Stepping into the square cave wall, feeling the sword intent in it, there was a figure holding a sword in his hand on the cave wall in front of him, stabbing forward.

There was a roar in his mind, and with a stab, the void collapsed, and with a stab, the moon and the sun were broken.

A swordsman dressed in green clothes, holding a divine blade in his hand, in front of him was a huge mountain range, and under his sword, the mountains and rivers shattered.

Then there was another picture, still a man in Tsing Yi, holding a sword in his hand, and in front of him was the vast sea, with huge waves.

The waves are divided into two under one split, I don't know how far away, the whole natural enemy seems to be divided into two, too strong, strong can not be described in words.

On the wall are carved pictures, lifelike, each picture represents a kind of artistic conception, a kind of swordsmanship, some swordsmanship elegant, some swordsmanship domineering, some swordsmanship fast......

His body and mind were devoted to the carved stone wall, he felt the majestic sword intent, and his mind also followed the guidance of the sword intent to the ancient ......

In the other direction of the Ancient Sword Cave, here is an extremely dark space, and in front of the second senior brother is a sword, a divine sword with peerless sharpness.

When he was a child, he got the ancient sword trick by chance, and following the guidance of the sword trick, he found the sword, and his hand grabbed it towards the divine sword.

Yes!

He let out a scream as the hilt of his sword suddenly changed to a human head that seemed to be a grin, and he spat out his scarlet tongue and bit his arm into his hand.

With a wave of his hand, he cut off one of his arms and retreated to the rear, cold sweat flowing, he didn't expect that the divine sword was actually transformed by an evil thing.

"Whew!"

Just as he was standing still, the wind sounded behind him, and he instinctively dodged to the side, but the other party seemed to have expected it.

"Poof!"

Receiving a fierce attack, the second senior brother couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he also saw the face of the person who attacked him.

"It's you!"

The person who came was burly, with a broadsword on his back, and he looked very honest, but at this time, his face became cold.

"I can't think of it, my junior brother. ”

The senior brother had a playful smile on his face, who would have thought that he had always been a good old man, and he had changed so much that a sheep had become a big bad wolf.

"I really didn't expect it. ”

The second senior brother smiled miserably and said, "I only now understand that you are the one who hides the deepest, but I don't understand why you are doing this." ”

"Senior brother, you're still too stupid, I naturally want to be the head of the Edgeworth Gate, but I'm not like you who don't know how to forbear, and I'm arrogant with a little talent. ”

"Then why don't you show off your skills at the Sword Capture Conference? Since you are so easy to hide, your strength should be more than just showing it. ”

"You're not stupid, but doing so will inevitably offend the old guy, and if you can't bear it, you can wait, when you and that waste are dead, and the position of head is not in my pocket?"

The second senior brother's painting style changed and said: "Although I have been hit hard, you are sure that you will eat me?"

Senior Brother sneered: "I dare to make a move, I am completely ready, for the sake of your death, I will let you see my true strength!"

The original honest senior brother's whole face was full of black gas, and the sword on his back was held in his hand, and the resentful spirit on the sword appeared at this time.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

The second senior brother recognized the other party's sword at a glance, it was the eldest in the way of the sword, and sacrificed the sword soul with the blood of the living soul in exchange for powerful power.

"That's right, you're quite knowledgeable, and being able to die under this sword is your creation. ”

Pan Chen wandered in the world of swords, and his whole mind was constantly flowing with the knowledge of kendo, the culture of kendo, all the first-class sword tricks practiced over and over again, and the experience in fighting with outer disciples was being integrated.

fought with Lao Bai again and again, fell again and again, and stood up again and again, a full 9,000 times......

One sword, one thought, one thought, one sword.

His kendo realm is growing rapidly, his whole person seems to have turned into a sword, he is in the process of opening the seal, his light is gradually released, and when he is completely released, it will definitely shine on the heavens and the earth.

His mind moved with the sword, each style was an earth-shattering trick, and each style had an unpredictable power.

The picture changes, no longer earth-shattering, but plain, a young man sits on a bluestone, surrounded by the tide of the sea.

The young man wiped the sword in his hand with his hand, and his eyes were full of love, inch by inch, like stroking his lover's body, extra careful.

After wiping it, the young man put the sword on his legs, the sun shone on the sword, the water vapor gradually receded, and the sword body also had a certain amount of heat in the light.

The young man stood up, picked up the sword in his hand, and swung it, his movements were very gentle, neither fast nor slow, he did not seem to be dancing with a sword, but more like a dance, with a kind of beauty, or harmony.

Under his dance, the sea in the distance changed, and the tide beat with his dance, and made a sound with his rhythm.

The young man appeared in another place, a valley, in which there was a miserable valley, with severed limbs and broken arms, and the smell of dead bodies everywhere.

The young man's hand was still a sword, and in the valley he waved the sword in his hand, and under his sword, the surrounding scenery changed.

In the originally lifeless valley, under the withered weeds, young shoots are happily emerging, and the original dead air is all gone.

The withered stumps turn into powder and become a nutrient that nourishes the new seedlings and allows them to thrive.

The original rotten corpse disappeared under the rain and dew, as if the soul imprisoned in the body was liberated and returned to the nature of heaven and earth.

His sword was still dancing, and the land that had been lifeless had become a fertile land, and over time there were many plants, creatures, and even humans.

But his sword has not stopped, it is still dancing, there are more races, where there are people, there are disputes, and the world changes again.

In order to compete for resources, for the land, there was a fight between each other, the struggle became more and more intense, the casualties became more and more serious, under the collision of the two sides, a large area of the land was destroyed, and human beings kept dying.

The place became a barren land.

The figure of the swordsman in Tsing Yi disappeared, leaving only the broken arm and ruins in the ground, and everything seemed to have happened, with dead branches and leaves, and full of devastation.

The young man still sat on the bluestone, wiping the sword in his hand, looking very pityful, his eyes only had the sword, and the sword only reflected his shadow.

The sword is in the heart of the man, and the man is in the heart of the sword.