Chen Huai'an was intrigued for a moment.

He is a science student and is not very good at speaking.

But as the recharge incarnation descends to the Cangyun Realm more and more times.

As his knowledge grew, he discovered that he had more knowledge.

Being stared at by so many disciples at the moment, stimulated by adrenaline, his mind went blank and he just blurted out whatever came to his mind.

"Brother Zhujiange, wait and see!"

Chen Huai'an put his fingers together to form a sword and slashed at the edge of the neck with his fingertips.

Huh——!

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains collapsed with a loud bang amid the sound of swords, revealing a straight cross-section as thick as cold iron.

Su Qinian's face twitched when he saw this.

That mountain was newly opened up, and there are several spiritual fields on the surface.

At least a million low-grade spirit stones were wiped out by the ancestor's finger...

"When my brother Jian Ge stands up, he should emulate this mountain ridge. Wind and snow have been blasting it for three thousand years, collapsing the peaks and breaking the mountain ridges, but this sword ridge would rather shatter than yield, and would rather break than bend." After saying this, Chen Huaian took out half of the broken sword - this broken sword was once Li Qingran's sword, and he asked for it when he gave him the Suxian Sword.

The original idea was to make it a collection, but now it has become just a prop.

The disciples looked at the broken sword. The blade was covered with cracks, but it still emitted half an inch of sword intent.

"The way of swordsmanship emphasizes backbone first, and sharp edge second!" Chen Huai'an's gray hair moved without wind, and the ancient pine tree behind him was instantly chopped into pieces by the invisible sword intent released by his words: "The sword should be like pine and cypress breaking through snow. Even if it is frozen, it will still pierce a hole through it!"

Why did the old ancestor break the pine tree into pieces... Su Qinian glanced at the pine tree that had grown on Luoxia Peak for about three thousand years, but now turned into pieces on the ground.

He quietly added 10 low-grade spirit stones to his account.

Ancestor, you are so cruel!

"Finally, it's time to sharpen the sword! It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, and the frost blade has been tested. Fellow disciples are each other's whetstones. Only with a blood-soaked blade and a soul-tempered edge can we defeat the evil spirits at the critical moment of life and death!"

"When you go to this secret place, remember three things."

Chen Huai'an put away the broken sword and waved his sleeves. The sword's power, wrapped in the moonlight, fell on the brows of all the disciples who were listening attentively.

"The sword's tip is not pointing for killing, but for the safety of my comrades behind me; the sword's energy is not for fame, but to keep the Dao in my heart; there is no need to be sad when the sword breaks..." Chen Huai'an's voice suddenly became softer, but the whole sword pavilion suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound.

In the sect's ancestral hall, Lin Yuxi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, was horrified when he saw the swaying tablet of the ancestor.

In the sword grave in the back mountain, the broken swords stuck in front of the tombstones were shaking.

The sound of the scabbard breaking tore through the night, and thousands of green rays of light rushed up.

The broken sword circled around the top of Luoxia Peak, buzzing behind Chen Huai'an.

The disciples looked at the flying sword.

The sword blade was covered with golden names, all of which were the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who had sacrificed their lives throughout the generations.

Chen Huai'an also stared at these broken swords, and countless images appeared in his eyes, stained with blood and tears, roaring with unyielding and anger. His eyes were slightly moist, and his voice trembled: "Their most powerful sword moves are the three-foot sword circle they still hold up for their fellow disciples when they fall down; the brightest sword light is the sword array that explodes at the moment of soul destruction."

Buzz——!

Suddenly, the sword of my brother came out of its sheath on its own, and it resonated with the broken sword of the brother.

"Put it back into the sheath!" Chen Huaian lowered his eyebrows and shouted softly.

In an instant, all the swords fell silent.

"If one day your swords break... then use bones as swords, blood as blades, and souls as fire. The sword pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has never relied on any outstanding sword, but on the sword bones that must be faced forward even in death."

