Minutes and seconds passed.

The outside of the Ming Sword Tower had been swallowed up by the night, and on the top of the tower, the young man in white was still standing in front of the sandalwood table, the light of the oil lamp swaying with the night wind leaking in through the cracks in the window, and the light was faint, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time.

The candlelight illuminated the young man's face, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright, and one of the villains kept swinging his sword.

Chen Changan saw the three thousand six hundred volumes of the Sword Pavilion's basic sword tricks from it, and also saw many other sword moves, and even some supernatural powers.

This villain seems to have an endless kendo inheritance hidden in his body.

If ordinary people see it, they are afraid that they will instantly fall into a frenzy, looking at it, their minds will unconsciously move with it, and the villain will take out the sword, feeling that he is also following the sword, releasing the sword qi, and also releasing it.

However, Chen Changan only looked at it for a while and came back to his senses, although this villain's sword moves were mysterious, he always felt a little mottled after he had learned more, and even doubted that the sword path he had practiced before affected the Dao heart.

"No, it can't go on like this!"

Chen Changan forced his mind to retract.

He closed his eyes and expelled the figure of the villain from his mind, and the wonderful power in the Mud Pill Palace quietly spread all over his body, gaining insight into the condition of his body, and at the same time calming down his somewhat chaotic heart.

I don't know if I don't observe, and I am immediately shocked when I observe.

I saw that in my body, the spiritual power that had been restored to a fairly large extent was almost exhausted.

When he just went to comprehend the villain's sword moves, he actually consumed so much spiritual power invisibly.

If you come back to your senses later, I'm afraid that the spiritual power in your body will be exhausted.

And if you continue to release the sword technique after the spiritual power is exhausted, doesn't that mean that you are going to damage the foundation?

Thinking of this, Chen Changan unconsciously felt a chill in his back.

Looking at the rice paper pressed on the sandalwood table in front of him, the villain on it had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a long sword.

The whole body of the long sword exudes a cyan light, and the word "Qinglian" is engraved on the hilt.

The blue light of the sword illuminated his face.

A fierce sword intent poured out from above the blade.

Chen Chang'an was shocked.

The sword in front of him gave him a wonderful feeling, just like when he was in Kunlun City with the Spring Rain Sword in his hand to slash the Red Sect killer.

Could it be that this is also a ninth-order holy weapon?

A burst of horror flashed in Chen Changan's eyes, and his right hand unconsciously raised and grabbed towards the Qing Feng.

He didn't notice that when his palm fell to Qingfeng, the black dog lying at his feet unconsciously raised his head and opened his eyes wide, looking at Chen Changan's figure, his eyes were full of expectation.

At the moment when the palm of the hand touched the blue edge.

A burst of extremely dazzling blue light burst out above the blade, instantly illuminating the entire tower floor.

"Failed?"

The black dog looked at the long sword in Chen Changan's hand and opened his mouth unconsciously.

Chen Changan only felt a shock in his arm, and then the flower dao seed on the other side of his body moved unconsciously, and the power of the dao seed surged towards the Qinglian Sword in his hand.

In the next second, his eyes went blank, and an old and hoarse voice came from his ears.

"Demon Dao cultivator, I didn't expect that there was a complete Demon Dao inheritance in Kyushu!"

When Chen Changan heard the voice in his ears clearly, he found that he was in a white space, and there was a green lotus in front of him, and there was a white-haired old man sitting on top of the green lotus, but for some reason he couldn't see his face clearly.

"You are?"

Chen Changan looked at him and asked with a frown.

The white-haired old man faced him and said, "This seat is just the sword spirit of the Qinglian Sword!"

"Sword Spirit!"

Chen Changan's eyes froze, "It is rumored that the spirit weapon cultivation is the standard only for artifacts, this Qinglian Sword should only be of the ninth order, how can there be a sword spirit?"

He felt a strong demonic aura and a strong demonic aura from all around.

This place is absolutely good, and the old man in front of him is definitely not good.

The white-haired old man smiled: "Haha, I didn't expect that your junior knows a lot, the Qinglian Sword is indeed an artifact, but it is an artifact of the past, when my master held this sword to the sky to fight, but the defeat caused this sword to suffer some injuries, so you only look like a ninth-order spiritual weapon." ”

Chen Changan nodded thoughtfully.

The owner of this sword spirit can't be the ancestor of the Beihai Sword Pavilion, right?

Just as he was thinking, the white-haired old man suddenly spoke, "Since you are a demon path cultivator, you are of the same origin as my master, and you voluntarily inherit my master's sword path and worship my master as a teacher?"

When Chen Changan heard this, he said without hesitation: "The younger generation already has a teacher, and I don't want to worship others as teachers anymore!"

He could feel that the owner of the Qinglian Sword should be an extremely powerful existence even if he was not the ancestor of the Beihai Sword Pavilion, and the inheritance of this existence must be extremely strong, but he still refused, naturally not all because of his cheap master Old Man Zhou, but more because he was Chen Chang'an, the Chen Changan who had been the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect in another world.

His martial arts inheritance is the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the kendo inheritance is the inheritance of the Beihai Sword Pavilion, and it is and will be in the future.

"Why?"

The white-haired old man's voice suddenly turned cold, and he asked, "Do you think that my master's inheritance is not as good as yours?"

