In the empty mountains and forests, there was only the sound of gusts of wind blowing in the night, and the pine waves roared from afar, only to see the stars shining in the sky, like a bright pearl falling on a huge jade plate with black enamel.

The night wind blew, Han Zaixin's clothes fluttered, the hair bun on the top of his head was a little scattered, he swung his sword again and again, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, so that Han Zaixin was unaware, and even if it weren't for the long sword copying the trajectory of the fire of the five elements in heaven and earth again and again, it touched his mind and made him sober up, at this time he should still be waving his sword tirelessly again and again.

"This is the sword intent?" Han Zaixin looked at the long sword in his hand, and a huge flame rose above it, like a torch. The blazing flames were so hot that Han Zaixin could feel the burning breath on his face, but the hand holding the sword did not feel the slightest hot feeling, although the blazing flame was less than an inch away from his palm. But the slightest temperature has not been transmitted, which is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Sword intent is a kind of indescribable thing, if you understand it, you understand it, if you realize it, you can realize it, no one can help others understand it!" This is what Lu Qingxuan's old Taoist said when he taught Han Zaixin, Han Zaixin was not clear at the time, and Lu Qingxuan himself did not realize the sword intent. So Han Zaixin didn't take it too seriously.

But now that he has realized the sword intent himself, he finds that he can't tell others how he realized it, could it be that he realized it when he came out of the sword according to the trajectory of the rules of heaven and earth? Although Han Zaixin thought that this was the case, there was an uncertain thought in his heart denying this understanding. At this point, Han Zaixin himself didn't know why this was the case, but the next moment, he waved his sword casually and immediately knew why he had such an illusion.

The flames on the long sword were blazing, Han Zai's heart followed the sword, and the flames on the long sword were rounded by him at that moment, and he slashed directly forward, which was the most violent move in a knife technique, and it was also the most taboo thing in cultivating swordsmanship.

The so-called knife is domineering, and the sword is light. Most of the knife techniques are wide open and closed moves, because the knife is one-sided and sharp, which is suitable for slashing. And the back of the knife is heavy, and it can exert one hundred and two percent of its power with the help of potential energy when chopping down, but swordsmanship is another situation, because the sword body is light and thin, only the flexible use of the blade of the two-sided opening, the use of stabs, picks, sharpening and other tricks will not lose the light attribute of the long sword itself.

"Chop ......" Han Zaixin waved his hand, and suddenly the flames above the common one suddenly soared, and then formed a huge sword qi more than ten zhang long, this sword qi is so majestic, it is so thick, the long sword is only three feet, but the sword qi cut out is extremely large, directly forming a wall of fire. Then he rushed straight ahead, and the flames rose up, like a flaming dragon, tearing apart all the obstacles in front of him.

"Ah......h

However, the power of this sword was beyond his imagination, it was actually like the sword he fought to explode yesterday, it was extremely gorgeous, and the power of the explosion directly caused irreparable trauma to the mountains and forests in front of him. A forest of vibrant red pines that grew was leveled directly under this sword. A deep chasm was nearly a foot deep, connecting the mess in front of him with Han Zaixin.

"Sword intent, once comprehended, it is the difference between heaven and abyss, and it is the difference between cloud and mud. Every disciple of the Sword Sect who comprehends the sword intent is the peerless genius of the Sword Sect. A disciple who has not comprehended the sword intent can only become an elder or a deacon of the outer sect, no matter whether he was an inner disciple or a core disciple in the past, he cannot become a high-ranking person in power within the Sword Sect at all! So if you want to become a human master, then comprehend the sword intent!" Lu Qingxuan also said this to Han Zaixin, just as a motivating word, he never thought that his disciple would comprehend this kind of sword cultivation during the Qi cultivation period.

"It turns out that after the sword intent is comprehended, it will be integrated into all of its own actions, no wonder it ......" Han Zaixin savored carefully.

The flames, the scorching heat stings the burns, but they also bring warmth...... What is a flame? Is it violent? Is it an explosion that burns the heavens and the earth? Or is it a lamp like a bean illuminating everything? Han Zaixin pondered deeply, in his poor knowledge, the in-depth analysis of all things in heaven and earth is a profound proposition.

But at this moment, vague memories kept flashing in Han Zaixin's mind: in the distant flood and famine years, the human race was born, and Ru Mao drank blood. It was the ancestors of a generation of Suiren clan, who drilled wood to make fire, and gave birth to the most fundamental foundation of the civilization of the human race! Therefore, the flame is not just the kind of dynamic energy that burns all things as people see. There's something deeper waiting to be discovered...... That's – legacy!

