"why are you laughing?"
Huan Xin looked at the old man in front of him and smiled. Although the smile was not malicious, it always made him feel very uncomfortable.
After hearing this, Han Jingcheng also smiled and shook his head, and then said: "I laughed that our first meeting was in this situation. It was a bit funny, so I laughed."
"Who are you?"
"It's useless to know me. I just came here to ask you a question."
Huan Xin felt strange for a moment. This mysterious old man who suddenly appeared didn't look like a bad guy. Did he enter his own meditation world just to ask a question?
"what is the problem?"
Han Jingcheng was silent for a moment, then slowly asked: "What is the strongest sword in the world?"
The strongest sword? Huan Xin also began to think in his heart, this question is actually easy to answer. Isn't the Cold Wave Sword in his hand the strongest? If it is not the combination of the purple and green swords, then neither of them is the Cold Wave Sword. Opponent?
But then I thought about it, is the Cold Wave Sword really the strongest at all times? I have seen Xuanyuan Sword Soul Calling the Heart. If Xuanyuan Divine Sword is still alive, then who will be the strongest sword in the world?
After thinking for a while, Huan Xin finally said: "I think the strongest thing should be the sword in my hand! I hold the cold wave in my hand, and the cold wave is the strongest. I hold the frost in my hand, and the frost sword is the strongest. I hold the branch in my hand, This branch is the strongest.”
Hearing Huan Xin's answer, Han Jingcheng was also quite surprised. He thought that this boy is worthy of being the chosen one, and he is indeed extraordinary. So Han Jingcheng asked with interest: "Oh, how should you understand this?"
Huan Xin said in a deep voice: "There is no one who is the strongest in the world, and the purpose of holding a sword must be to defeat my opponent. In this case, the sword in my hand is the strongest in my heart."
Han Jingcheng nodded. He felt that it was not a waste to pass on his sword power to this boy.
Han Jingcheng continued to ask: "What if I don't have a sword in my hand?"
Huan Xin only felt that this old man was very strange, and the question he asked was even more strange. If you don't have a sword, you don't need a sword. Since you have so many magical powers, you don't necessarily have to use a sword!
So Huan Xin said: "If you don't have a sword, you don't need a sword. You still have to rely on yourself for everything. You always place your hopes on others. It will be difficult for you to grow."
After hearing this, Han Jingcheng also felt that it made sense. He knew that Qi Huanxin was not a pure swordsman. He was also proficient in many of Beiming's supreme skills. Therefore, swordsmanship was the path he wanted to take, but it was not the only way.
Han Jingcheng thought for a while, and then said to Huan Xin: "In this world, as long as there is a sword in the heart, everything can be a sword, and everything can be a sword. If there is no sword in the heart, there will be no sword in the world, regardless of the opponent's hand. What kind of magical weapon are you holding? If you think it’s not a sword, then it’s not a sword!”
The old man's words kept echoing in Huan Xin's mind, and then a powerful sword light flashed through. Huan Xin's eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them. In his consciousness, he vaguely heard the old man say: "My sword intention, today I teach it to you, and I hope that one day you will achieve something in the way of swordsmanship and become better than your master!"
Huan Xin accepted the sword intention of this mysterious old man, and he felt that his perception of the sword was very different.
After trying the moves in his mind, he felt that with just one strike of his sword, he could split mountains and seas and destroy the world.
When Han Jingcheng left the world of mind-calling meditation, his body suddenly emitted a faint halo. He looked up at the sky and felt someone waving to him from above, so Han Jingcheng slowly flew up and flew towards the sky.
Everyone present also saw Han Jingcheng's ascension. The remaining three elders of the Xuanyuan family also had smiles on their faces, and they were still fighting the Demon Lord in a dark and dark way.
Han Jingcheng looked at this scene and felt helpless. This world had nothing to do with him anymore.
Han Jingcheng has completed his final mission in this world. At least he left his sword intention to Huan Xin, allowing Huan Xin to open up a new path in his world - the path of swords.
