At this time, in the deepest part of the Sword Tomb, there was an uninhabited land, desolate and lonely, with nothing but a sword. An extremely powerful figure opened his eyes. He looked at Wang Chen's figure, "Interesting", and then
Slowly closed his eyes.
Gu Qianqian also felt this person's prying eyes, and noticed that the other party made no movement, and she was relieved. Although she felt detached, she could not do anything to the other person. After all, she was still too weak. If she had been alive, this kind of resentful spirit would have given way to
She was not even qualified to take action, but now she was frightened. Gu Qianqian suddenly felt aggrieved. She sighed and looked at Wang Chen, "Little guy, I have placed all my hopes on you. How can you
Can’t let me down”.
At this time, Wang Chen's whole body was shrouded in sword intent. He understood the sword intent of many predecessors, including the overbearing sword intent, the sword intent that could compete with anyone, the skillful and skillful sword intent, the ability to kill all enemies, and the sword intent to kill everyone.
Constant sword intent...
Wang Chen fell silent. He was intoxicated in the sea of sword intention, comprehending everything. He remembered the enlightenment technique of the ancestor of the Sword King Sect. He had read it many times. At this moment, facing these sword intentions, he finally understood a little bit.
At one point, he sighed, feeling how stupid he was for not breaking through the realm of meaning for so long.
At this moment, his sword intention surged. He understood why he had been unable to break through before. He did not understand the sword in his hand at all, and he had no idea what the true sword intention was. At this moment, Wang Chen looked at the Original Heart Sword in his hand.
He thought of his mother, Fan Liyue, and his father, Wang Tianyi, why he wanted to practice swordsmanship. On the road to revenge, he would kill all his enemies. If he faced those who hindered him, he would kill them with one sword and let them know where the sword was headed!
My sword is also a sword of protection. Before, Wang Chen's mind was closed by hatred, he went to a dead end, and fell into a daze. At this moment, he understood that not only did he want revenge, but he also used his hands to take everything he cherished around him.
He has to protect his grandfather Wang Mingxuan, his uncles and aunts who have treated him like his own son since childhood, Wang Zixuan, who has many burdens like him, and his lover Xia Menghe. He must protect them with the sword in his hand!
At this time, the swords around Wang Chen trembled, as if they felt Wang Chen's sword intention and understood Wang Chen's determination. At this moment, it seemed that Wang Chen was the king of swords, and his determination inspired thousands of people in the sword tomb.
Sword's response.
Thousands of Bingjian were constantly rotating around Wang Chen. Wang Chen felt their happiness. At this moment, Wang Chen re-examined himself. He saw a lot more clearly and understood a lot. He threw the Original Heart Sword into the air.
, and suddenly the Chuxin Sword also trembled, spinning around Wang Chen, cheering happily like a child.
At this time, Wang Chen felt quite calm, as if everything was just letting nature take its course. However, only Wang Chen understood how dangerous it was just now. He almost fell into a demonic state, and his heart was blinded by revenge. In such a state of mind, he could not understand the meaning of the sword.
, Fortunately, he thought of his grandfather, Wang Zixuan, and Xia Menghe before he came to his senses.
Wang Chen felt his cultivation of swordsmanship. At this moment, he finally entered the realm of the first level of swordsmanship, the realm of swordsmanship.
His strength also skyrocketed. Wang Chen released his sword intention, and any sword strike was like a third-level martial skill. Wang Chen also smiled, obviously quite satisfied.
Gu Qianqian was also overjoyed and a little surprised at this time. The latter obviously did not expect Wang Chen to break through so quickly, and immediately said, "Go and feel the king's artistic conception. Not everyone can understand this. Although
I don’t know why he is in such a place, but it is said that those who can understand the king’s artistic conception are born kings, the best among their peers, and the strong ones who can lead an era.” Gu Qianqian was also a little curious about whether Wang Chen could succeed.
