School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

Holding the long sword in his hand, when Zhang Weijian touched the pulp-covered hilt, a memory couldn't help but flooded his mind.

As a man with a normal body, Zhang Weijian still needs to vent his emotions and reward himself even if he has practiced the Lonely Sword Intent.

Moreover, he has a terrifying talent in swordsmanship. The more he holds back, the stronger his need for this aspect becomes.

A hundred years ago, it was a sunny afternoon.

At that time, Zhang Weijian was standing on the top of the mountain posing, and he felt like he was dominating the world.

However, the wind was a bit strong that day. At the last critical moment, he failed to grasp the rhythm, causing the sword stuck next to him to be stained and wet the entire sword body.

At this moment, Zhang Weijian felt his sword tremble, and he felt that the sword began to gain intelligence.

Everyone knows that after the sword generates spiritual wisdom, there is a high probability that the sword spirit will awaken.

Once the sword spirit is awakened successfully, the sword itself will automatically increase its level, greatly improving the user's combat ability.

At the same time, flying with a sword or controlling a fine sword to kill people from a distance will be more effective with half the effort.

In order to make the newly created sword spirit awaken as quickly as possible, Zhang Weijian has now worked harder, feeding the sword spirit at least three times a day, and sometimes giving the sword spirit extra food at night.

As for whether there is more or less snacks in the evening, it depends on whether Zhang Weijian is in good health.

At the same time, he is also looking forward to his sword spirit awakening into a lolita form.

In this case, he can really be with the sword and pursue the peak of swordsmanship wholeheartedly.

I just didn't expect that my sword would be taken away by someone just now. Fortunately, the other party disliked his spiritual sword, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to use his full strength.

"For the sake of returning the sword, I will let you die with dignity!"

"There is no way, you have touched my sword just now, so you must die!"

Zhang Weijian waved the long sword in his hand, and while tightening his grip a little harder, his body was already moving, striving for a quick victory.

Having just seen Wuming's weird sword grabbing technique, he was really a little scared.

It would be troublesome if the old sword master shouted "Your sword is my sword" again.

However, when Zhang Weijian rushed less than a foot away from Wuming, he was stunned and immediately stopped in place.

At this time, the sword master Wuming's palm had been spread out, and a bloody villain emerged from the body and transformed into a red sword.

The moment this blood-colored sword appeared, the power of the sword on Wuming suddenly increased, causing Zhang Weijian to instinctively dodge back dozens of steps.

At that moment, Zhang Weijian recalled the scene when he used the flying immortal to kill Qin Changshou.

At that moment, he really felt that he was going to die, and a big word "death" even appeared in his mind.

It is precisely because of this that he tried his best to adjust the offensive trajectory at that time, and even after ten minutes of crazy spinning in the air, he did not complain at all.

Zhang Weijian finally escaped to such a deserted area. He thought he could use his unique swordsmanship talent to seize the opportunity to get rid of this veteran sword master.

But he didn't expect that that terrifying feeling would appear again, which gave him the idea of ​​abandoning his sword and running away.

"Go back with me, or else!"

"die!"

The nameless sword master's hair and beard are self-motivated without wind, and they are powerful without anger.

"Haha, you want me to catch you without mercy?"

"This is impossible!"

"I am a man like an eagle and a contemporary swordsman. If I want to leave, no one can stop me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Weijian turned into an afterimage and fled into the distance.

"Humph, don't even think about taking out the palm of my hand!"

"Mysterious meaning, invincible killing!"

But at this moment, Zhang Weijian's figure suddenly stopped in the distance, and the powerful voice of Sword Master Wuming echoed in his ears...