Zhao Zhuo was under tremendous pressure, unable to extricate himself, and couldn't help but look at Chen Lin not far in front of him, but his eyes were very confused.

Fear, hope, despair, remorse and other emotions change rapidly.

“......”

Chen Lin watched quietly, he was covered with bloodstains, and before he completely dried up, he slipped down the corner of his clothes and fell to the ground, quickly blurring, like a cold plum blooming.

However, the land has long been soaked with blood and turned muddy.

The bloody gas in the air is even more intense.

Chen Lin was in the middle of it, with a murderous aura, like a demon god crawling out of the blood pool hell, and when he looked at it from a distance, he had a feeling that he was going to be killed immediately.

So much so that the members of the Blood Sword Army consciously or unintentionally avoided colliding with his eyes.

During this time, not only the members of the Blood Sword Army have withstood the grind, but even Chen Lin has also made significant progress.

In his body, he lost the innocence of a young man, and was replaced by a calm, heavy, and profound taste.

At the critical moment, not only Zhao Zhuo, but also the eyes of other members of the Blood Sword Army were also focused on Chen Lin, faintly hoping that he would do something.

But they are doomed to disappointment.

Chen Lin held his sword and silently stared at Zhao Zhuo, the last person in the first batch of Blood Sword Army who had attacked the realm of sword masters, and after a long time, he spoke: "The way of sword cultivation is also the way of killing, the moment of life and death... If you can't even break this pressure, then what sword cultivation is there to do?"

"If I were you, I would have returned to my hometown a long time ago, kept my name incognito, and never mentioned the word sword again, maybe I would be able to keep my life safe..."

These words were so ruthless that even the other members of the Blood Sword Army felt harsh when they heard it, not to mention Zhao Zhuo, whose face immediately turned red, like a pig's liver, extremely ugly.

Chen Lin didn't think the blow was enough, and said again: "You can be selected into the Blood Sword Army, proving that your strength is not a problem... I can also see that your accumulation is enough, and there is only one opportunity left, and that is to defeat your demons, but it is also the most difficult thing..."

"My inner demon ......" Zhao Zhuo whispered repeatedly, his eyes were blank, but his mind flashed through his past experiences.

He was born in a sword cultivation family, and his father was also a famous swordsman, nicknamed the Flower Swordsman, but overnight, he was picked off by the enemy and became a waster, and the family has since fallen.

Since then, his father has pinned all his hopes on him, from a loving father to a strict father, beating and scolding at every turn.

He cried and resented.

However, when he inadvertently saw his father trample on and insult people who he had not looked down on in the past in order to buy him a good sword, he cried bitterly, and from then on he did not need to be supervised, and practiced spontaneously and consciously.

Because he tried so hard, he even fainted in the snow, so that his father, who had always been strict, began to persuade him to pay more attention to rest.

Zhao Zhuo didn't listen, but practiced more and more.

There is always a reward for paying, at a young age, he is already a famous genius boy sword cultivator in his hometown, but unfortunately, if he wants to worship a famous teacher, it is difficult to go further.

Therefore, when he learned that the Ancient Sword Mansion had fallen and became famous, promoted the royal family, and provoked the Hundred Sword Pavilion, regardless of the danger, he resolutely came to learn the arts, and with his own talent, he joined the Ancient Sword Mansion very smoothly.

He is full of longing, cultivating peerless swordsmanship, obtaining a peerless sword, stepping into the realm of a sword master and a great sword master, and making every move, he has great divine might.

Go back to your hometown, see your parents, and punish your enemies...

Avenge his father, revive the family, and then marry a wife, pass on the lineage, and carry the family forward.

When Zhao Zhuo Zhengzhi was complacent, he suddenly realized that this qiē was just an imagination, and the real situation was that he was stuck in front of life and death, and he could not be promoted to the realm of a sword master.

Thinking of the hopelessness of cultivation, the lack of revenge, the hopelessness of reviving the family, and the despair of his parents, Zhao Zhuo burst into tears, raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, he looked directly at Chen Lin, and said decisively: "Fuzun, even if I die, I will defeat the demons in my heart." ”

"The children can be taught..."Chen Lin praised: "Since you are not even afraid of death, then what else can stump you?"

"Thank you, Fu Zun for mentioning it..."Zhao Zhuo's face was full of gratitude, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, his confidence was restored, and his spirit was flying, as if he had changed a person.

"Good..."

He Junwei applauded, as Zhao Zhuo's captain, he could clearly sense Zhao Zhuo's changes, and he was sincerely happy for him.

"Don't be too anxious, if you don't work today, you will do it tomorrow, and if you don't work tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, there will always be a time for success. ”

The other members of the Blood Sword Army also said: "Hard work will lead to success, Zhao Zhuo, our Blood Sword Army, life and death are one, everyone believes in you..."

"Believe in yourself, believe in the swordsmanship that Fuzun taught me..."

"Don't be afraid of failure, every failure is an important time to accumulate experience, as long as your experience is not lost, you will turn defeat into victory..."

......

For a time, the valley was filled with all kinds of encouraging sounds, like thunder, for a long time.

Of course, it is not that no one is annoyed and dissatisfied, thinking that Zhao Zhuo has delayed their development, but it is not the mainstream.

"Thank you, thank you..." Zhao Zhuo was moved, but forcibly killed this affection, as well as the thoughts of revenge, the worry about his family, and so on, all of which were cut off, leaving only the belief of becoming stronger.

His aura changed dramatically, and all his impetuousness and eagerness for quick success were gone, and he became as peaceful as a deep pool.