"Passing on the torch!" Han Zai stood in a daze, looking at the burning red maple forest in the distance, the huge tree trunks were entangled in flames, and then made a crackling sound, burning very vigorously, a section of the burned tree trunk was slowly falling, and then fell to the side of another tree, the remaining flames on his body, little by little, and then ignited the tree that had not burned.

This touched Han Zaixin a lot, yes, the flame not only brings destruction, but also the kind of spread that is hidden in the deepest depths, the kind of spark that can also burn the prairie without giving up, the kind of obsession that will not give up burning as long as there is a trace of contact. At this moment, Han Zai felt it in his heart, and at this moment he knew that the flame was not only about burning everything, but also about the vitality contained in the deepest silence.

This is also the mystery of Phoenix Nirvana, do not give up, never give up, even in the most difficult moment, everything in the body has reached the point of exhaustion, or unswervingly believe, that kind of unwavering belief, this is the pride of the divine bird Phoenix, but also the flame of Nirvana contains a trace of pride, because only in the most critical moment will not waver people, will obtain the final fruits of victory.

So Han Zai realized it, but it was so subtle that he couldn't say anything to anyone, at that moment he felt that all the flames between heaven and earth were excited, and he believed that even if he jumped into the magma lava at this time, he would be unharmed, because fire was a part of him.

"Since it's because of the flames, then it's called the Flame Sword Intent!" Han Zaixin named himself for this sword intent.

At the same time, thousands of miles away from the Sword Sect, a mountain peak with gusting winds stood on the endless plain, and the mountain was full of white bones, as if the entire mountain peak was wrapped in it. At the foot of the mountain, there is an endless amount of land, but there is no plant growth, and some are just staggering figures, wandering unconsciously.

A gust of wind blew, with a terrible ghost howl, making people's hearts chill, this sound is not from the ears, but directly echoed in everyone's heart, it is so infiltrating, like a nightmare echoing in the deepest part of the heart, everyone who hears this strange cry, all of them will be covered in hair, unforgettable, and the vast majority of people will definitely die directly in a moment and a half after hearing this sound.

This is a spell that belongs to the Demon Sect, and the soul is wailing. This kind of spell is the most basic spell of the Demon Dao Sect, and every disciple of the Demon Sect will do it, because only by learning this spell can they avoid becoming the target of these wailing souls and becoming the replacement they are looking for.

Although it is only a basic spell, the foot of this mountain peak is an endless plain, and it would take half a month to cross from one side to the other if one rode a fast horse. You can see how vast this plain is. But this piece of apprentices is completely shrouded in this kind of calligraphy, and such a large-scale stroke is absolutely shocking.

This is one of the thirteen branches of the Demon Sect, the residence of the Ghost Hand Sect, and the foundation founded by the Great Elder of the Demon Sect today. Eight hundred years ago, on this plain, a mortal country was extremely prosperous, the country was rich and the people were strong, and countless mortals lived in this paradise on earth. But after the black mountain that stood on the top of the clouds fell from the sky, the land was cursed, and all the mortals died violently overnight, turning into immortal living dead, wandering aimlessly in this land.

No one knows what the name of this Demon Sect Great Elder is, but he knows that he is extremely bloodthirsty, and he has to drink blood every day, and it is the blood of a cultivator who has achieved cultivation, and he is used to cultivate the stunt Blood Demon Great Mudra that he became famous, so he is called the Blood Demon Ancestor. This mountain peak is his natal magic weapon, Moyun Peak. With the flesh and blood essence of the whole body of the 1,888 masters of the Xuanwu realm of the righteous path, as well as the foundation of the soul, it is only after sacrificing hundreds of millions of living beings that it will be completed.

And the plain where this mountain peak stands is his former hometown, which is his hometown. It's just that now it has become a famous Jedi in this small world, the Plains of Wailing. The implication is the place where endless souls wail, and even the soul cannot be reincarnated when they fall into it, only under the suppression of Namo Cloud Peak, they become the ghost servants of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

But at this time, on Moyun Peak, a roar that penetrated the sky resounded through the sky, and I saw a blood-colored brilliance rushing straight into the sky, tearing apart the endless leaden black clouds in the sky, turning into pieces of broken remnants.

"Sword Sect Child, I am inseparable from you!" A large blood-colored figure appeared in the sky, a blood cloud accompanied him, and the faces of endless unjust souls continued to emerge, distort, and then rolled to reveal endless painful and hideous expressions.