Chen Hao's fingers touched the sword mark on the platform.

In an instant, the dazzling sword light shot out from the sword marks, completely submerging Chen Hao.

"Master!"

The old man with white hair was shocked. He saw Chen Hao's figure, and when he was submerged by the sword light, he disappeared little by little.

And at this time, Chen Hao's aura could not be sensed.

Could it be that Chen Hao was wiped out by sword marks like those creatures who tried to obtain Taibai sword intent in the past?

"Don't worry."

An Jiuge raised his hand and signaled the white-haired old man to be calm:

"Not only did my friend not die, I also got an opportunity!"

"Opportunity?"

The white-haired old man looked at the place where the sword light was shrouded:

"Mr. Chen got the legendary sword intent?"

An Jiuge laughed without saying anything.

Just at this moment, a crack appeared in the hemispherical area formed by the sword light.

Next is the second, third, and fourth...

There were more and more cracks, and finally, with a "boom", all the sword lights broke into light rain.

Chen Hao's figure appeared again!

Although Chen Hao is still wearing white clothes, he is unrestrained and unruly, he looks no different from before.

But the white-haired old man still found something strange in Chen Hao's eyes.

Compared to before, Chen Hao's eyes were deeper, and even he could not see through it.

The most terrifying thing is that not only can't see through Chen Hao, but when he stared at Chen Hao's eyes, he also felt that his seven souls and six spirits were falling towards the endless abyss.

Chen Hao's eyes were like galaxies, and like a demon abyss, which could not be stared at or guessed!

"My friend, how do you feel?"

An Jiuge came to Chen Hao with a smile.

"Taibai sword intent is worthy of its reputation."

Chen Hao expressed his truest feelings.

He met many swordsman masters along the way, and also discussed the true meaning of swordsmanship with ancient swordsmans.

But after experiencing Haoran's sword intent, Chen Hao realized how naive the sword he had seen and thought in the past was.

The power of Haoran's sword is so majestic, the sharp, and the high sword path. Even Chen Hao, who has reached the peak of the True Immortal, is still deeply shocked.

Although Chen Hao had just understood Haoran's sword intent, it only took less than half a stick of incense to finish, Chen Hao felt that the whole life had passed.

During that time, Chen Hao was like a naughty boy, who came to the foot of a high mountain and started climbing up from the bottom of the mountain, never stopping from the cold and heat to the cold and hot summer.

It was not until he turned from a young child to an old man with white hair that Chen Hao finally climbed up this mountain and finally fully understood Haoran's sword intent.

"Can you show it?"

An Jiuge bowed slightly, his posture was very low.

Chen Hao smiled casually and nodded happily.

Chen Hao stood on the high platform of the Poet Immortal, holding the life and death sword made of the source of Xuanhuang's mother's energy. His smile gradually calmed down, his expression gradually became serious, and he finally felt murderous intent.

Before the sword moved, a wind blew, blowing the corner of Chen Hao's clothes.

The moment Chen Hao's corner was blown up.

An Jiuge's pupils suddenly shrank, his hair stood up all over his body, and he subconsciously pulled the white-haired old man back a hundred steps.

The white-haired old man was sweating coldly at this moment, and his clothes on his back were wet with sweat.

He and An Jiuge are both powerful monks at the level of the Immortal Emperor.

But just now, he and An Jiuge were both cold all over his body, as if there were billions of sharp swords cutting their skin.

If they don’t retreat, they will have to lose their skin even if they don’t die!

"Scary! So terrifying!"

The white-haired old man wiped the fine cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Chen Hao's figure from afar:

"The sword has not yet been unsheathed and the sword force has not yet risen, so it has such power. If you really swing a sword, wouldn't the sky collapse and the earth break?"

Just finished speaking.

bass!

Accompanied by a sword roar.

The life and death sword in Chen Hao's hand has been unsheathed.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Hao stabbed out with a sword.

The sword is straight and straight forward, without any fancy things.

However, the sword is wild, like a rushing river and like a vast ocean!

hold head high!

Suddenly a dragon roared.

Immediately afterwards, two real dragons, one black and one white, grew behind Chen Hao.

The two real dragons entangled each other, kept climbing upwards, and finally flew to the nine heavens.

Then the sword in Chen Hao's hand surged ink light, like a rushing river, covering the world in an instant.

In just a blink of an eye, thousands of miles of worlds became a black and white ink painting!

At the same time, the two black and white real dragons above the sky roared and began to wander around in this ink painting.

One black and one white two real dragons are like two pens in the hands of the immortal Taibai, drawing mountains and rivers, painting beautiful worlds, and paintings with great righteousness.

"A little bit of great energy, a thousand miles of wind is so happy."

Chen Hao sang loudly.

Although this is not a poem written by Taibai, Chen Hao thinks it is appropriate to use it here.

"A little bit of great energy, a thousand miles of wind..."

An Jiuge and the white-haired old man both repeated this sentence, and their eyes became brighter.

Under the Immortal Poetry, the elite soldiers from Haoran Cave Heaven looked at the landscape paintings and the black and white real dragons. What echoed in his ears was Chen Hao's "A little bit of Haoran's energy, a thousand miles of happiness."

These elite soldiers couldn't help but think of An Jiuge summoning them to the Shixiantai and saying that Chen Hao wanted to inspect them, they were quite dissatisfied.

Although many of them have heard of Chen Hao’s deeds at the first level of the Emperor’s Road, as the saying goes, it’s a shame to hear, and if you have never seen Chen Hao’s strength with your own eyes, how could they be convinced by Chen Hao, a young junior?

Therefore, when they came to Shixiantai, they all knew it and silently sweared that they would meet Chen Hao later and would definitely squeeze Chen Hao well and make Chen Hao embarrassed.

Now when they thought back then, they all blushed and felt ashamed.

Chen Hao not only understood it, but also left the stunning sword intent left by the Taibai Immortal who has not been able to understand for 1,300 years.

He also demonstrated the sword intention to them, without any selfish thoughts.

Chen Hao's strength, talent, mood...

They are much better than them.

Even if Chen Hao is just a young junior.

But they were already convinced by Chen Hao.

suddenly.

The ink painting of the mountains and rivers collapsed.

The black and white real dragons are even more dispersed.

The calm and beauty that just now were broken.

A sharp divine sword suddenly appeared.

The magic sword fell in the sky, the sky cracked into two halves, and the earth cracked inch by inch.

Under the high platform, all the elites from Haoran Cave Heaven were unconscious.

"Little friend?"

"Mr. Chen?"

An Jiuge and the white-haired old man looked at Chen Hao without understanding.

Chen Hao took back the sword of life and death and explained:

"The sword I just now not only demonstrated Haoran's sword intent, but also allowed the elites of the cave to understand Haoran's sword intent."

"They seem to be in a coma now, but in fact, they have all entered the sword intent illusion. As for how much they can understand, it depends on their own fortune."

Upon hearing this, An Jiuge and the white-haired old man were very excited and hurriedly saluted Chen Hao:

"Thank you, my friend!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Hao helped the two of them up, waved his hand and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!