Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

call……

Amidst the sound of wind pressure, the red long knife left a trail in the air, and the next moment it was thrown out, flying straight to the iron pile a hundred meters away.

Nearly half of the saber was submerged in the iron pile, so sharp that King Wu couldn't help but weigh the saber in his hand, wanting to see the result of the confrontation between the two.

Chen An took off the blindfold and turned around.

For the knife just now, he didn't use his spiritual power, but just flew out with his feeling.

After seeing the results of the battle, Chen An was relieved, at least he didn't have to be scolded anymore.

"Come here." King Wu gave a light drink.

Chen An's heart tightened, and he couldn't help turning to King Wu from the corner of his eye.

This is a very strict master, even his talent is often reduced to worthless in the mouth of the other party.

Later, he was asked to practice this inexplicable knife throwing technique.

The sky is pitiful, if you use the flying sword, the iron pile on the opposite side doesn't have to fall to the ground, it will have to be turned into debris, and he doesn't lack the means to fight the enemy at a long distance!

"Just did a good job."

Chen An lowered his head and went in front of King Wu, but he heard the other party suddenly praise him.

Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.

"but……"

Chen An's heart rose again.

"Why? Do you think the techniques I taught you are useless?"

Chen An quickly shook his head.

King Wu snorted coldly, facing Chen An with his saber garrison.

"Get your knife, hold your breath and attack me from behind!"

Chen An looked at King Wu's face, and saw that the other party didn't seem to be joking. He stretched out his hand, and under the guidance of spiritual power, the Zanpakudao inserted in the iron pile flew back backwards.

He slowly circled behind King Wu, his heartbeat slowed down, and his breath was restrained.

"drink!"

Chen An let out a sigh of relief, and his whole body turned into a stream of light. The red saber light flashed in the air, and in an instant, it reached behind King Wu, and slashed towards the opponent's shoulder with a single saber.

clang……

Without any warning, King Wu's saber suddenly appeared on his shoulder, the face of the sword supported the Zanpakudao, and with force in his hand, Chen An was lifted into the air.

Chen An tossed twice in mid-air, the long knife stayed on the ground, and plowed a long mark, and then barely stopped.

But even if he was blocked, Chen An was still confused.

What's the use of this?

A strong person above the sky level already has a very strong sense of danger.

Chaofan can judge the general position of the enemy based on the malicious eyes, and it is said that it is possible to lock the enemy's position and kill it directly.

Seeing his appearance, King Wu sighed inwardly.

"Do you know what sword repair is most afraid of?"

"Yeah." Chen An thought for a while, and answered carefully: "Siege?"

The sword cultivator is fierce and domineering, but has much less means than the sword cultivator, and is overcome by the strong man who uses long weapons. When encountering a situation that is difficult to break through, he may be consumed by life and death, which is more advantageous than the physical cultivator.

But Ti Xiu has a strong physique and a long breath, and he is not afraid of beatings, let alone battles.

"Yes, beating!"

"With your current strength, it is impossible to participate in legendary battles.

And the extraordinary battlefield, you have been on it more than once.

But which time, you are not careful, for fear of being targeted by the enemy, am I wrong? "

Chen An's thoughts drifted away, recalling what he did on the extraordinary battlefield.

His caution is not due to his own strength, but because he is afraid that his teammates will suffer casualties due to his own mistakes.

This feeling arose from his first time on the Transcendent Battlefield, when Elder Yun blew himself up with an arm in order to rescue him. Later, the death of the Lin brothers, although it had nothing to do with Chen An, made him see the cruelty of the battlefield.

Chen An was speechless.

"There is a flaw in your state of mind!"

King Wu sighed.

He didn't get along with Chen An very much, and he only realized this after the other party apprenticed himself.

To put it bluntly, this disciple is very talented, and his combat power is even stronger.

However, he didn't know about the other party's past, he only saw the current Chen An.

From this alone, he judged that the other party was a bit fussy.

He may not care about his own casualties.

But for those teammates, he was a little worried, as if he was afraid that his teammates would die because of his mistakes.

Many recruits who have just entered the battlefield have experienced this period of psychological problems. They did not finally wake up until the cruelty of the battlefield made them adapt to the life and death of their teammates.

It made him suspicious.

Chen An clearly came out of the God of War squad. The casualty rate of the God of War team is not small. Why did the opponent make such a mistake?

"I want to rest for two days."

Chen An said silently.

"it is good!"

King Wu had no reason to refuse.

The opponent's fighting style is perfect.

What he can teach the other party is only to correct the flaws in the other party's sword skills. As for the state of mind, he needs to come out personally, and he can't intervene, otherwise it may be counterproductive.

Seeing King Wu soaring into the air, Chen An let out a foul breath, sat cross-legged on the spot, and his consciousness sank into the golden hall.

"Old Ancestor Chen Feng."

Chen An cupped his fists in front of Chen Feng, and sat down leaning against the golden wall.

Chen Feng opened his eyes and got out of the cultivation state.

He stood up from the seat, walked towards Chen An, and finally stood on the wall beside him, like a realistic mural.

"What went wrong?"

Chen Feng could feel that the mind of this junior kid seemed a little heavy.

"I always want companions."

Chen Feng nodded lightly, pointing to Sword Immortal and Aogu who were practicing on the opposite wall, "It was the same with me back then, but I always have companions, such as them."

With envy in Chen An's eyes, he glanced at the two of them.

"However, I am more afraid of the death of my companions."

"I can't accept the death of my friend."

Chen An hasn't experienced this yet.

The Lin brothers are more like teammates to Chen An. The relationship between the two is not too deep. Jiang Huo and the missing King Wu are seniors, and they haven't been together for long.

If other members of the natural selection team died in front of Chen An, he might find it hard to accept.

Chen Feng fell silent.

He looked at Chen An, and suddenly sighed, "I left the Chen family back then, and I joined the army incognito when I was weak, and I didn't return to the family until I felt that I was strong enough to take over my father's mantle."

"The human race at that time was also in its heyday, and it was too overwhelming for the demons to lift their heads."

"I had a lot of teammates at the time..."

Chen Feng's voice became lower and lower.

"What happened next?" Chen An couldn't help turning his head.

"Later, when we were heading to the demon territory, we encountered an ambush. There was only him and me left with a thousand-strong army."

Following Chen Feng's finger, Chen An saw Ao Gu.

The latter was practicing, and he didn't know if he heard what the two of them said. He just opened his eyes and looked at it, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

"In that battle back then, my father and your ancestors also participated, as well as my son, several apprentices with the best aptitudes of Sword Immortal, and a group of apprentices with 'ordinary' aptitudes, two personal heirs of Aogu, we Everyone went."

"In the end, the three of us who survived were neither human nor ghost."