He began to attack the barrier of life and death, challenging the realm of swordsmen...

The members of the Blood Sword Army around him immediately became silent, staring at Zhao Zhuo tightly, even more nervous than when they broke through.

Zhao Zhuo was unaware, completely immersed in his own world, and his breath became more and more pure and condensed, giving people the feeling that it was like a long sword that had been cast a long time ago, and finally opened its blade today, and its edge was immediately revealed.

Rumble...

He suddenly opened his eyes, shouted, swung his sword and slashed out, and a narrow sword mark appeared in the air, and it took two breaths before it gradually faded.

Traces of the Way of the Sword...

A sign of successful promotion to the realm of a sword master...

As Chen Lin said, Zhao Zhuo's accumulation has long been enough, and there is only one opportunity left, and now he has cut off the demons in his heart, found that opportunity, and completed the breakthrough on the spot as a matter of course.

"Sword Master... Swordsman..."

"Zhao Zhuo, I knew you could succeed. ”

"Great, in this way, all the old members of the Blood Sword Army have been promoted to the realm of sword masters, and they can practice the third sword in the Thirteen Blood Swords..."

......

The crowd was completely boiling and cheering.

Chen Lin is also very happy, with Zhao Zhuo's breakthrough, the Blood Sword Army will truly become an army...

Based on 800 sword masters, a sword formation is formed, and even if you encounter a master at the level of a great sword master head-on, you can fight in one battle...

One step closer to his goal.

Taking advantage of the great opportunity, Chen Lin announced: "Go back to the mine base, and I will teach you the third sword..."

"Thank you..."

All the members of the Blood Sword Army roared wildly, and their voices vibrated together, forming a joint force, which was conveyed more than ten miles away before gradually weakening.

The entire valley was even more shaken, and there were countless demon beasts that fled when they heard the wind, like lost dogs.

......

The base of the red silver mine is in the very center, which was originally overgrown with weeds and piles of rocks, but at this time it has been deliberately bulldozed to build an incomparably huge square, which is usually used to stack ores.

On this day, it was temporarily requisitioned by Chen Lin, and there were thousands of members of the Blood Sword Army, neatly arranged in the center of the square, all of them were as tall as pines, and their breath was cold, giving people a sense of unshakability.

Not far from the periphery, the martial arts veterans and several veterans were watching, and they felt the most direct and real feelings, and they were shocked in their hearts: "Chen Lin is really a good method, he really trained the Blood Sword Army..."

"In a short period of time, there are more than 600 people, all of whom have been promoted to the realm of sword masters... This, this scene, I'm afraid that the big sects like the Sichuan Sword Sect and the Hundred Sword Pavilion haven't appeared many times, right?"

They were all like this, not to mention the ordinary disciples of the Ancient Sword Mansion, they were simply shocked, and all kinds of thoughts such as envy, jealousy, and remorse came one after another: "I knew this was the case, I had been practicing hard before, and I had to join the Blood Sword Army no matter what..."

Fortunately, it's not too late, the Blood Sword Army has already recruited the second batch of members, and there will definitely be a third and fourth in the future...... Their gaze became eager.

Meanwhile.

Chen Lin had already begun to teach the third sword to the old members of the Eight Hundred Blood Sword Army.

"Blood into the womb..."

As the name suggests, this third sword is the essence blood that dissolves itself in true qi and begins to refine into the sword fetus.

Once successful, the sword tire will be at least two times or even three times stronger than the sword tire of the same level sword master...

Niu Yongwang, He Junwei, Zhao Zhuo and other old members of the Blood Sword Army heard it clearly, and their breathing suddenly became extremely short.

Three times, it can be three times stronger than a master in the same realm, such an exercise is too strong...

However, it is to their liking.

They opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears for fear of missing a word.

“...... If you understand it, you will start to practice the third sword, and if you don't understand something, come to me..."After Chen Lin finished speaking, he sat on the ground on the side, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Niu Yongwang, He Junwei and others couldn't wait for a long time, and they didn't want to delay for a moment, so they immediately started to practice.

For a while, the blood was permeated, the sword qi was surging, and it was extremely lively.

Around them, there were new members of the Blood Sword Army who were guarding with swords, full of envy, but unable to practice the third sword.

Because according to Chen Lin's regulations, the second batch of new members must all reach the sword master before they can practice the third sword.

And even if Chen Lin made an exception and agreed, they were not in the sword master realm, and they would not be able to cultivate at all if they had not condensed into a sword fetus.

In the next few days, it was rare for the Chaotic Yin Mountain to regain calm, except that the Red Silver Ore Base became extremely lively, and it was full of members of the Blood Sword Army who had become obsessed with cultivation.

The good times didn't last long, and after Chen Lin saw that Niu Yongwang, He Junwei and others had already practiced the third sword roughly, he led them again and entered the Chaoyin Mountain to hunt demon beasts and practice swordsmanship in actual combat.

The Blood Sword Army is like this, practicing, hunting, and becoming incomparably powerful in the process of continuous circulation...

......

I don't know how many days have passed, and the people who went back to the mine base came back with supplies, and suddenly told Chen Lin that the Gujian Mansion sent someone to find him urgently.

"Fuzun, this is a letter to you..."

As he spoke, the man respectfully handed over the white envelope.

Chen Lin opened the letter, checked it, and was shocked, as if he didn't expect it at all, and checked it carefully several times before he finally confirmed it, and muttered to himself: "It turned out to be ...... She ?... "R405."