Huan Xin now has the Avenue of Sword and the Avenue of Fire. Many people may not be able to find the avenue that suits them all their lives, but Huan Xin is walking further and further on the road.
The three elders of Xuanyuan are still fighting desperately, and the Demon Lord, who is blind in one eye and has a broken arm, is also struggling hard. However, it is a bit of a dream just for these three people to destroy the Demon Lord.
However, the three members of the Xuanyuan family are still confident that they can survive until dawn tomorrow.
The war in Mobei is still going on, but the entire Xuanmen of China has also exploded. Foreign cultivators who came from unknown sources have swept away all the sects in China.
The Xuanyuan family had masters like Han Jingcheng in charge, so it was saved from destruction. Maoshan, Longhu and other major sects were not so lucky.
But as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how bad these big sects are, they are not easy to handle.
The group of people heading to Longhu Mountain included hundreds of people. Although there were hundreds of thousands of disciples in Longhu Mountain, there were only less than 2,000 left to guard the mountain gate.
These two thousand people were also ordinary disciples. With Chu Pingshan's full resistance, they also blocked the hundreds of cultivators from outside the mountain gate.
Jiang Yulin also fought against four Hedao cultivators alone in the battle, and finally died of exhaustion.
The death of Longhushan, the supreme elder, was also Longhushan's biggest loss. In the end, it was the corpse-raising faction that took action, and Longhushan avoided the tragedy of annihilating the family.
Pan Zhenting has made rapid progress as a cultivator in the past few years, and he originally wanted to follow Huan Xin to Mobei this time. After learning that Huan Xin recovered a head without bones, he also wanted to broaden his horizons.
But before leaving, a person came from their Corpse Raising Sect. After this person's words, Pan Zhenting also gave up his plan to go to Mobei, in order to protect the foundation of Jiangnan Dao Sect.
When Longhu Mountain was in trouble, Master Pan arrived just in time with Fu Shi. Fu Shi had been cultivating for many years and was no longer what he used to be, so he went on a killing spree in front of the gate of Longhu Mountain.
How could those foreign cultivators have ever seen such a thing as a zombie? A few foreign priests even took out crosses, only to be laid on their bodies and quartered into pieces, with not even a scrap left.
After the storm at Longhu Mountain was over, Chu Pingshan also thanked Master Pan, but Master Pan still had to rush to Maoshan, so the two of them didn't say a few words before Master Pan left with the corpse.
Seeing the seriously injured disciples inside the gate, Chu Pingshan quickly organized rescue and personally stood guard outside the gate to prevent further attacks.
On the Maoshan side, Li Yanfeng personally led the team. Although there were not a hundred people, the dozens of people who came were all masters with superb cultivation.
Nowadays, Li Yanfeng has also exchanged a shotgun for a cannon, and his strength is not what it used to be. He knows that Maoshan is coming out in full force this time, and most of the remaining disciples are in a state of concentration and out-of-body experience, so he is very confident in winning Maoshan Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace.
But is there really no master in Maoshan? Li Yanfeng still thought Maoshan was simple.
Although our group acted vigorously and killed dozens of Maoshan disciples along the way, when this group of people actually arrived in front of Maoshan Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, they discovered that Maoshan's heritage was not something that a ragtag group of them could shake.
In front of the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, two white-haired old men stood with hunched bodies in front of the door. The two old men were in their dying years, but they were both capable of overcoming tribulations.
These two Maoshan ancestors have been cultivating in the back mountains of Maoshan for hundreds of years. They retired from the world hundreds of years ago. Even the former head Wen Yuanfeng does not know their lives and deaths.
Although the two of them only had the cultivation level of the early stage of transcending the tribulation, their intimidating power was enough to make this group of foreign cultivators fearful.
When Li Yanfeng faced these two old men, he felt a little frightened. After all, he only had the cultivation level of the late Tongyin stage. How could he be the opponent of the cultivator of Overcoming Tribulation?
Li Yanfeng felt that the appearance of these two people must be an accident. After all, he had done nothing in these years and just collected information about Maoshan.
