The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Bai Feiyu's face was full of anxiety. He didn't understand why Leng Qingsong was still alive!

That is the sword cultivator’s natal sword!

That is the fate of the sword cultivator!

Leng Qingsong just ended it so easily and comfortably?

The natal sword is broken, let alone the way of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, why can Leng Qingsong still sit here well?

The moment the sword broke, the sword energy devoured the owner, and the first person died suddenly!

Bai Feiyu rushed to Leng Qingsong, grabbed Leng Qingsong's wrist, and injected a burst of true energy into it.

Transferring true energy into other people's bodies is a taboo for practitioners!

Because this true energy can easily destroy Leng Qingsong's meridians and Dantian.

But Bai Feiyu, who lost his temper, did such a thing recklessly.

Leng Qingsong did not resist, but looked at this junior brother who was usually more mature than himself and lost his composure because his natal sword was disconnected, and his eyes became softer.

"It's weird! It's weird! It's broken but not broken, what's going on?" Bai Feiyu let go of Leng Qingsong's hand and muttered to himself.

He sent his true energy to check Leng Qingsong's Dantian. In Leng Qingsong's Dantian, a Nascent Soul was sitting quietly in the Dantian.

Yuanying held a broken sword in his arms. It was Leng Qingsong's natal sword!

Although the broken sword was a bit blurry and unstable, Bai Feiyu could still feel the purest sword intention flowing from that sword!

The sword intent is exactly the same as his previous life!

How could a broken natal sword still maintain its shape, or even have the sword's intention flowing through it?

This shouldn't be possible!

Even in ancient times, even Li Taibai, a swordsman, could not admit this matter.

Each sword cultivator only cultivates one natal sword. This is an iron law that has existed since there was a method of cultivation!

Now there is a sword cultivator who has his natal sword broken in two, and is still sitting here intact and pretending that nothing happened?

Bai Feiyu looked at Leng Qingsong with a complicated expression and said, "Senior brother, do you know the consequences of breaking the natal sword?"

"I know!" Leng Qingsong nodded, as if he already knew the consequences of breaking the natal sword.

"Who did it?" Bai Feiyu asked.

Leng Qingsong's stern face was a bit confused. He couldn't say that he had experienced love in the human world and then broke it with his own hands, right?

Even Leng Qingsong would not dare to say such words to death.

Leng Qingsong thought for a moment and said, "Master."

Leng Qingsong's thoughts were very pure. In the final analysis, it was his master's plan from the time he and his senior brother entered the human world. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was his master who caused this result.

That master again?

When Bai Feiyu heard Leng Qingsong talking about Hu Yun, the first thing that came to his mind was those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

Bai Feiyu didn't understand what the monk who could almost see through his own heart was planning.

But a broken natal sword is almost fatal to a sword cultivator!

As a swordsman, Bai Feiyu can be sure that Leng Qingsong will never be able to pursue the path of sword cultivation again!

For Leng Qingsong, this is no different from killing him!

But why is there still sword intent flowing on that broken sword?

And the sword intention is so pure, almost exactly the same as the sword intention I had in my previous life?

"Senior Brother, are you really not afraid that Master will do something bad to you?" Bai Feiyu took a deep breath and slowly spoke out his rebellious remarks.

Leng Qingsong was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about this. He shook his head and said, "I believe him!"

Having said this, Leng Qingsong, who had always been serious about his words, had a smile on his face.

The master who could let him ride on his neck in swagger, and he and his senior brother could make noises with him at any time, get angry from time to time, and pick up the master who stayed on the spot, but this was the man who made him feel like a father for the first time since he was born.

Of course I believe him.

The elder brother believed in the master very much. The elder brother believed, and he had no reason not to believe in him.

This time it was Bai Feiyu's turn to be stunned. He didn't quite understand why Leng Qingsong said such words.

He knew very well that the swordsmanship practiced by Leng Qingsong was that of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords.

That is the strongest swordsmanship in the world!

Only the Supreme Being who forgets his feelings and has an untainted sword heart can be the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords!

And it seems that Leng Qingsong has something more important than the pursuit of his own way, even more precious than his own way.

It was so precious that Leng Qingsong could obey the arrangement without hesitation and break his natal sword with his own hands!

Leng Qingsong, who seemed the most indifferent, turned out to be the one who valued friendship the most. So how could the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords continue on his path?

Bai Feiyu's thoughts flew to his past life, when he had not yet become a swordsman.

My natal sword was also destroyed. At that time, I drank all day long to drown my sorrows, feeling confused.

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, you will destroy yourself if you continue like this!" A man in green shirt said to himself worriedly.

"I'm just a useless person now, what does it matter whether I'm destroyed or not?" Xiaobai, also known as Li Taibai, raised his head and poured wine into his mouth, and said drunkenly.

"I have a way to help you recast your natal sword! Trust me!" The man in green shirt said with certainty.

Li Taibai laughed heartily, his laughter full of desolation, and then shouted at the green shirt: "Get out! Impossible! I am already a useless person, are you here to pity me?! Get out of here!" "

But then the green shirt was successful, and Li Taibai's natal sword came back, even better than before.

But Li Taibai could no longer find the figure in the green shirt.

Li Taibai also completely embarked on the supreme swordsmanship and achieved the position of Sword Immortal.

In the end, he also ended up dead.

This road is a dead end, and it is also a dead end. It is to obliterate all your emotions, and only the way of the sword is left in your heart. Only then can you truly achieve the so-called supreme forgetfulness!

A flash of pain flashed in Bai Feiyu's eyes, which was why he no longer chose the path of his previous life. This path was destined to have an end, and the end was destined to be miserable.

That’s why I chose to embark on the path of swordsmanship in which everything is my sword.

Even if I can't reach the height of my previous life, I don't want to experience that kind of pain again.

"Senior brother, what should you do if you face the most painful choice at the end of your path?" Bai Feiyu looked at Leng Qingsong with somewhat dull eyes and asked.

Leng Qingsong looked at Bai Feiyu, who was obviously a little depressed, and said softly: "I am not alone, I also have you."

"What if this is the choice you face?" Bai Feiyu stared at Leng Qingsong and asked.

Leng Qingsong's eyes also became sharp, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword. He looked at Bai Feiyu seriously and said, "That path is wrong!"

"The Tao is not wrong!" Bai Feiyu said without giving in at all.

Leng Qingsong said without thinking:

"Then I will stop seeking Tao and let Tao seek me!"