Wang Chen was also surprised. It seemed that he had underestimated this artistic conception, and it was probably not that easy to comprehend. As Wang Chen continued to approach, the small sword on the seat began to shake, as if to warn Wang Chen not to come over again. Wang Chen also
Ignoring it, there were constant observers around the seat. The entire seat seemed to be made of gold. The whole seat was golden and the armrests were in the shape of two dragons. Wang Chen was also surprised. Who made it? It was so luxurious.
Wang Chen no longer hesitated. He placed his right hand on the dragon's head. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and Wang Chen was instantly pulled into a fantasy world.
Wang Chen opened his eyes. A man was holding a sword, but the opponent was a crowd of tens of thousands. Wang Chen looked at the man. Even though his soul power surged, it was still blurry. An aura broke out from this man, facing him.
Facing tens of thousands of people, he faced them directly without any fear.
At this moment, he can only be described as a king. With one man and one sword, he killed ten thousand people on the opposite side and was defeated. On the other hand, the aura of this person was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was born to fight, but the opponent became more and more sluggish.
Feeling depressed, Wang Chen understood.
"Is this the artistic conception of a king? My strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the opponent is indeed gradually getting weaker. One person can defeat ten thousand people. It is really terrifying!" Wang Chen couldn't help but feel dumb. At this moment, he was stunned when he looked at this scene.
I don’t know what to say, this kind of visual impact is too scary.
Wang Chen kept watching this group of people fighting. The opponent had been defeated and had retreated. He saw this man. With a wave of his sword, he actually chose to continue the pursuit. He kept roaring, as if he was not happy at all, "You are not
Do you want to fight? Then today I will tell you what a true king is! I want to fight! I want to fight until there is no one before in this world! There will be no one after me! Mention my name! Everyone will be frightened when they hear it, hahahaha."
Wang Chen's blood boiled with excitement when he heard this. He fought to the point where no one has ever done it before and no one will come after him. How arrogant. Is this the spirit of a king? It is really charming. Wang Chen also yearns for it. This is called a true strong man. There is nothing he dares to do in his heart.
Fight the enemy!
At this time, the battle has ended, and the aura of the king is still hanging on the city wall. Wang Chen has no idea where to start at this time, because he is an outsider after all, and except for his eyes, he cannot move at all.
Just when Wang Chen was at a loss, the man suddenly turned around, looked at Wang Chen, and then smiled, "Little guy, what do you think after watching it for so long?"
Wang Chen felt as if he was struck by lightning at this moment. Isn't this an illusion? This person is talking to him. What kind of strength is this? Wang Chen quickly calmed down.
"By the way, you can't speak." He then pulled him towards him and came to a hilltop. He snapped his fingers, and Wang Chen suddenly found that he could move.
He looked at the person in front of him, not knowing what to say. The latter looked at him at a loss and laughed, "Little guy, don't be cautious. I haven't been here for nearly ten thousand years. It's really lonely."
, his face was suddenly full of loneliness, Wang Chen was extremely surprised, ten thousand years! It has been so long.
Wang Chen asked cautiously, "Who is the senior? Why are you in this illusion?"
The man nodded, looked at the sky, as if thinking about something, then smiled, and then looked at Wang Chen, "I haven't mentioned my name for many years, I almost forgot it, and I don't know if the world will still remember it.
Remember me." He looked sad, then shook his head.
"Little guy, your ability to enter here proves your talent, and also proves that you and I are destined. As long as you pass the test, I will hand over all my life's learning to you. I have been waiting for too long, too long.
By the time I have forgotten the time..."
Wang Chen was very happy when he heard the first words. After all, this was the artistic conception of the legend. But when he heard the next words, he was also inexplicably sad. Being alone here for thousands of years, what kind of inhuman torture is this?
Just as Wang Chen was about to say something, the man interrupted him. He stood up and turned his back to Wang Chen. He didn't know what he was thinking, and then he slowly spoke,