Chen Changan's eyes swept lightly, and said: "The seniors are too worried, the kid doesn't feel that the inheritance in the Qinglian Sword is inferior to his own, but I have a heritage, so I naturally don't want to betray the master, and in the kid's opinion, whether the inheritance is strong or not is secondary, what should really be strong is the cultivator himself, when the practitioner is strong enough, his cultivation can be called inheritance!"

The white-haired old man was immediately silent when he heard this.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, would be able to see his cultivation so thoroughly.

"Even so, I don't force it, you look at a sword, if you don't feel moved after seeing it, you can turn around and leave!"

The white-haired old man's voice fell.

In the next second, Chen Changan only felt that the white space around him flashed, and it dissipated like a white mist, revealing a mountain peak and a starry river that didn't seem to be too far away.

A figure of a young man in a green robe appeared on the mountain peak.

He held a sword in his hand, which was the Qinglian Sword.

I saw that he gently raised his long sword, and then slashed towards the sky, and the cyan sword qi broke through the void, and he didn't know how many thousands of miles he swept out.

Bang!

A loud bang spread all over the world, and a star above the sky dome quietly shattered, turned into a meteorite meteor, fell to the ground, and smashed a huge pit on the ground, and the smoke and dust rolled out, covering the sky and the earth.

This scene is really like a legend.

Chen Changan was stunned, there is a record in the ancient books of the Heavenly Demon Sect that the great cultivators of the ancient times can hold the sun and the moon and pick the stars with one thought, ascend to the nine heavens and travel among the ethereal.

He thought that the ancient book was a bit exaggerated, but he didn't expect to see a similar scene today.

A sword slashes down the stars beyond the sky.

Is this really something that can be done by manpower?

"If you accept the inheritance of your master, one day you will be like your master, slashing the stars with a sword and despising the world!"

The voice of the old man in white sounded in Chen Changan's ears.

Chen Changan was slightly stunned, and had to admit that this was really tempting.

He fell into thoughts, such as why he should cultivate, such as what is the end of his cultivation, is it immortality, or is it to dominate the world, or is it just to achieve the Great Dao?

After a long time, he came up with his own answer.

I practice just to follow my wishes, to be able to calm things when I see injustices, and to protect those around me when they are hurt, not only to become stronger, to live forever, but also to seek the Tao, all of which are not contrary to harmony.

"I think even if I don't accept the inheritance, I can slash the stars in the future!"

Chen Changan looked at the sky not far away and said seriously.

His words fell, and a sigh came from his ears, and then the sky in front of him slowly faded, and everything disappeared.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a piece of rice paper with a cyan sword drawn on it, and the dim light from the oil lamp illuminated it, as if it had all been illusory at first.

Chen Changan's eyes froze, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

He knew that the sword was real, but to those who rejected it, it was fake.

He withdrew his gaze and swept to the side of the black dog who had stood up at some point, and said, "Can I go?"

The black dog heard Chen Changan's voice before turning around, the dark dog's eyes flashed with a complicated light, it looked at Chen Changan, and said: "Have you really thought about it, leave here, this peerless sword will have no fate with you, it may have to lie in this cold sword tower for a hundred years, or even a thousand years, you can bear to let it be dusty?"

It naturally knew what decision Chen Changan had just made.

Rejected the inheritance of the Qinglian Sword.

A hundred years ago, the kid surnamed Zhou didn't hold the Qinglian Sword at all, so he didn't know how strong the inheritance of the Qinglian Sword was, so he left, but Chen Changan had already grasped it and already knew the strength of the Qinglian Sword inheritance, but he still refused.

It seems that the result of the two people seems to be the same, but isn't the kid in front of you much stronger when you think about it?

Chen Changan's eyes moved slightly, and said: "The seniors are too worried, the Sword Pavilion is full of talents, I believe that this sword will not stay here for too long, and it will soon be taken away, and the sword will shine in Kyushu!"

The black dog looked at the smile on Chen Changan's face and turned around directly.

It understood what Chen Changan meant.

"Let's go, go out through the wooden door, and you're ready to go!"

As he spoke, an illusory wooden door appeared on one side out of thin air.

Chen Changan stepped forward and stepped into it, but when his steps fell, it was a soft grass.

He took two steps and looked back, where there was a wooden door, only the long corridor he saw when he entered, there were two rusty bronze doors in front of him, the dilapidated sandalwood desk on the side of the bronze door was also there, the faint oil lamp on the desk was also there, and the lazy black dog at the corner of the table was also lying on his stomach, as if everything was the same as when he came, except for the darkness outside.

Chen Changan didn't know that when his figure appeared in the corridor, the light outside the entire sword tower was extinguished at the same time.

He walked towards the outside of the tower gate, and secretly touched the back of his head, he was so engrossed in this Ming Sword Tower that he forgot to break into the first floor, but it should have been the end, otherwise he couldn't leave.

Thinking in his heart, he walked out of the tower gate of the Ming Sword Tower.

The two bronze doors then closed, and on the stone tablet outside the door, the three words Chen Changan quietly appeared in the first line.

Chen Changan didn't have time to look at it, thinking about how the big competition of the Sword Pavilion was going even if he had been delayed for so much time.

His figure flashed, and a sword qi broke through the air and swept towards the battle platform not far away.