The Strongest Soldier in the City

The old monk continued to mutter to himself: "You said that the legend of the Chen family will continue. Even if the Chen family's luck is no longer in your Chen Xiantu's body, some people will be born with greater luck, the Chen family It must continue."

The old monk looked back at the night sky with eyes full of memories and said, "You still let me gamble with you again."

"I didn't agree at the time, not because I was afraid of losing, but...I hope you are right." The old monk said.

This evening, he stayed here for a long, long time, muttering to himself all the time, as if he was talking to someone.

Talking about many, many things.

It's just that the old monk's self-talking tonight is destined to be heard by no one in this world.

This night, Chen Liuhe had a dream, a long dream.

In his dream, he saw an old man with a burly figure and an upright posture.

The old man stood on the top of the mountain, standing with his hand held down, while Chen Liuhe was looking from a distance. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to step forward to find out and see the dignity of the old man, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't get close to the old man.

There is always a distance of 100 meters between the two.

That back figure is too stalwart and majestic. The imposing aura that exudes from the invisible, if it can be monstrous, makes everything appear humble, and can't help but crawl under this figure.

What shocked Chen Liuhe even more was that the sky in this dream was not of normal color, it was blood red.

As if a sea of ​​blood came to the world, it dyed the sky and the earth red.

The old man stood under the blood-colored sky, stomping on the blood-colored earth, standing between the sky and the earth, arrogantly proud.

Suddenly, the old man moved, and he waved casually, a sea of ​​blood rolled like a huge wave, the **** sky seemed to be shaking, and the earth was trembling.

Countless seeing the light, galloping down from the clouds, dancing between the empty world.

At this moment, the sword glow was like rain, as if to kill everything, wherever it passed, no grass would grow, and even the space would be broken...

This scene was too terrifying, it was so terrible that it made the scalp numb, Chen Liuhe was very frightened, and his pupils shrank violently.

He was immersed in the violent image that contained a destructive atmosphere, unable to extricate himself for a long time, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

Blood Sea Sword Intent! Is this the power after the blood sea sword intent Mahayana? Can change the color of the world?

Just when Chen Liuhe thought about it.

Suddenly, the amazing picture before him disappeared without warning.

Chen Liuhe, who was lying on the bed, woke up in shock and got up abruptly.

He was already sweating profusely.

The color of horror on his face and eyes still hasn't disappeared, it's very rich.

Obviously, the dream just now reverberated in his mind, and he remembered it clearly.

"It turned out to be a dream." Chen Liuhe took a deep breath and said, his pale face full of horror.

"What's the matter with this dream? It's too real. Who is the old man in the dream? Is that kind of heaven and earth vision really caused by the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood? That's too incredible." Chen Liuhe Continuously taking deep breaths and constantly muttering to himself, it is difficult to calm down.

Raising his arm, wiped the sweat from his head.

The old man in the dream left a deep impression on Chen Liuhe. The earth-shattering stalwart was unprecedented in Chen Liuhe's history. The majestic posture seemed to be a challenge to God.

He just stood there, holding his hands behind his back, unexpectedly showed an invincible posture in the world.

"Who is that old man? Is it really my dead ghost grandfather?" Chen Liuhe muttered, thinking like this.

Immediately, he couldn't help laughing himself.

He had never seen his dead ghost grandfather, he would have dreamed of an old man in his dream, and he was also proficient in making up his own.

As for his dead ghost grandpa entrusted him with a dream, it is impossible to believe such mysterious ghost logic Chen Liuhe.

Perhaps, there are really mysterious things in this world that can't be explained by normal principles, but Chen Liuhe still doubts it!

After clearing up his chaotic mood, Chen Liuhe gradually settled down.

He remembered the **** picture of the sky full of sword glow he had seen in his dream. The world was covered with blood, it was too shocking!

The old man waved his hand casually, and ten thousand swords appeared, shattering everything in the world.

That power was so powerful that it was unimaginable, and Chen Liuhe suffered a huge impact in his heart.

Don't say he has seen it before, he didn't even want to live before!

Chen Liuhe kept reminiscing the moment when the old man extended his arm in his mind, repeatedly scrutinizing.

That simple waving of the arm contains a kind of wonderful profound meaning, containing a lot of things, so that Chen Liuhe has a clear understanding.

He was constantly playing back the impact of that moment in his mind, as if he could get some insight from it.

As everyone knows, Chen Liuhe's sitting is all morning, and the picture in his mind is only that moment of waving his arms.

One morning, he was just immersed in this simple action, and he was delving into it!

Finally, Chen Liuhe's eyes became clearer, and he turned his mind from his thoughts.

There was a touch of unspeakable excitement in his eyes, and his face was full of joy.

He felt that he really learned something from it, and he couldn't wait to give it a try.

Without further ado, Chen Liuhe grabbed the "drink" placed on the bedside and rushed out and went straight to the cliff rock.

When he came here, Chen Liuhe once again held his breath and concentrated his mind, realizing the enlightenment he had gained.

Suddenly, he moved, and the blood-red long sword was swung out.

The sword glow rose up under the scorching sun like a horror, as if to cover all the flames.

"No! It's not that kind of feeling, the aura is different, it's completely different." Chen Liuhe frowned, and this sword was different from what he had imagined.

But Chen Liuhe was not discouraged and continued to wield the long sword.

The Sea of ​​Blood Sword Intent is actually not a one-by-one sword move.

More, it is a kind of momentum! An artistic conception!

When the sword intent of the blood sea can be understood thoroughly, then it will be able to achieve the sword power to the sky, extremely terrifying!

At the same time, countless sword moves can be developed!

This is the true meaning of the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood.

Chen Liuhe has been brandishing the blood-red long sword, slashing out.

Torn the space, cut off the air, as if to compete with the blazing sun, the scene was fierce and violent!

For an afternoon, he worked tirelessly, as if he didn't know what tiredness was, and kept repeating the same action!

But this afternoon, there seemed to be no obvious improvement.

He had been looking for that feeling, but it was so close, as if he was about to catch it, but he couldn't catch it anyway.