At this moment, the sudden riot of spiritual power even made Qi Mingchen feel the crisis of death.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped the soul power he had withdrawn around the first light in his eyebrows, controlling it into the Xuantie Sword.

He didn't know what the outcome would be, but it had come to this, and he had to gamble on it.

Just when the uncontrolled spiritual power attacked his soul, a golden light shone in it, and a magical scene appeared!

The original manic spiritual power was instantly suppressed like a mouse seeing a cat.

Under the guidance of the first light, the spiritual power was quickly controlled, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's amazing!" Qimo couldn't help but exclaim, "What a magical power!" ”

Qi Mingchen was still tired, he didn't say anything, this is to continue to push the soul power, controlling these spiritual powers to wrap the entire Xuantie Sword.

Soon, the Xuantie Sword stopped absorbing spiritual power.

Suddenly, he felt a blur around him, and his whole consciousness was taken to a strange place.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from behind him.

Turning his head, he saw that it was a little boy, who looked a little familiar, and after a closer look, he remembered that this person was the childhood of the previous Lord of the Sword King in the memories he had absorbed before.

"Are you here to play with me? But I want to practice swords, and my father won't let me go out to play, so you can go and play with someone else! ”

With that, the little boy took a sword about his height and began to swing it repeatedly.

The little boy who still looked immature just now, after holding the sword, his whole person's aura became different, focused and serious.

Qi Mingchen was attracted by the appearance of this child practicing swords, but soon he came back to his senses and began to observe his surroundings.

Where is this?

Why did you meet the previous Lord of the Sword King here?

Didn't he just raise the Xuantie Sword in the cultivation tower of the Sword Pavilion?

Momo, the ghost.

He called their names in his heart, but unfortunately no one answered.

The fog here is very thick, and you can vaguely see that it is a courtyard, and there is a crisp birdsong nearby, and you can smell the fragrance of the earth, and this is probably a mountain.

He looked at the boy on the side, if the previous Lord of the Sword King could talk to him when he was a child, then there were only a few possibilities.

Suppose this is an illusion, and this child is the remnant of the consciousness of the Lord of the Sword King, then now is the time to break through, and he is brought here, unable to contact the ghost and Qimo, or it may be because he is in a dream-like place.

Either he came to the past by himself, but it was almost impossible, so he quickly ruled out the possibility.

At present, he has not figured out what the situation is, so he can only start with the little boy in front of him.

Looking at the person in front of him concentrating on sword practice, he also felt a little itchy in his heart.

Although this is just a child, as the master of the sword king thousands of years ago, even if he is only a few years old, he can see a solid foundation and the wonderful rhythm of the sword.

At this time, he felt the weight on his back, touched his back, and felt the presence of the Xuantie Sword.

Did the Xuantie Sword come with him?

Kaimo, which can be bound to the Xuantie Sword, didn't come together, so this should be a place similar to the illusion.

He took out the Xuantie Sword and practiced with the little boy, and as he practiced, he felt the difference in this swordsmanship.

Obviously, it is just a simple action, but if you want to imitate it in place, the muscles of the whole body must be forced, and it is very difficult to really operate.

After practicing for a while, he found that the little boy had stopped at some point and was looking at him seriously.

Seeing this, he also stopped and put away his sword.

"Big brother, are you also a swordsman?" The little boy looked curious.

Swordsman? There is no such title among practitioners, but it is more like a mundane one.

The little boy was a man from a thousand years ago, and it was understandable that his name was different from what it is now, so he shook his head and said, "I'm not." ”

"Daddy said that the one who carries the sword on his back is not necessarily a swordsman, but the eight achievements who are alone and still carry the sword on their backs are!"

Qi Mingchen didn't quite understand this explanation, and it felt like that the swordsman's personality was mostly withdrawn?

Although he himself is withdrawn, it does not mean that he is lonely in practicing swords......

If he thought back to the people he was familiar with and were obsessed with swords, he seemed to be a little cold and withdrawn.

"Where's your daddy?" Qi Mingchen changed the subject.

"My dad went to kill someone." The little boy said extremely cruel words in a young and simple voice.

He was stunned for a moment, can he only say that he is worthy of being the master of the Sword King? It's already so special as a child.

"Do you practice swords at home?"

"Yes, my dad said that if he came back and I hadn't been promoted, he would stew me and eat it."

This should be a scare, right...... Qi Mingchen thought uncertainly.

"And what's your name?"

"Daddy said that you can't just tell others your name, you will be cooked and eaten."

"And what's your daddy's name?"

"Daddy said that you can't just tell others about the family, you will be fired."

“……”

How this child's character was raised, he now understands.

He secretly sighed and asked, "Just now you said that your father went to kill someone, is he also a swordsman?" ”

"My father can't be a swordsman, he's a cultivator."

After getting this answer, he thought about it for a while, the current information was very confusing, and he didn't know when he would be able to leave this environment.

As he left the confines of the house, the thick fog gradually lifted, and a ray of sunlight shone down, and a shocking sight came into view.

The clouds were shrouded in mist, the sky was filled with colorful streamers, and the cranes were flying, and the colors of each place here were so distinct and harmonious, like a painting, reflected in his sight.

At this point, he wondered if he was in a hallucination.

He tried to use his spiritual power, but found that all the power in his body disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary person.

But he always felt that his limbs were full of strength, even more powerful than when he had spiritual power, and the first light between his eyebrows could not be used, but the soul power could still be used.

The clothes on his body were still the same as the disciple uniform of the Sword Pavilion, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Big brother."

The little boy's voice sounded behind him, and he turned his head to find that he had chased after him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My father said that if you meet a friend you can trust, you can tell him your name, and if you do me a favor, I am willing to make friends with you."

"What's the busy?"

"Come with me to my daddy!"