"Just consider it as the last few things I, a senior, can do."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and slowly walked towards the sword tomb.

The other party has already solved all his worries, so what reason does he have not to give it a try?

Waves of sharp sword energy came towards him, as if to tear Chen Yang into pieces.

Chen Yang did not dare to be careless, and quickly used his spiritual power to resist, while carefully observing every sword in the sword tomb.

These swords are of different shapes, some are long, some are short, some are wide, some are narrow. Some of the swords are covered with mottled rust, as if they have experienced endless years, while some of the swords are shining with cold light, as if they were just cast.

But without exception, every sword exudes a frightening sword aura, as if it could suddenly attack and injure people at any time.

Chen Yang moved carefully through the sword tomb, feeling pressure with every step.

Although these swords were just quietly stuck there, they gave him the feeling of facing thousands of troops, and even made him a little breathless.

"Is this the real sword tomb? It's truly extraordinary!"

Chen Yang sighed inwardly, and at the same time, he became more determined to comprehend the meaning of the sword.

Chen Yang calmed down and walked to a rusty iron sword.

This sword looks ordinary, but it exudes a faint sense of sadness.

He tried to touch it with his sword heart, and a chill that penetrated deep into his bones instantly invaded his whole body, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

"roll!"

Before Chen Yang could adapt, an old voice exploded in his mind.

"Boy, you don't understand swords at all!"

This voice was filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, as if it came from hell.

He calmed himself down and tried to feel the sword again. This time, he no longer pursued the so-called sword intent, but emptied himself and listened attentively to the story of the sword.

Gradually, he seemed to see a white-haired old man dancing with a sword alone in the sunset.

The old man had a hunched body, but his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every move was filled with an unstoppable determination.

"In my life, I only want to be defeated once!" The old man's voice echoed in Chen Yang's ears.

Chen Yang understood that the owner of this sword was a swordsman who pursued perfection. He had been looking for opponents all his life, eager to break through himself in battle, but in the end he died alone with endless regrets and unwillingness.

"Senior, I understand."

Chen Yang said silently in his heart.

“Kendo is not about blindly pursuing strength, but about finding your own path and striving for it your whole life.”

He opened his eyes, bowed deeply to the iron sword, and turned to walk towards the next sword.

However, the sword in the sword tomb did not seem to want to let him go easily.

"Boy, do you think you really know swords?"

"Are you qualified to talk about swordsmanship?"

"Get out! You're not welcome here!"

…

Sword intent filled with resentment rose into the sky and turned into sharp sword energy, attacking Chen Yang in an overwhelming manner.

Chen Yang did not dare to be careless. The spiritual energy in his hand circulated and turned into a long sword that was 80% similar to the Seven Absolute Swords, and he swung it to resist.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The sword energy collided with each other, making a deafening roar, and the entire sword tomb seemed to be about to collapse.

Relying on his superb swordsmanship, Chen Yang moved freely among the sword energy. Although surrounded by dangers, he was never hit.

"Hahaha, what a joy!"

Chen Yang laughed loudly, his eyes filled with excitement.

He found that the confrontation with these sword energies gave him a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

Every sword has its own story, and every sword has its own obsession. What he has to do is to feel them, understand them, and finally find his own sword path.

He began to try to face different swords with different mindsets.

Faced with those swords filled with murderous aura, he would stop killing with killing, fight violence with violence, and use his sharp sword skills to dissolve their attacks one by one.

Faced with those swords filled with resentment, he used softness to overcome hardness, stillness to control movement, and a peaceful attitude to influence them.

…

As time passed, Chen Yang continued to fight and gain insights in the sword tomb.

Chen Yang became more and more immersed in this peculiar battle perception. The sword intent in the sword tomb poured out like a storm, but it could not hurt him at all.

He is like a small boat in the sea, rising and falling in the stormy waves, but always standing steadily.

The more times Chen Yang clashed with these sword intentions, the more he felt their peculiarities.

Each sword intent is not static, but seems to have life, producing subtle fluctuations as his mood changes.

Once, Chen Yang faced a long sword that exuded a tyrannical aura. A burning desire to fight ignited in his heart, and the long sword in his hand was like a mad dragon emerging from the sea, unstoppable.

The brutal sword intent seemed to be infected and became even more violent, as if it wanted to tear the entire world apart.

Another time, when Chen Yang faced a short sword that exuded a desolate aura, a trace of compassion arose in his heart, and the long sword in his hand became gentle, as if he was comforting an injured old man.

The desolate sword intent seemed to have found resonance and became much softer, as if telling of endless sorrow.

"Could it be that these sword intentions can be guided?"

Chen Yang's heart moved, and a bold idea came to his mind.

He began to try to use his emotions to influence the sword intent and incorporate his own insights into it.

Facing a thin sword emitting an icy aura, Chen Yang closed his eyes, recalled the pain and despair he had experienced, and poured all these negative emotions into the sword intent.

"Buzz!"

The thin sword trembled violently, and the air around the sword seemed to be frozen.

"Don't torture yourself any further if you keep harboring hatred."

"Break it open and have a good rest."

Chen Yang opened his eyes slightly, and swung the long sword in his hand fiercely on the thin sword.

“Crack!”

With a crisp sound, the thin sword was split into two pieces by Chen Yang!

"It's done!"

Chen Yang was delighted, he knew he had succeeded.

He was actually able to influence the sword intent through his emotions, and could even integrate the sword intent into his own sword moves, unleashing even more powerful power!

Chen Yang seemed to have opened the door to a new world and began to try things even more crazily.

He incorporated all kinds of emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into his sword intent, creating one incredible sword move after another.

He was sometimes a madman, sometimes a poet, sometimes a devil, sometimes a saint...

The entire sword tomb became more active because of his presence, and various sword intentions intertwined together to form a series of strange scenes.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yang suddenly opened his eyes.