, sickness and death, the common sense of heaven, but all the earthly world can be corrupted, only the way of the sword is immortal, and the inheritance of the fire is endless." Xie Xiaofeng said with a smile.

"Finally, there's one more thing to trouble you."

The old man slowly crouched down and lay down beside the grave of his deceased wife.

Looking up at the blue and clear sky, the old man's breathing gradually weakened, and the weak Huai Zhi'an could no longer hear it.

The dashing swordsman who was known as the sword god, known as the emperor of the sword, and witnessed his life, finally ended in front of Huai Zhi'an's eyes.

The entire Cuiyun Peak is quieter, and there is a new tomb in the villa.

"Well, then, it's time to leave."

When Huai Zhi'an felt the force that pushed him out of the world, he realized that it was time for him to leave this place.

The darkness once again flooded Huai Zhi'an's sight, and the entire Cuiyun Peak only left the cry of geese.

The grass and trees are withered, and the geese return to the south.