Hidden Blade

Xu Han frowned and opened his eyes. Looking at the old man beside him, he asked in bewilderment, "why?"

Wang Yangming's face was also dignified. He looked up and down at Xu Han as if he were looking at a strange thing.

"I have poured the fierce sword spirit from Jianling into your body. Even if you are a Kendo idiot, as long as you can bear the sword spirit, you can still form the prototype of the sword spirit."

"Why can't you?" Wang Yangming seemed to be inquiring and muttering to himself.

Xu Han shrugged his shoulders. He thought about the two days of sitting quietly in Jianling, but he had no choice but to admit the fact: "maybe I'm not even an idiot in kendo."

At that time, Wang Yangming put his hand on his shoulder, and suddenly the sword idea poured into Xu Han's body. Xu Han couldn't react as well as he could, so he could only let the sword go into his body. After Bai Xi's scene, Wang Yangming frowned and took back his hand, as well as the sword meaning that wandered in Xu Han's body.

"Do you see anything Xu Han asked.

"There is a strong and incomparable will in your body, which makes it impossible for your mind to become a spirit." Wang Yangming said in a deep voice, but surprisingly did not ask what Xu Han's will was.

And Xu Han was surprisingly calm about this answer. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "it seems that the disciple can't be condensed into a sword spirit. He really has a negative influence on the master's teachings."

Wang Yangming was staring at Xu Han with his turbid eyes. He murmured to himself, "no, it can."

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in the sand field outside Jianling, the killing continues.

The sword sense that shrouded in the sand field was diffuse, and it was almost condensed into substance. That's what those dead swordsmen and swords send out. They are just like ghosts who died in a terrible way, crying and shouting.

"Master..." Xu Han listened to Wang Yangming's words, and his pupils in his eyes suddenly enlarged. At the moment, the ferocious old man gave Xu Han a chill in his heart. Suddenly, he was not sure whether the old man in front of him was the kind old man in the mouth of the sea and ink dust.

The swordsmen are still dead, but the old man is still motionless.

However, after counting the rest, the old man's hand suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it toward the void. Meng Liang, Qin Keqing and even xuan'er and AO Wu, who were fighting in the battlefield, were all there. Under his grip, they could not help but fly to Xu Han's side, and then a sword fell down. At that time, there was a sword array around them, which trapped them firmly.

Meng Liang, who had fallen a vicious dog and ate excrement, stood up from the ground. He looked at Wang Yangming and asked, "old man, what are you going to do?"

Instead of answering this question, the old man said to himself, "these 36000 sword spirits absorb the sword spirit from the tomb day and night, and the power contained in it is incomparable. At this moment, all the sword spirits are killed in battle. The sword spirit comes from the sword spirit, which contains the spirit. I infuse the sword spirit into your two bodies by the secret method. You can condense the sword spirit by using the sword spirit To break through the shackles of heaven and earth and ascend to the fairyland

"What?" Meng Liang Wen Yan's face changed.

Meanwhile, Xu Han's anger rose in his eyes. He remembered the conversation he had with Wang Yangming in the depths of Jianling. Then he asked, "are you doing this just to make me a sword spirit?"

In the face of two people's questions, Wang Yangming's face looked indifferent as usual: "only become immortal, you can hold the fierce sword."

His tone was so calm that it was hard to question his words. It was so calm that people almost ignored it. It was at the cost of tens of thousands of sword spirits' lives.

And the more so, the more Xu Han felt that the old man in front of him was so strange...

"what can I do for a fairy made of flesh and blood Xu Han's face was cold and his brow was calm.

Wang Yangming calmly responded to Xu Han's question: "the sword spirit is not a human being."

Xu Han's face suddenly changed when he said this. Although the sword spirit is not a real person, he has intelligence and even can talk with people. Can such existence really belittle his life and death because of the sentence "he is not a man"?

Xu Han couldn't accept such logic. He said, "so what?"

"Life and death do not matter to the sword spirit. You are not a sword spirit. You can never understand it. You just need to accept this gift quietly and be worthy of it." Wang Yangming said faintly.

"You are not a sword spirit, can you really understand that they don't care about their own life and death?" Xu Han's tone is a little bigger. Of course, he knows that this is not the best time for internal strife. However, after experiencing the change of Chang'an city's double birth method of dragon and snake, Xu Han is extremely disgusted with such a thing as judging the life and death of others by his own wishful thinking.

What's more, Wang Yangming wanted him to nourish himself with the sword spirit after his death, so as to enter the fairyland.

In Xu Han's opinion, what's the difference between such behavior and the ghost of cannibalism?

Thinking of the anger in Xu's eyes, he would say something more, but before he could speak, he was born again.He widened his eyes and looked at the old man, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. At that time, Wang Yangming's body suddenly began to disappear, and Xu Han saw it clearly. The old man, known as the world's first sword immortal, had no entity, and his body was formed by the condensation of the majestic sword meaning - he had no body, he was also a sword spirit!!!

At that moment, Xu Han's mind was turbulent, and his chest was like a heavy hammer.

"Sword spirit, sword, spirit."

"They and I, carrying the will of those who held the sword, have lived in Jianling for years and years. We are lonely, we are dusty, and we are thinking about the appearance of the swordsman."

"We live for them, but we can't die for them."

"We can only follow their will and guard the sword mausoleum and the fierce sword. For us, there is nothing more important than this. "

"If you accept this gift and protect the fierce sword, this is the best respect for the sword spirit."

As Wang Yangming said this, the sword meaning between heaven and earth began to flow. It seemed that one after another of the figures appeared behind him. They were male or female, old or young. They stood together as if heaven and man had come into the world. Their lips were smiling and their eyebrows were filled with peace.

They looked at Xu Han and Meng Liang as if they were looking at the swordsman.

So they opened their mouths, and their voices came together, like the whispers of saints, like the voice of heaven.

"I ordered you to cast your sword, and you bear my way."

"There is no end to this road. How can I be destroyed?"

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