What is the character of a sword cultivator?

The answer was torn apart by the mountain wind.

All I could hear was the sword from Luoxia Peak soaring into the sky, its sound resounding like a bell.

On the edge of Jianzhong Cliff, the hemlock trees that had been dead for thirty years suddenly sprouted new buds.

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"I seem to have done something big in the Cangyun Realm just now?"

The incarnation time is over.

Chen Huaian took off his helmet, his hands were shaking and he was confused.

"I can say those words? I can say that?"

Chen Huai'an decided to brag about himself. He gave a thumbs up in front of the mirror and said, "I'm so awesome!"

The resources have been distributed.

Li Qingran's survival rate was raised to 99.999%, but it could never reach 100%, and Chen Huai'an was relieved about this. There is nothing absolute in this world, just like the sun setting in the east seems to be the truth, but what if you blow it up?

A lot of money was spent, but it was not all in vain.

He asked the disciples of Jian Pavilion who knew how to refine pills to refine pills for him, those who knew how to make talismans to make talismans for him, those who knew how to make sword pills to make sword pills, and those who knew nothing to write down their insights on swordsmanship, under the euphemism of checking "lessons", but in fact it was to stock up on goods to become two-time black masters. He also asked Su Qinian to order a batch of spiritual wine from Danzong, because he loved to drink it.

After giving out so many resources, the top searcher of Jian Ge was also impressed.

There was no bargaining on this matter.

Chen Huai'an was very relieved.

Otherwise he could only ventilate the main hall of the clan.

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There was no gentle gaze from Li Qingran.

I finally have the energy to study the golden blind box reward.

Chen Huai'an originally thought that the reward would appear at hand after he extracted it, but he never expected it to appear directly in his mind. It really felt like a flash of inspiration, but this flash of inspiration had been completely captured by him and could be used at will.

"I have two spells on hand right now, one is the Tide-Growing Technique, and the other is the Demon-Slaying Technique. Which one should I give you?"

Chen Huaian took out the magic tablet - it was a stone tablet as long as an adult's arm, with dense blood-written characters on it. Demonic energy seeped out when the characters twisted. It looked like a demon god that was so evil that it was oozing with feces.

As soon as the stone tablet was taken out, it immediately attracted Xiaoqing and Baji's frequent glances.

But after the shadows of the famous trees were dominated by the Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid, no matter how curious they were about Chen Huaian, they did not dare to act rashly.

But Lobster Sniper and Strawberry Bear couldn't understand it.

They have no idea what the boss has in his hand.

However, I could feel the oppressive feeling of the horror behind me, so I chose to quietly sit in the corner and play the role of a doll.

【꽭Demon Body Refining Method】

Chen Huai'an entered the game and turned on the camera to face the stone tablet.

The distorted bloody words on the face immediately became straight, and I could understand them at once.

【Seize the energy of life from the earth, refine the unwilling souls of all spirits. Broken bones for firewood, burning blood for lamps. Nine calamities of thunder and fire forge the skin, anger, ignorance, greed and resentment forge the devil's eyes; love is used to lock the dragon's marrow, and the wailing of all living beings boils in the fire. When it comes to Mahayana, the sun and the moon fall on the shoulders as ornaments, and the stars turn into nothingness in the palm lines. The end of this path... refine the body, refine the earth, refine people, and all living beings are firewood! 】

After reading the outline of the Demonic Law, Chen Huai'an's eyelids twitched wildly.

Refining all living things, swallowing the sun and the moon! It is indeed a magic method, with such a strong evil spirit!

But this seems to be a refining method, right?

After all, the skin was forged with the nine tribulations thunder and fire.

So here comes the problem.

He is a righteous swordsman.

It's kind of evil, and this demon obviously has many things that are not so right.

Do I need to use a modifier to strengthen this demon?

And then...as a sword practitioner, will you fall into the path of evil?

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