Tianfu.

The focus of his sight lies all on He An.

He Anxu held the raised hand and was the focus of the focus.

The sword shadows in the sky are condensing.

Finally, he slowly entered the deserted sword.

"It's almost done. If you drag it on, he will probably stop..." Huang Jian muttered for a moment, looking at the person holding the weak hand, it was really not angry at all.

In the memory of 30,000 years of birth, this is the only one he has ever seen.

The man looked at the huge momentum and there was no movement, so he actually wanted to stop.

The shadow of Tongtian Sword completely contracted, and He An realized that the body of the Wilderness Sword was very different from what he had seen before.

Like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood.

The sword has three fingers wide, and its length feels longer than that of an ordinary sword, and it should be from four to five feet.

Three feet and one meter, that is, one meter and two, about three.

The whole body is black, and it does have a desolate smell.

Seeing Huang Jian complete the sword shadow shrinking, his hand, which had originally sagged unconsciously, raised it again.

This action was like a sense of the wild sword, and the sword mountain thousands of swords trembled even more.

The old man with white beard looked at He An, his eyes were tightened, and the figure was worshipped by Wan Jian at this time.

Everyone else looked at He An.

He An also felt something. Looking at the Mountain of Ten Thousand Swords, he felt that his body was full of strange power, and he could not be familiar with it anymore.

Pattern...this is the pattern.

He An looked at the situation in front of him and the improvement of his understanding of swordsmanship, and he instantly felt that he had some enlightenment.

What I realized is the sword control.

The sword-wielding... originally created the three realms.

The first realm is to control the Qi and the Sword.

The second realm is to use your mind to control the sword.

The third realm is the Ten Thousand Swords Art.

Ten thousand swords tremble, and the wild sword moves.

He immediately felt that the fourth level of sword control had a direction, and now he was in the Ten Thousand Swords Art, and with the method of ghost hero practicing, his mind could be cultivated with powerful spirit, and the He family's ten Thousand Swords were no longer a dream.

But now, he suddenly had the idea of ​​driving the fourth level of swords...

He An looked up at the shaking swords in front of him, and felt something in his heart. The sword intent on his body was unconsciously revealed.

The six sword intents are still mysterious without the blessing of sword energy.

He An even entered a mysterious state.

As the Six Paths of Sword Intent came out, He An opened his mind.

Wan Jian seemed to feel something, and suddenly flew up together, and the hilt of the sword was towards He An, as if he was worshipping him.

There is a spirit in the sword, and suddenly there is something to realize.

In the fourth realm of sword control, tens of thousands of swords return to the sect.

At this time, although He An was empty, his mysterious understanding seemed to leave his body, and he silently looked down at Jianshan, and thousands of swords flew together.

Only the old man with white beard and Huang Jianxin felt something. He looked up at the sky, as if there was an incredible figure there.

The others just looked at He An's body and looked at the ten thousand swords floating up one after another. No one on the scene had ever seen this scene.

He An shouted in a deep voice, and at the fourth level of sword control, tens of thousands of swords returned to the sect, and realized a direction and was first accomplished.

Immediately afterwards, He An shouted softly.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, the sword comes..."

The wild sword originally wanted to take the initiative to fly into this person's hands, but as the person suddenly moved, it became hot.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, and the wild sword chooses the master.

The swords worshiped, and a sword came.

The name of the wild sword resounds throughout the ages.

This is the sword face.

It's in place, it's in place.

Huang Jian was facing this person now and didn't want to wait for a moment.

With a sound of "sword", it instantly flew into the hand of Xu Sha as lightning.

I even felt the powerlessness in my hand, very considerate, the sword was heavy and as light as a feather.

The shadow of the wild sword was gone, and Wan Jian seemed to have lost his soul, falling down from Jianshan again and plunged into the ground.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, and the deserted sword recognizes the master.

Everyone present looked at the back of the black sword.

The whole person was trembling.

Even Luo Wu looked at He An at this time without saying a word of mocking, because the scene that happened just now shocked him.

Dugu Jian was silent and looked at He An who was holding a black handful.

I was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, which shocks the mind.

"The sword art will last forever, and the sword will return to the sect? As long as I still practice swords, the sword art will not be the only one that you are..." Dugu Jian looked at He An, his eyes were a little lost, but after losing his mind, he showed firmness.

The sword art will last forever, and all swords will return to the sect.

But as long as he is still alive, he will not retreat because of his strength towards Gao.

The first page of the sword book, forget your sweetheart. From that day on, he only has a sword in his heart and only has a long sword to accompany him.

He did not allow his sword to be weaker than others, even if it was the sword immortal in front of him.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect... What a Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect..."

The old man with white beard touched his beard. At this time, he had no idea of ​​finding anyone else. He only had one idea, that was the person in front of him.

The wild sword chooses the master, and the ten thousand swords return to the sect.

This is the future revival of the Heavenly Mansion, and is invincible.

Xia Tianrong looked at He An with her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

Mu Tian's eyes showed envy.

He Jindong had an expression that was indeed like this.

Only when I got to Li Si's place, I took a light look at He An.

"That is, the sword. If it were a fan, how could it be your turn, the reckless man who held the sword."

Li Si snorted lightly, obviously not convinced that He An had such a big scene.

He held the sun and the moon in his left hand and the fan in his right hand, and it was not He An's turn at all.

He An obviously didn't know much about Li Si's complaints.

At this time, He An was looking at the sword in his hand at close range and tried to put it into the ring, but he had no reaction at all.

He had no choice but to take off the treasure-level sword on his back and hang the sword on his back.

Put the treasure-level sword into the object ring.

"I, Huang Jian, deserve such courtesy."

After entering the back, Huang Jian was very satisfied with his new position. After all, this person's protection of the sword was obviously very rare.

Maybe it was that move when I was unsheathed...

Huang Jian thought about it, and he was still a little excited. It was that move that made it take the initiative to no longer take the initiative, and even put down its figure and prepare to start.

But in the end... Huang Jian felt that he had a sword face and completely forgot his previous thoughts.

At this time, the old man with white beard also reacted.

"All the idle people are waiting to leave."

The old man with white beard shouted in a deep voice, and then instantly the bubbles appeared again, wrapping the other people and sending them out.

There were no bubbles on Mu Tian and Li Si. After all, this white robe was the future lord of the Heavenly Mansion, and these two were obviously friends of the future lord of the Heavenly Mansion.

There was also the stunning woman. After a look at the old man with white beard, he chose to stay. After all, this woman's talent is also terrifying.
To be continued...