The third thousand two hundred and two inch gray sword
Willpower is not innate. Although some people are born with stronger willpower, their strength is very limited.
A truly strong person learns experience from countless setbacks, so that his mind can gradually become stronger. The more setbacks he suffers, the stronger his mind will be.
Of course, there are also many people who give up or even give up on themselves because they cannot bear the temper of setbacks. Such people are those who are unlikely to achieve great things.
Han Sen has experienced countless hardships, countless times of life and death, successes and failures, and his soul has been tempered in crisis after crisis. Although it cannot be said that no one has a stronger will than him, but in the world can
There are very few things that shake his will.
Even though the illusion in the sword was stronger than Han Sen's will, it still could not completely succumb to Han Sen's willpower.
One person and one sword stood there in a stalemate, and the woman in Han Sen's mind kept repeating the sentence "I miss you every inch, I'm ashe". The powerful mental power continued to increase, but it still couldn't break Han Sen's willpower.
The sword's will is like the majestic sea and surging waves, while Han Sen's will is like a rock. Although the rock is small, the power of the sea and the waves cannot defeat it.
"Where did this sword come from? With such a terrifying will, can it be comparable to the master of the temple? This is just a sword." Han Sen was moved in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too much, just miserable.
Support and fight against the sword intent.
At this time, Han Sen was already riding a tiger. If he had the intention to retreat and wanted to let go of the bronze sword, he would immediately be taken advantage of by the sword, and he would only lose faster. Therefore, Han Sen could only
Continue, there is no option to exit.
A heavy sound wave impacted Han Sen's will, making Han Sen feel as painful as being cut by an ice knife and burning with flames.
He knew very well that as long as he chose to surrender, this pain would disappear. He could avoid such pain by dancing a dance under the control of the artistic conception, but Han Sen was unwilling.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound produced by the illusion stopped. The woman looked at Han Sen in surprise, turned around, and disappeared.
Han Sen suddenly felt as if his whole body was exhausted. Although there was no real battle, this kind of mental confrontation was more draining of vitality than a real battle involving blood and flesh.
The sword light on the bronze sword had also subsided and returned to its original appearance. Han Sen stretched out his hand and pulled out the bronze sword from the ground.
The bronze sword didn't resist him, but it didn't obey Han Sen's will either, as if it had turned into a dead thing without spirituality.
"Han Sen pulled out the sword." Qin Bai felt happy, feeling that Han Sen was indeed much stronger than the Taifus. Even the Baili Taifus were treated badly by the sword, but Han Sen was able to pull it out.
, the judgment was immediately made.
Jia Sizhen and Baili Tianya also looked surprised, and stepped forward to congratulate him: "Mr. Han is indeed a man of heaven, even such a sword has to surrender to you."
Han Sen shook his head and said: "I just pulled it out, but I couldn't make it truly surrender. Although it belongs to me now, it will not obey my will. It is not much different from an ordinary useless sword."
difference."
"How could this happen?" Jia Sizhen and Baili Tianya both looked puzzled.
Han Sen tried to control the flight of the bronze sword, but the bronze sword was motionless. It was not as agile as the emerald sword or the diamond sword. It was just like a bronze sword.
While several people were studying by themselves, they suddenly felt that the surrounding space was violently fluctuating, and the weapons in the distance were making trembling sounds.
In the twisted void, a strange temple gradually emerged.
That temple was quite strange. The temple bricks were actually made of war hammers, the roof tiles were made of various swords and knives, the walls were lined with spears, and the ground of the square was made of shields.
The entire temple is made up of various weapons, like a huge and weird arsenal.
Jia Sizhen and Baili Tianya both changed their colors. There is only one possibility for the temple to appear here. It is the temple of Shenluanhui.
Han Sen stared and saw three words "Temple of War" written on the plaque of the strange temple.
Before anyone could take a closer look at the Weapon Temple, the temple door opened automatically, and a giant armor more than ten meters high came out.
Behind the giant armor, various weird weapons were arranged in a weapon wheel and suspended behind it, looking like the Buddha's light behind the Buddha.
Han Sen guessed that this man was the God of War in the God of War. Judging from the aura on his body, he was probably not inferior to the Beheaded Queen.
"Where did the Chaos Society find so many terrifying and powerful men?" Han Sen thought to himself.
In fact, Han Sen is not sure. Although there are many members of the Divine Chaos Society, there are not many real core members, and even fewer can get the temple.
In the entire Weapon Heaven, there is only one key member of the God of War, the God of War, who owns a temple. He is also one of the eight heavenly kings of the God of War and is responsible for controlling the Weapon Heaven.
"Who dares to use the Inch Gray Sword to seek death?" The God of War stared at Han Sen and asked coldly, his eyes flashing as if he could see through the void of the universe.
"So this sword is called Cun Hui. It should be named after that poem, right?" Han Sen suddenly realized.
A cold light bloomed in the eyes of the God of War. Without saying a word, he pulled out a big sword from the weapon wheel behind his back and slashed at Han Sen wildly.
The shocking sword light cut through the void, and it was in front of Han Sen in an instant, incredibly fast.
Han Sen held the Inch Gray Sword in his hand, so he simply used the sword instead of the sword. In one move, the canine teeth in the tooth sword were intertwined to meet the ten-meter-long sword slashed by the God of Weapons.
Click!
Han Sen didn't feel any force. The seemingly inconspicuous blade of the Inch Gray Sword actually cut the God of War's sword into several pieces like it was cutting tofu.
"This sword does not activate its power, but relying only on the sharpness of the blade, it can actually cut off a sacrificial weapon equivalent to a destructive god. This is a bit scary." Han Sen was extremely surprised.
It is really unimaginable how powerful this sword would be if its power was fully unleashed.
The God of War also changed his face slightly, looking at the Gray Sword in Han Sen's hand in horror. Although it was just a piece of armor and had no expression, the divine light shining in its eye holes clearly showed the fluctuations in its heart.
"Put down the Gray Sword, and I will spare your life." The God of War stared at Han Sen coldly and said.
Qin Bai shouted from the side: "What you said makes no sense. Your sword was cut off by Han Sen. You are the only one asking for mercy."
When the God of War heard this, he glared at Qin Bai, and Qin Bai was so frightened that he shrank behind Bao'er.
"This sword is not yours, why did you let me put it down?" Han Sen looked at the God of War and said.
"Forget it, desecrating the Inch Gray Sword is already a capital crime for you. I originally wanted to spare your life, but since you insist on seeking death, then go to hell." The God of War said, and the divine light bloomed all over his body, and the weapon wheel behind him