Bell Bell ......

Nearly a dozen lightsabers struck directly on the Purple Qi East Pull Sword, and the huge force made Ye Haoran's body fly backwards like a cannonball. Then, ten lightsabers struck him directly along his shoulders, on both sides of his waist, and on both legs.

Although Ye Haoran's whole body was already red and gold at this time, and the spirit weapon could not hurt his body, the sharpness of these lightsabers actually cut through his gentleman's clothes and skin in an instant, and strands of blood splashed out.

The remaining dozens of lightsabers shot into the ground, and immediately a deafening explosion rang out.

At this time, Ye Haoran's body was shocked by qi and blood, and at the same time that he was knocked away by the light sword, he also used this power to quickly rush towards the Sword Heart Lake.

The tiger-shaped sword spirit saw that he had failed to strike a blow, so he was annoyed and angry, and after a roaring tiger roar, he turned into a translucent giant sword and flew towards Ye Haoran at an extremely fast speed.

The speed of this flying sword made Ye Haoran startled, and then he directly summoned the Wind Leopard, holding himself into a Wind Storm and continuing to flee.

But the flying sword also directly increased its speed at the first moment, so fast that it ignited the surrounding air friction, and the speed of the wind leopard could not be compared to it, and it was chased up at the first time.

Ye Haoran looked at the giant lake wave less than a mile away from him, and then turned to look at the giant flying sword less than ten meters away from him, and he shouted: "Fight!"

Then Ye Haoran quickly put away the wind leopard, and where he landed, the bronze ancient disk had already appeared in his hand.

Seeing that the big self was hitting the flying sword like an ant in front of him, Ye Haoran held the bronze ancient plate in front of him with both hands, aimed at the tip of the flying sword and stood in place, but in addition to his arms with all his strength, his feet were three feet off the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the flying sword "banged" and collided with the bronze ancient disk. At the same time as the sparks were flying, Ye Haoran held the bronze ancient disk, and the huge power was transmitted into his body, causing his arms to break in an instant, and cracks also appeared in his internal organs, and he couldn't help but spurt out several mouthfuls of blood.

At the same time, Ye Haoran's body was directly smashed out of the distance of 400 meters like a cannonball, and it was only 100 meters away from where the Sword Heart Lake was located.

Seeing that the flying sword was still coming, Ye Haoran got up and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood again, and was about to continue to move forward, in his opinion, as long as he jumped into the sword heart lake, this tiger-shaped sword spirit would have nothing to do with himself.

But then Ye Haoran found that his Yuan Spirit power could not be mobilized, and although the surrounding Yuan Spirit Qi was strong, he could not absorb the slightest. This made Ye Haoran feel bad.

But just when he turned to look, he found that the flying sword also stayed not far from him, and then turned into the hundred-zhang white tiger, looked up at the sky-high sword inserted in the sword heart lake, and actually showed a trace of fear and wailed a few times, and then turned around and turned back step by step, and left very reluctantly.

At this time, although Ye Haoran spurted a few mouthfuls of blood again, and his face became pale, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Immediately after that, he mobilized the Rejuvenation Yuan to connect his broken arm, and after temporarily stabilizing the injuries of his internal organs, he picked up the bronze ancient disk that had been shot down to the side.

But just as Ye Haoran got up, a very old-looking palm slapped his shoulder from behind him.

Ye Haoran was terrified by this, clenched his fists and was about to turn around and strike, but then he found that the scenery of the place where he was suddenly transformed, and his body was also shrinking and changing at this moment. He became a ten-year-old boy in a gray robe, not tall, and emaciated.

And the scenery in front of him at this time was not the sword mountains of the ancient sword tomb, but changed into a very ordinary courtyard.

Ye Haoran, who was incarnated as a ten-year-old boy, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this courtyard, and then couldn't help but shed tears. This is the place where he has lived for a long time, and it is also the place where he started to embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

The familiar stone tables and stone benches in the courtyard, Ye Haoran seemed to see the scene of himself and Senior Brother Hong eating together again, as well as those ordinary and dilapidated houses, which were where he and his master Han Jian lived.

At this time, a few fragrant peach blossom petals fell from Ye Haoran's body, which made him can't help but look at the place where the peach blossoms fell, only to see that under the peach tree, there was only Senior Brother Hong's grave and tombstone, but there was no tomb and tombstone of his own master, Han Jian.

This made Ye Haoran stunned for a moment, and then he felt the warmth from his shoulder, at this moment, Ye Haoran looked at the broad palm on his shoulder, although he looked very old, but he was very familiar.

For this reason, Ye Haoran slid down with tears on his face, slowly turned around, and looked at the person behind him.

I saw that this person was a fairy-like Taoist priest, with a thin sword behind him, silver hair, a wrinkled face, and a half-white beard on his chest, which was the person Ye Haoran was most in awe... Han Jian.

At this time, Ye Haoran looked at Han Jian with a kind smile on his face, his eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled and said, "Teacher... Fu...."

Han Jian smiled, raised his hand and touched Ye Haoran's head and said, "Hao'er, why are you crying, are those outer disciples bullying you again?"

At this time, although Ye Haoran knew that these must be illusions, he did not hesitate to cooperate. I saw him wipe his eyes with his little hands, and said with an innocent smile: "No, I just haven't seen my master for a long time, so I just miss it a little!"

Han Jian smiled with relief, then took out a long sword and handed it to Ye Haoran and said, "Hao'er, it's been almost two years since you went up the mountain with me, and the teacher didn't give you anything, so this sword will be given to you!"

After Ye Haoran took the long sword and looked at it, tears appeared in his eyes again, this sword was the "Haoshi Sword" that his master bought with some remaining low-level spirit stones.

Today, Ye Haoran didn't expect that he could still see this sword, as if everything he had experienced was a dream, and now he just woke up.

Afterwards, I saw Han Jian patting Ye Haoran on the shoulder and said, "Cultivation should be gradual, and blindly meditating and cultivating may not be a good thing." I have nothing to do today, would you like to accompany my master and me to the river under the Purple Sword Peak to fish?"

When Ye Haoran heard this, he showed a smile on his face, nodded and said, "Hmm!"

Then Han Jian stroked his half-white beard with a smile, took Ye Haoran's little hand, and walked to the door, the figures of the two people, one old and one young, gradually faded away, and the conversation between them could still be vaguely heard.

"Hao'er, talent is nothing, as long as you are willing to work hard, you may not be weaker than other disciples, cultivation is the heart, if the heart is not strong, no matter how good the talent is, it will only be in vain!"

"Knowing the master, the apprentice will not give up......"