There was a red flame of light burning on the tip of the long sword, and the scorching temperature that was about to burn all things in heaven and earth came out of the sword, and the clothes on Han Zaixin's body were scorched at this moment, but his hand holding the sword was as calm as a mountain. There was not the slightest tremor, no hesitation.

The long sword broke through the air, and in an instant, it directly hit the attacking Chilian long sword, the two long swords collided directly, the Great Sun True Flame burned with incomparable scorching heat, and the Chilian long sword exuded a cold that would freeze the soul. A cyclone like a comet hitting the earth appeared beside Han Zaixin at this moment.

"Ho......" The muscles on Han Zaixin's arms were knotted and bulging, and the muscle fibers were like steel wires, stirring together. Bursting out with the most powerful physical strength, the tip of the long sword pressed against the tip of the Red Lian Spirit Sword.

The flames began to burn, making a sneering sound. It was like a red-hot iron bar falling into a bucket of ice water, a white mist rose, and the force of the impact erupted directly in all directions, shattering Han Zaixin's already scorched clothes, revealing his sturdy upper body, and the muscles were mottled with blood, although there were no scars, but they showed a kind of tragedy.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? The swordsmanship of the Sword Sect has actually developed to such a point? An ordinary Qi cultivation stage disciple, even if it is Tianjiao, will definitely not be able to stop the Chilian Long Sword!"

"Sword ...... Kill, or protect?" Han Zaixin made a hoarse voice at this time, and he asked himself again, asking his heart clearly in this tragic battle. This is a journey to realize the sword, and the questions he has in his heart, he hopes to find answers at this moment.

"Swords, they are only born for killing, there is no sword that is not stained with blood, and there is no swordsmanship that is not for killing enemies! So, the swordsman is also a murder weapon!" Han Zaixin muttered to himself.

"However, the person who holds the sword has his own ethics and bottom line, for the protection of his heart, he can hold the sword, indulge in killing, but he is just a slave of the sword! It is for the sword slave, not the sword! There is something in the heart that needs to be guarded, in order to be meaningful!" The eyes were hollow and glowing with colorful light, and Han Zaixin gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart at this time what he wanted to protect.

"So, what am I going to protect, and why am I holding a sword?" one question was answered, but another one emerged.

"Why bother with so much? The sword is to drink blood, only endless blood can forge a peerless divine sword! Just like Chi Lian, he drank the blood of the deity and was contaminated with the demonic nature of the deity, so that he could become the strongest spiritual soldier under the nine swords of the Sword Sect!" The blood-colored figure said loudly, hoping to lead Han Zaixin astray.

"Huh...... The sword wants to drink blood, but how can the person who holds the sword fall into killing?" Han Zaixin's eyes were full of light at this moment, sticking to his heart. His mind revealed his father's rickety figure, an ordinary man, but he used his actions to carve a deep imprint in his son's heart. As an ordinary farmer, he managed only a few acres of dry land, he had never entered the school, he had not learned the way of a saint, and he did not have great strength. But he has the highest character, although he is only the most ordinary member of the crowd, but he insists on the bottom line as a human being: insist on having a clear conscience, do not do things that violate conscience, he does not have much merit in his life, but he has never done anything that hurts nature and reason!

Therefore, the impression left in Han Zaixin's heart is that his father is like a high mountain, supporting his small childhood home!

"As a person, not only himself, as a monk, I don't know that it is for longevity, whether it is the most ordinary mortal or the power of a monk standing at the pinnacle, they all need to have a bottom line to make themselves, beyond the bottom line, they can only become a slave of desire, no longer a person, but a demon!" Han Zaixin stood up and straightened his spine. Although what he remembered his father doing was only insignificant, it was nothing more than laying two stepping stones on the side of the road and lifting up the crops that had fallen to the ground! These things were just his usual actions, but they revealed the simple truth he wanted to teach his son to be a human being: as a person, you can't hurt others, and when you have the ability to help others, try to help them as much as possible!

This is the simplest kind of exposure to the ears and eyes, so that Han Zaixin's young heart planted a seed, at this moment began to take root, one day it will grow into a towering tree, become Han Zaixin's guiding light all the way to practice! No matter what the rest of the people think, but he is so self-explanatory, just like his father helped others when he was a child, but he was misunderstood, but next time he will still do the same thing.

"Huh...... Forget it, what is it to argue with your junior? Kill you, it's a hundred, the Sword Sect is just a little interest, wait, when I resume my cultivation, you will feel frightened What kind of happy feeling will it be!" Under the manipulation of the blood shadow, the Chilian long sword was like a meteor, like lightning, and stabbed directly towards Han Zaixin again and again.

