I Am a Magic Sword

Biquge www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update I am the latest chapter of a magic sword!

"Roll your eyes? Don't you like handsome guys?"

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

"..."

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

Deng Yifei's development was largely under the control of his plan, without much setbacks.

This smoothness made Chen Hao somewhat unexpected.

After all, a person's character development is extremely complex and will be influenced by many factors, but in the past three years, it has proceeded smoothly according to the established trajectory.

Among these are the efforts of Chen Hao, and of course, the active cooperation of Deng Yifei, as well as the reasons for his personal experience.

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

Even if the Red Blood Sword has enhanced his talents, his consciousness can only be regarded as a mid-level level among the disciples of Tianyunmen.

What is the mid-level of Tianyunmen disciples?

According to Chen Hao's observation, in fact, there is a high probability to comprehend the artistic conception and become a congenital martial arts, but it is extremely slim to break through to the heavenly realm and requires a lot of luck.

luck?

It's a very mysterious thing.

The sword master of the Red Blood Sword, on the 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 palms, caught the white snow, and watched the snow particles melt in his hands.

He whispered: "Martial arts comparison, there is a month!"

"This time, do you want to participate?"

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said firmly.

When Deng Yifei just entered the Tianyun Gate, he missed the martial arts comparison. At the end of the next two years, Deng Yifei missed all.

This year is the third year, and it is also his most confident year, he does not want to miss it again.

At the end of the year, Tianyunmen’s martial arts compares, and the top three can be rewarded with Xuan-level martial arts martial arts skills, but every time, Deng Yifei does not have the confidence to enter the top three.

Because although he can be enhanced by slaughtering the scoundrels, the other geniuses in the Tianyun Gate are not vegetarian!

Before the congenital realm, there was a panacea as a supplement. The difference between geniuses of different levels was not large. What really made the gap between geniuses of different levels was after the congenital realm.

Deng Yifei started training late, and his perception and roots are too general. Over the years, he has been chasing those geniuses.

Chen Hao hesitated and said, "Three years later, it's time to teach you something!"

"Is Lord Jianling finally willing to teach me?"

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

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

However, it was only mentioned. Deng Yifei had mentioned it to Chen Hao several times, but he was rejected by Chen Hao on the grounds that it was not enough to kill the villains.

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

"Thank you Lord Jianling!"

With excitement, Deng Yifei straightly opened his hut, shook off the dust on the bed, locked the door and held the red blood sword tightly, lying on the bed.

Chen Hao continued: "These inheritances are all left by successive sword masters of the Red Blood Sacred Sword!"

"Holy Sword has served as the sword master?"

Deng Yi lost his voice.

"Yes, Red Blood Holy Sword, not only you, a sword master, there were thirty-seven sword masters before you!" Chen Hao's tone was very heavy, as if still recalling with a trace of silk.

Deng Yifei found out that the weight of the Red Blood Holy Sword in his hands was heavy.

"Thirty-seven seniors, are they excellent?"

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

Speaking of which, Chen Hao remembered the 17th of the Tucheng, Zhou Lihua, the ruling faction, ruined Liang Pingguo's lightness, and let Lu Qiucheng be destroyed by the once Lin Jie...the sad tone almost didn't stop!

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

He only knew that not only he was selected by the Red Blood Sacred Sword, but a warrior like him who was committed to killing the scoundrels, not only him but also thirty-seven seniors!

He is not alone!

"As long as you can comprehend the scale of their artistic conception, it will be enough to benefit you!"

"Well, ready, come on!"

Without much hesitation this time, Chen Hao prepared some of the 17 life segments for Deng Yifei.

Of course, these are pre-processed. The life of the 17th, if they do not meet the purpose of the red blood holy sword to kill the evil, Chen Hao will selectively cut them off!

As a result, Deng Yifei saw an exaggerated tall figure, a young soldier like a giant, with his soldiers using extremely cruel means to continuously circumvent the bandits and bandits.

Deng Yifei as a bystander, this kind of scene sees him full of blood!

He really wanted to be a subordinate of that predecessor and charge with him!

Then he witnessed the tragic situation after Qingfeng City was slaughtered again, and felt the bone-wrath of the senior himself, and he also filled with righteous indignation.

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

Later, Deng Yifei learned through the dialogue between the senior and other soldiers, and the extremely crippled and corpses everywhere, that his senior surnamed Chen was a soldier of the South Cloud Kingdom, and their opponent was evil controlled by the Dao Dao Sect. Black blood country!

Then, Deng Yifei watched the whole process of Senior Chen realizing the artistic conception of power, and felt his use of the artistic conception of killing, and his revenge on the evil black-blood country.

In the end, he saw with his own eyes that Senior Chen had to use the "Last Elegy" in order to protect the people of the capital city of Nanyun, and use one person's power to wipe out hundreds of thousands of troops in the evil black blood country!

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

Seeing the last, Deng Yifei already had tears in his eyes.

This is his predecessor!

His predecessor Deng Yifei!

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

When asked by Chen Hao, Deng Yifei gradually awoke from that feeling. He said a little embarrassedly: "It's a little bit!"

Chen Hao asked with some expectation: "Is the artistic conception of power?"

"Isn't... It's a mood of fear. With a little insight, I feel that it fits me better, as if I feel a little bit of context, so that the villain is always in fear, isn't it my goal?"

"Is there no other gain?"

Chen Hao was a little disappointed. At the seventeenth place, what he valued most was the artistic conception of force.

Is Deng Yifei's perception too low?

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said, scratching his wet hair. "I just saw Senior Chen killing the scoundrels and fighting against the army of the black blood country. I really wanted to fight with him and kill those together. Scoundrel... At that time, I had a very strange feeling, I felt like I had something to drill out of!"