His pace slowed down, and the hand stroking the sword became gentle, like the most beloved person, a piece of sword theory flowed in his heart, and the sound of the sword echoed in his ears.

"What is he doing? Can't find the sword and are reluctant to leave?, or are you saying goodbye to the sword?" one of the disciples sneered.

"Yes, yes, if you can't find it, you can't find it, so what's the mystery?" another disciple chimed in.

"This level is called Ask Sword, where Ask Sword is, it is the people who are choosing the sword, and the sword is also choosing the person. His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

His hand touched a cold place, but at this time, he didn't feel the slightest cold, even very warm, he could feel the rhythm of the sword, the pulse of the sword.

"Is he crazy? Who doesn't know that the sword in the Sword Illusion cannot be taken away. The second senior brother said sarcastically to a tall and thin man in front of him.

"This is a law since ancient times, and it is the experience accumulated by our ancestors. ”

"Who does he think he is, to be able to surpass his predecessors?"

In the midst of all kinds of irony, his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly clenched, his soul went deep into the sword, blending with the sword, and now he was in a very magical state.

"What for? He wants to draw this sword?"

Even the three elders had a mocking look on their faces, because the sword of this place could never be brought out, and the founding patriarch said that this matter was too difficult.

However, his taunt stopped abruptly, because in the midst of all the attention, his hand was raised upward, and the sword in his hand was drawn with it.

"How is this possible?" the Third Elder stood up from his chair due to excessive agitation, and the certainty in his heart was shattered.

"This !!" the real person in charge of the sect was speechless with excitement, this is also amazing, even he can't do it.

"Boss, you are the best!" Zhao Qian shouted loudly, even happier than his own success.

"How is this possible?" The second senior brother, who had always been calm, opened his eyes wide, he didn't believe that anyone could really pull out the sword in the illusion.

Just because they can't do it doesn't mean that Pan Chen can't, he has an advantage that even a generation of ancestors doesn't have, he is a great Yan Dao body, the first physique of ancient times, and he is born in harmony with the Dao, so he can fit perfectly with this place.

The sword fluttered in his hand, the snowflakes in the sky were foiling, his figure was like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon, and between the sword qi swinging, the entire sword realm was trembling.

"This is kendo resonance!" said the second aunt in surprise.

In the legend, there is a kind of person who can merge people with swords and reach the realm of the unity of man and sword, and it is also the extreme realm of swords.

He only has a sword in his heart, he doesn't know anything about the outside world, he only has a sword in his hand, he just wants to wield the sword in his hand, there are no moves, he does whatever he wants, and he has abandoned the complicated sword moves, the sword of the heart.

His heart gradually understood: "We are all wrong, this place is not used to distinguish the sword at all, but to experience the heart, and those who enter it can only understand the true meaning of it when they come with the sword intent." ”

"It's not cold here", the moment his words came out, the original snowy situation began to change, and the snowflakes sprinkled on the ground, turned into water, and moistened in the ten thousand swords.

Absorbing the power of the water, the sword began to sprout, and the budding flower bones appeared on the hilt of the sword, and the place completely became a sea of flowers, and the cold land became warm and warm.

"How is this possible?" this is the question in the mind of the master, and it is the question of everyone.

"This is to break through the Sword Death Realm and reach the Sword Death Realm!"

Who said that the sword is a dead sword? Who said that the sword is a murderous soldier? Who said that the sword is cold? Today, he has shown the world a different swordsmanship, the sword is alive, the sword can kill and save people, and the heart of the sword is the heart of the people!

A fluttering figure danced a sword in the ten thousand flowers, with the natural charm of heaven and earth between gestures, after many disciples saw it, the realm of kendo began to break through, and even the head of the sect was quite touched.

"It turns out that the sword can still be like this!"

All the swords flew up, moving with him, forming a peerless sword dance, and the smell was drunk, the noise was gone, and some were just the comprehension of the sword.

Three hours have passed, but no one urges, let alone anxious, he slowly put away the sword in his hand, and inserted it back into its original position, and the sword shadow in the sky also returned to its original position, the sky is still snowing, his hand is still touching the cold hilt, as if everything has not changed at all.

"What's going on? Could it be that I'm dazzled?" a disciple rubbed his eyes to see if he had mistaken it.

"It's evil. The other disciple couldn't believe it either.

"No, no, my realm has improved. One of the disciples was surprised to find that his sword path had improved a bit, and the shackles that had been difficult to break through were broken.

He returned to the top of the sect with his hands behind his back, dressed in light blue clothes, with a warm smile, with the cuteness of the big boy next door.

"It's so handsome. ”

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost, you can't find ten swords and can only be eliminated. A discordant voice remembered, looking for prestige, it was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"Nangong is worry-free?"

"Didn't he disappear ten years ago?"

A disciple I didn't know asked, "Who is he, is he famous?"

The informed explanation next to him said: "Be quiet, this ruthless and very strong is said to be not even Senior Sister Ling Xia, more than ten years have passed, who knows how strong it is now." ”

The face of the master was very ugly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't defend it, because Pan Chen really didn't have a sword on the token on his waist, which meant that he was eliminated.

"Providence makes people. He could only sigh secretly.

"Oh?" Pan Chen glanced at him in surprise and asked, "I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

Nangong Wuwu straightened his waist and said confidently: "It's ...... below."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Pan Chen, and waved his hand impatiently and said, "Come on, you don't need to say it, I am not interested in knowing about a little miscellaneous fish." ”

Nangong Wuwu was angry: "You ......"

Pan Chen continued: "What are you doing? Not convinced? Let me ask you, did you get started earlier than me?"

Nangong Wuwu thought for a moment and said, "No." "He can't help it if he's not convinced.

"Is your identity as noble as mine? I am the son of the head of the family, one person is above ten thousand people, and I am the young sect master today. ”

"Nope. "Although he Nangong Wuwu is a personal disciple of the Great Elder, he is not a young sect master, and at present, when the young sect master has not been changed, the other party is still a young sect master.

"Are you older than me?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you have my popularity?" Nangong Wuwu is not in the sect, so he doesn't know him, he presses step by step, and doesn't give the other party a chance to breathe.

"Are you as handsome as me?"

"Nope. Nangong Wuwu was like a schoolboy who had done something wrong, he didn't expect the other party's words to be so sharp, and he had no power to resist when he suppressed it.