The long sword in Han Zaixin's hand was glowing with red sword light, and the bright white brilliance attracted the scorching sun of the great sun, and in the high sun under the sky, he faced this peerless spirit soldier! The spirit soldier has a spirit, dodging again and again, but although Han Zaixin's speed is not fast, it is like a divine help, and every time under the most subtle turn, he blocks Chi Lian in front of him.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, setting off a storm, and the torn air was like a sharp blade, piercing everything around it. Blood marks began to appear on Han Zaixin's body, and blood flowed from his slashed body, but his face was quiet.

"No sorrow, no joy, no thoughts, no desires!Empty as a secluded forest, lonely as a dead tree!" Seeing Han Zaixin's state at this time, the blood shadow was suddenly surprised again, such a state is the most ethereal realm of the whole person, and everything will be dealt with in the most intuitive and concise way. To defeat a monk under such a realm is the most troublesome, and it is also at the moment when the blood shadow has just broken through the seal.

At this time, the blood shadow was the weakest, he was surrounded and suppressed by the Sword Sect and the rest of the sects countless years ago, and then his body was beheaded and his remnant soul was sealed. After thousands of years of shock, he rushed out of the cage with a weak divine thought. He had just encountered such a little monster when he encountered the Chilian Sword with his own essence and blood, which really gave him a bit of a headache.

"Fight quickly, otherwise if the group of old immortals of the Sword Sect come, they will really not be able to leave!" Blood Shadow made a decision in his heart, as a top Demon Dao giant, he was also extremely decisive.

Suddenly, the Chilian long sword turned around in an instant, appeared directly beside him, and then stabbed at the huge blood egg, and suddenly the shadow in the blood egg became clear, and gradually broke away from the transparent appearance, and had a sense of substance. At the same time, there was a swallowing sound of 'clatter, clatter' from the blood egg.

"The blood light on the Chilian Long Sword has faded!" The disciples of the Sword Sect have been paying attention, although they have to withdraw from the battle between Han Zaixin and the Blood Shadow, but they still noticed the change for the first time, the blood eggs have become more vivid, and at the same time, the Red Lian Long Sword is retreating from its crimson color. The whole long sword was really twisting and struggling like a snake. But in vain, he could not escape the fate of being devoured.

"Sword intent soaring into the sky!" Han Zaixin's state at this time was the most miraculous, everything was so directly revealed in his mind, he knew what he should do at this time, and at the same time, he carried out those actions according to the ideas in his mind as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, the red light on the long sword surged brightly. The bright white sword light dimmed, completely hidden in the sword body. Only the red brilliance completely enveloped the sword body. A sword swung out, bursting out with an intense red glow that blinded everyone temporarily.

This sword light is so scorching, with a supreme yang and rigid power, it is the same as the red brilliance emitted by the previous Chilian long sword, but it is completely different from the power attribute of thought. The red brilliance emitted by the Chilian long sword was silent and cold. However, the sword light emitted by Han Zaixin was huge, and the sword light directly ignited the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and the leaves flying in the air also turned into ashes in mid-air. A scorched black ravine appeared on the ground when Han Zaixin's long sword was swung!

The red sword light, as powerful as ten thousand horses galloping, and the scorching breath ignited the air, shooting directly towards the blood shadow. 、

Han Zaixin, who had the long sword in his hand, stood in place, this sword was the true essence of his whole body, and it was also the strongest power of his most powerful hole card sword intent to burst out in an instant!

But what Han Zaixin didn't expect was that when he swung this sword, in his body, in the Mud Pill Palace in the center of his eyebrows, the soul deity that had always been dark and cold and indifferent flashed a bright yellow flame light in his eyes at this time! This bright yellow brilliance shot out directly from the center of his eyebrows, and then disappeared in Han Zaixin's body, converging into that red sword light.

"Sword Intent...... How is it possible? A thing like an ant in the Qi cultivation period actually comprehended the sword intent?" Blood Shadow exclaimed, although he was surprised by Han Zaixin's strength before, he was not as shocked as he was at this time, because this was sword intent, not sword power.

A sword cultivator, at first, can only master swordsmanship and practice swordsmanship step by step. When the swordsmanship is perfected and beyond the perfection, it is the sword momentum, and the swordsmanship is used to attract the general trend of heaven and earth.

Above the sword momentum is the sword intent, with its own will, its own swordsmanship, is an extension of its own will, not limited to the general trend between heaven and earth, to make up for the defect that the corresponding vitality of the sword momentum can not exert a strong power. But at least you have to be above the True Martial Realm to be qualified to explore this realm!