I Am a Magic Sword

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update I am the latest chapter of a magic sword!"Why roll your eyes? Don't you like handsome guys?"

"Like it, I just hope you can calm down, you and him, it's impossible!" said the slightly calmer female disciple.

"..."

The words of the three female disciples made Chen Hao happy.

Deng Yifei's development, roughly in the control of his plan, did not have too many twists and turns.

This smoothness made Chen Hao somewhat unexpected.

After all, the development of a person's character is extremely complicated and will be influenced by many factors, but the past three years have been carried out smoothly according to the established trajectory.

Among them, Chen Hao's efforts are indispensable, and of course Deng Yifei's active cooperation is indispensable, as well as the reasons for his own life experience.

The only thing Chen Hao regretted was Deng Yifei's savvy.

Even if the Scarlet Blood Sword had a certain increase in his talents, his comprehension could only be regarded as a mid-stream level among the Tianyunmen disciples.

What is the mid-level level of the Tianyunmen disciples?

According to Chen Hao's observation, in fact, there is a high probability of comprehending the artistic conception and becoming a martial artist in the innate realm, but it is extremely slim to break through to the broken sky and requires a lot of luck.

luck?

It's a very mysterious thing.

The sword master of the Scarlet Blood Sword, as a whole, most of the luck is not good!

When Deng Yifei stepped into Yunhai Peak, rice-sized snowflakes began to float in the sky. Deng Yifei glanced at the gloomy sky, stretched out his palm, caught the white snow, and watched the snow particles melt in his hands.

He whispered: "The martial art competition, there is still a month!"

"This time, do you want to participate?"

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said firmly.

When Deng Yifei first entered the Tianyun Gate, he missed the martial art competition. In the following two years, Deng Yifei missed the martial art competition.

This year is the third year, and it is also his most sure year. He doesn't want to miss it anymore.

At the end of the Tianyunmen sect competition at the end of each year, the top three can get the rewards of mysterious-level martial arts and martial arts, but every time, Deng Yifei is not sure of entering the top three.

Because even though he can be enhanced by killing villains, other geniuses in Tianyunmen are not vegetarians!

Before the Innate Realm, there was a pill as a supplement, and the gap between geniuses of different levels was not big, and what really opened the gap between the geniuses of different levels was after the Innate Realm.

Deng Yifei started late in his cultivation, and his understanding and roots were too common. For these years, he has been catching up with those geniuses.

Chen Hao hesitated and said, "It's been three years, and it's time to teach you something!"

"Master Sword Spirit finally willing to teach me?"

When he said this, Deng Yifei's voice was a little choked, and he would only show this in front of Chen Hao.

Chen Hao mentioned to him before, and when the time comes, he will teach him well.

But it was just mentioned. Deng Yifei had mentioned it to Chen Hao several times, but Chen Hao refused it because it was not enough to kill the villains.

"Okay, in the past three years, I have seen your efforts!"

"Thank you Lord Sword Spirit!"

With excitement, Deng Yifei opened his hut directly, shaken off the dust on the bed, locked the door and tightly held the Scarlet Blood Sword, lying on the bed.

Chen Hao continued, "These inheritances are all left by the successive sword masters of the Scarlet Blood Sword!"

"Holy Sword has served as Sword Master?"

Deng Yifei lost his voice.

"Yes, Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword, you are not the only sword master, there were 37 sword masters before you!" Chen Hao's tone was very heavy, as if he still had traces of remembrance.

Deng Yifei found that the weight of the Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword in his hand was heavier.

"Thirty-seven seniors, are they all excellent?"

Chen Hao said in a sad tone: "Yes, they are all excellent, very kind, upright, and brave, just like you!"

Speaking of this, Chen Hao thought of the seventeenth from Tucheng, Zhou Lihua, who had destroyed the faction, and Lin Jie who had destroyed Liang Pingguo's face and made Lu Qiucheng ruined... his tone of grief almost didn't stop!

Deng Yifei didn't know Chen Hao's mental activity, his eyes were full of excitement.

He only knew that he was not the only one selected by the Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword, and a warrior like him dedicated to slaying evildoers was not the only one, but also had 37 seniors!

He is not alone!

"As long as you can comprehend the scales of their mood, it will be enough to benefit you endlessly!"

"Well, ready, come on!"

Chen Hao didn't hesitate this time, so he prepared some fragments of the seventeenth life for Deng Yifei.

Of course, these are all processed in advance, and Chen Hao will selectively cut off those who do not meet the purpose of the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword to kill villains in the life of Seventeen!

As a result, Deng Yifei saw a young soldier who was exaggeratedly tall, like a little giant, with his soldiers using extremely cruel methods to continuously encircle and suppress the bandits and bandits.

Deng Yifei was a bystander, but this kind of scene made him excited!

He really wanted to be that senior's subordinate and charge with him!

Then he witnessed the tragic situation of Qingfeng City after the city was slaughtered, and personally felt the stern anger of the senior, and he was filled with righteous indignation.

Tucheng, in Deng Yifei's view, this is definitely an unforgivable crime!

Later, Deng Yifei learned through the conversations between that senior and other soldiers, as well as the extremely mutilated and weird corpses everywhere, that his senior was named Chen, a soldier from the Nanyun Kingdom, and their opponent was the evil controlled by the Demon Dao Sect. Black blood country!

Then, Deng Yifei watched the whole process of Chen's comprehension of the artistic conception of power with his own eyes, and felt his use of the artistic conception of killing and his revenge against the evil black blood country.

In the end, he saw with his own eyes that Senior Chen had to use the "last elegy" to protect the people of the capital of the Southern Cloud Nation, and use one person to destroy the evil black blood country hundreds of thousands of troops!

He saw the blood-stained sky, the fragmented ground, and the cruel army completely immersed in fear...

At the end, tears were already in Deng Yifei's eyes.

This is his predecessor!

His predecessor to Deng Yifei!

After a long time, Chen Hao asked in a low voice: "How is it? Any insights?"

When asked by Chen Hao, Deng Yifei gradually recovered from that feeling. He said with some embarrassment, "It's a little bit!"

Chen Hao asked expectantly: "Is it the artistic conception of force?"

"It's not... it's the mood of fear. With a little insight, I feel that it fits me better. It seems to have touched a bit of context. It keeps the villain in fear all the time. Isn't that my goal?"

"Is there no other gains?"

Chen Hao was a little disappointed. Among Seventeen, what he values ​​most is the artistic conception of strength.

Is Deng Yifei's understanding still too low?

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said, scratching his wet hair, "Just now I saw Senior Chen killing those villains and fighting against the army of the Black Blood Nation. I really want to fight with him and kill them together. The villain...At that time, I had a strange feeling, as if there was something to come out of my heart!"