Tian Yuan

He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the futon to make sure there was no danger.

Everyone sat down one after another and found that their consciousness could enter a strange space, listen to Emperor Taiwei's sermons, and touch a wisp of the power of the supreme sword.

"After more than a million years, the power of the sword you left here is still there."

Chen Qingyuan sat on the futon, and a young man holding a sword appeared in front of him. His figure was blurred, and he performed sword moves in the sea of ​​clouds. The man and the sword merged into one, moving the clouds and flowing water.

Chen Qingyuan stared at the young man in the special space, and saw the rules of swordsmanship that were different from his own in the process of swinging his sword. He must concentrate and not be distracted.

In a special space, the vague young man became more advanced step by step from the ordinary sword moves at the beginning, to the exquisite sword moves, and then to the sword intention.

Perhaps because he was interested, Chen Qingyuan took out a spiritual thought, turned into a transparent figure, and headed towards the young man in front, preparing to compete.

The two figures began to clash, showing different sword intentions.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang——"

The swords and wills compete, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

There are thousands of sword shadows all over the void, outlining a blurry scene, like a splash-ink landscape painting, which seems real and fake, especially a dream.

Chen Qingyuan sat on the futon, controlled a touch of spiritual thought, and fully demonstrated what he had learned in kendo.

The competition of swordsmanship is at the pinnacle of the Dao.

The way of the sword connects with the gods, and everything can be turned into a sword. It can cut down the stars and destroy the moon with just one thought.

During the Battle of Lihai that year, Chen Qingyuan sang the song of residual frost, fused with his own sword intent, and suppressed the ancestors of the ancient clan.

That's what it's like to use the sound of the piano as a sword.

As the discussion became more and more intense, all kinds of strange scenes emerged.

Dragons and phoenixes wail, Xuannv sheds tears, thousands of thunders tremble, hundreds of stars surround...

The vision displayed will break apart in the next moment and turn into countless sword fragments, entangled with each other, sometimes blending, sometimes repelling.

In the last second, the sword was like a torrential rain, the wind was strong, and the downpour flooded the entire special space.

The next second, it turned into drizzle, pattering. Every drop of water falling from the sky concealed the supreme sword intention, which could split the sky and retreat all methods.

Initially, Chen Qingyuan was at a disadvantage and showed signs of decline at some point.

But under Chen Qingyuan's persistence, he has been using his heart to understand and make up for the shortcomings in the realm of swordsmanship.

Slowly, they reached the point of fighting each other, and the fight was back and forth, with no distinction between superior and inferior.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but the young man dancing with the sword stopped.

Chen Qingyuan's divine thought thrust out a sword and passed through the young man's figure without causing any harm to him.

Obviously, the young man recognized the talent and strength of the visitor, and there was no need to argue anymore. The discussion was over.

Visible to the naked eye, the blurry figure of the young man began to become clear.

Chen Qingyuan put away that spiritual thought and raised his eyes to stare.

"May you never forget your original intention and reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

The young man's appearance and expression were those of Emperor Taiwei. He faced Chen Qingyuan, held his sword in salute, and smiled.

After saying this, the young man's figure dispersed and returned to this space. His traces cannot be caught, as if he had never appeared before.

Chen Qingyuan immediately stood up, faced forward, and bowed to show respect.

"We will meet again."

After the ceremony, Chen Qingyuan looked at the illusory space with no end in sight, murmuring to himself, his eyes convinced and looking forward to it.

After a few breaths, the consciousness returns to the physical body.

When he opened his eyes again, what Chen Qingyuan saw was the interior of Zichen Palace.

The fairy mist is floating, hazy like a dream, unreal.

"Hey!" There was a person who surprised Chen Qingyuan, his eyes flickering.

The dozens of people who stepped into the Zichen Palace were still in a special state, sitting on futons, with the power of the laws of the ancient palace rippling around them.

Except for one person, he has escaped from the confinement of the discussion space, stands proudly, and walks towards the jade platform.

This person is the ancient sword god Li Jinzhou. Judging from the situation, he should wake up earlier than Chen Qingyuan.

Li Jinzhou noticed someone staring at him and immediately turned around.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other, and time seemed to freeze.

They looked at each other with a little curiosity in their eyes, not knowing who the other person was.

Soon, Li Jinzhou withdrew his gaze. He still had important things to do and had no intention of wasting time on a stranger.

He continued walking and climbed up the steps of the jade platform, climbing higher and higher step by step.

Chen Qingyuan stood not far away, staring at this scene with an indifferent expression and silence.

Through the layers of clouds and mist, one can see the ninety-nine swords on the high platform.

Even the outermost circle of swords are all top-grade holy weapons. They are among the most precious in the world, and are not weaker than the seven-star Baijue sword in Chen Qingyuan's hand.

As for the sword inside, it is even more precious.

"That's..." Chen Qingyuan's eyes stopped at the three-foot green blade in the middle. It looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Thoughts are like strings, being gently plucked.

I immediately searched in the sea of ​​consciousness, and sure enough I found a clue.

"Dinghong Sword!"

Although the appearance of the sword was slightly decayed and its luster was dull, the law lines and details on it were not missing. After spending a little time, Chen Qingyuan knew the answer and was shocked in his heart.

What is Dinghong Sword?

It is said that it is the sword of a top swordsman in ancient times. It uses the essence and blood of one's life as nourishment, uses Xuanting essence and Xianli crystal as raw materials, and can be refined after thousands of years of painstaking efforts.

The quality is so high that it surpasses the holy soldiers and is second only to the godless soldiers.

Many years ago, Chen Qingyuan had a conversation with Sora, who was born in the late ancient times, and learned about the history of the ancient times from his mouth.

Therefore, he has a certain understanding of important figures and treasures in the late ancient times.

"Why is the Sword God's thing here?"

Chen Qingyuan looked at the sword, thinking a lot, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

At this time, Li Jinzhou had already reached the high point of the jade platform. With a steady pace, he gradually approached the sword without any hesitation.

Li Jinzhou didn't even look at the other swords and walked straight into the depths.

Li Jinzhou didn't stop until he reached the vicinity of Dinghong Sword. There was finally a different kind of emotion on his stern face, his eyes flickered, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he stopped talking.

After a long time, Li Jinzhou calmed down and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm back."

"Buzzing—"

The Dinghong Sword, which had fallen into a deep sleep, began to tremble, accompanied by a slight sword roar.

The peerless sword that has been sealed in dust for countless years is waking up.

After so many years, how can the sword be preserved to this day?

The Dinghong Sword was sealed in the Zichen Palace. It must have been Emperor Taiwei who gave the sword that had lost its charm a new lease of life.

As for the details, only Taiwei himself can know.

"what's the situation?"

Chen Qingyuan took a closer look, his expression changed slightly, and he said in surprise.