Looking at the old man with a solemn face, Han Chen touched his nose, he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so big. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly his face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky in the distance.

At the same time, the other warriors in the attic also sensed it, turned their heads, and looked at the sky in the distance.

Recite!!

Qingyue's sword chant resounded between heaven and earth, like a whisper, but it was extremely penetrating and went straight to people's hearts.

"What an amazing sword intent!"

A fine light flashed in Han Chen's eyes, and he looked far away, only to see that at the end of the sky, a snow-white figure approached, the speed seemed not fast, but it was impossible to capture, after a few breaths, before people could react, they had already appeared on the Taihu Lake.

Recite!!

At this moment, the sound of the sword groan between heaven and earth suddenly became high-pitched, under this sword groan, around Taihu Lake, countless warriors all changed color, and the sword weapons in their hands seemed to have spiritual wisdom at this time, trembling violently and humming.

"Not good!"

"My sword..."

One by one, exclamations rang out.

Choking...

The crisp sound of the sword unsheathed resounded endlessly, and a sword, out of the control of the warrior, came out of the sheath on its own, slashed through the void, and converged towards the white-clothed figure.

This scene was extremely shocking, as if there were thousands of bright meteors, crossing the sky, but not falling, but directly lingering and soaring around the white-clothed figure.

Buzz...

In the attic, the faces of those warriors who used swords changed drastically at this time, and the swords in their hands were the same, uncontrolled. I want to break free from the scabbard and gather the past.

Even Han Chen's Red Dragon and Mo Han Twin Swords were trembling violently at this time, only the Emperor Blood Sword didn't care about the slightest move.

"Humph!"

Looking at the white-clothed figure, Han Chen's eyes were cold. The sharp sword intent was released, and with a 'snort', the void in front of the attic directly cracked a pitch-black spatial crack.

A strong wind stirred up, blowing Han Chen's clothes into a hunting sound, but the swords of everyone in the attic had calmed down.

"Thank you, little brother!"

"Thank you very much!"

All the warriors breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all looked at Han Chen with a face full of gratitude.

For sword cultivation. The sword is dignity and life, if even their own sword is taken away by them, then what face is there to talk about the sword.

Han Chen's action can be said to have preserved their dignity.

Han Chen didn't speak, his gaze was firmly fixed on the Taihu Lake, the young man who was haunted by ten thousand swords, as if he was undergoing worship.

The young man looks handsome. Dressed in white, the snow is out of the dust. Holding a simple sheathed long sword in his left hand, his right hand behind him, the waves of Taihu Lake under his feet, the ripples are light, and there is no breath on his body, but it attracts ten thousand swords to gather. Lingering and dancing, such a scene makes people's hearts tremble.

"Senior Mu, is he the Sword Prince?" A hint of brilliance flashed in Han Chen's eyes, the Eighth Prince. All talents are vertical, but there is no one so far, and now this sword boy has appeared, but he is indeed worthy of his name, and he deserves to be called amazing.

"Well, he is the sword boy of the Divine Sword Villa, he is twenty-seven years old this year, he is a cultivator, but he has reached the realm of the middle stage of the four-star Sword Venerable, which is terrifying!" Hearing Han Chen's words, Mu Haishan on the side nodded and said.

"Among the Eight Great Princes, what is his strength?" Han Chen turned his head to look at Mu Haishan and asked.

"I don't know this, the Eight Great Princes are not from a sect, but these eight people have a good relationship, and people give them a name, and the eight people don't have any rankings among each other, maybe they have all had a discussion in private, but outsiders don't know!" Mu Haishan shook his head and said.

Han Chen nodded, if he knew that this sword boy was ranked among the eight princes, he could also roughly estimate the strength of the other seven people, but now it seems that there is no way.

"Presumptuous!"

"The old man's sword, come back!"

At this time, the sound of angry shouts sounded from other places around Taihu Lake, and then I saw one figure after another, rushing out and heading towards the sword boy.

This is someone who was robbed of his sword and couldn't help but shoot!

"You can't even control your own sword, you also deserve to use a sword?" Above Taihu Lake, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Jian Gongzi's mouth.

Whew...

The sword light was dazzling, and among the thousands, a long sword pierced the void and rushed towards those warriors.

These are the swords of those warriors, but at this time, they are controlled by the sword boy and attack their original master, which is really ironic.

Those warriors roared angrily and reached out to grab their swords, but when the sword weapon was in their hands, their faces changed suddenly, and a terrifying sword aura burst out from the sword body, and they wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Poof, poof, poof...

In the midst of countless shocking gazes, these people with terrifying breaths, all of them were powerhouses who had stepped into the realm of Sword Venerable, but at this time, they were so unbearable, blood was thrown in the air, and they shot backwards.

"Terrifying strength!" a hint of solemnity appeared in Han Chen's eyes.

There were more than dozens of martial artists who shot just now, most of them were two-star sword venerables, and even three-star sword venerables, there were quite a few, such a strong lineup, but they couldn't even get close to the body of this sword boy, and even the other party didn't even pull out the sword, but the sword intent was released, so that all these people retreated.

"His sword intent has transcended the realm of perfection, and he is about to achieve his sword spirit!" At this time, Guiguzi's voice sounded in Han Chen's ears.

"Sword Spirit!" Han Chen's pupils shrank slightly.

The sword spirit, that is the level above the sword intent, with its own seven spirits, into the sword intent, to achieve a more powerful realm.

As for the sword spirit, it is the sword soul, which melts the three souls of heaven, earth and man, and in the sword spirit, the soul is one, giving the soul of the sword.

The sword soul, the intention moves, and it can cut the world!

"If you can achieve the Sword Spirit Realm, you can do the same!" Guiguzi's voice sounded again.

"Hmm!" Han Chen responded in his heart, and at the same time secretly thought to himself: "Seven Realms of Sword Spirit, I don't know how many realms of Sword Spirit I can achieve!"

People have three souls and seven spirits, as long as one of these seven spirits can fuse the sword intent, it can be regarded as the achievement of the sword spirit, and then in the fusion of one of the three souls, the sword soul can be achieved.

However, these seven spirits can actually be integrated into the sword intent to achieve the seven realms of sword spirit, but every time one is fused, it is extremely difficult, so few people choose to fuse all the seven spirits.

Even Han Chen himself was not sure that he would be able to fuse a few spirits!

On the Taihu Lake, at this time, the sword boy had already returned all the swords of many warriors, but that arrogant posture made many people's faces ugly, and they hated the root of their teeth. (To be continued.) )