"Is he...still alive?" Zhang Ye asked.

[Should still be alive,] An Ye said slowly: [Probably in that bloody cage.]

As he spoke, he shook his head: [Don't worry about that for now, this head is very useful. 】

[You first understand the meaning of the sword above, and then transfer this skull. This bone is extremely hard and can be used to make weapons.]

[Such a big skull is enough to make weapons to arm thousands of people.]

Zhang Ye heard this and said with a smile: "It feels weird to use someone else's skull as a weapon. Will it be haunted by its ghost?"

[I’m afraid, as our enemy, drinking the enemy’s blood and chewing the enemy’s general’s head are all casual. It’s nothing to use a mere skull as a weapon.]

[Besides, if it really dares to come, the heroic souls in this land will make it die again.]

Hearing this, Zhang Ye nodded and began to comprehend the sword intent remaining on his skull.

How to understand?

Just stare at it, otherwise what else can you do? Eat it?

Hey, wait...eat?

Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up: "This sword intention...can you eat it?"

An Ye was stunned for a moment, then said: [For ordinary people, I would advise them to eat if they want to die, but if it were you...]

【I think you can try it.】

[Your body is like a furnace of heaven and earth, it shouldn’t be difficult to smelt sword intent and turn it into your own use.]

"How do you want to eat it? Just chew it?"

[In that case, your mouth will probably be torn apart by the sword intent,] An Ye said: [My suggestion is that you induce the power of the law to wrap the sword intent, see if you can separate it, and then send it into your belly wrapped in the law.

.]

[Or ask your wife to try to see if she can make you ignore the damage caused by the sword.]

Zhang Ye decisively chose the latter, after all, his current control over the law is not strong enough to compete with the sword's will.

If you really want to count it out, his law power may only be at the early tenth level, maybe eleventh or second level.

The physical level can reach level 16.

But when he touched it before, the sword easily broke through his defense and left a wound on his hand.

So no surprise, since the power of the law does not exceed level 20, it should not be able to withstand the sword intent, but with Bai's help, it should be possible.

After telling Bai the method, Bai immediately patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me!"

As she spoke, a white light flashed from her body, covering Zhang Ye.

In an instant, Zhang Ye's perspective turned gray again.

It seems that I have entered Bai's world.

Zhang Ye nodded and tentatively placed his hand on the broken edge of the sword.

This time, there were no injuries.

When the sword intent passed through Zhang Ye's palm, there was no feeling at all.

Zhang Ye was overjoyed and immediately opened his mouth.

With the blessing of Bai's power, the law activated by Zhang Ye seemed to be ignored by the sword. Therefore, when the law enveloped the sword, the sword did not move at all and was very calm, just like the surface of the water without any waves.

If Zhang Ye was allowed to do it by himself, this sword power would probably be as powerful as the sea. Give him a few blows.

He quickly used the law to wrap up the sword intention and put it into his belly. Zhang Ye's body immediately began to refine the sword intention like a furnace.

The surrounding spiritual energy and laws began to converge towards Zhang Ye, turning into a whirlpool of spiritual energy and laws with a radius of several miles.

The Chinese warriors who had just landed on the island were immediately surprised when they saw it. They quickly ran towards the center of the island to see what was going on.

But when they saw Zhang Ye, they showed expressions of sudden realization.

The little glutton is eating strangely again.

After all, this is how Zhang Ye digested the abnormality in the past.

Moreover, the video of Zhang Ye eliminating anomalies has been used as a teaching material for the military to study, so there are quite a few people who have seen this movement.

If it's a little glutton, then it should be fine.

Therefore, everyone did not dare to disturb him and watched Zhang Ye sitting cross-legged next to the skull from a distance.

He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness.

He saw a secondary picture.

It was a young man wearing burlap clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old.

He was holding a wooden sword in his hand, and he was waving it constantly, and his sword moves were extremely gorgeous.

He was very proud of his ability at such a young age.

Until one day, he met a man.

The man was dressed in black clothes, his face could not be seen clearly, and he had a long black sword at his waist.

The young man suddenly became interested and shouted that he wanted to have a sword duel with the man.

But the man shook his head and said that his sword moves were flashy and unrealistic, and that there was only a way to death against the real killer sword skills.

The young man didn't believe it until the man cut off the mountain range with a sword.

The young man believed it and wanted to worship that man as his teacher.

But the man just left one sentence: "Keep swinging your sword all the time."

After saying that, he left.

That's it, the young man started swinging the sword. Even when he was eating, drinking, and shitting, he never left his hand with the sword, and he was addicted to swinging the sword all day long.

At the beginning, he still wielded the sword in various ways, which was still very flashy.

But gradually, his tricks became less and less, and his swordsmanship became more and more powerful.

In the end, only the simplest sword moves were left, stabbing, chopping, cutting...

He spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter, his hair gradually grew longer, and his small yard was covered with fallen leaves.ωωw.Bǐqυgétν.℃ǒＭ

He is an orphan and has no one to take care of him, which is why he can practice swordsmanship so freely.

He kept practicing and kept practicing.

Swing the sword a million times, tens of millions, billions of times...

It's like there is no concept of time.

He grew a beard.

From a boy to a young man.

From youth to adulthood.

Finally, from the prime of life to old age.

He is old, very old, so old that the village where he once lived has disappeared.

All that was left was him still swinging his sword.

The hands like dead wood seemed to be unable to hold a drinking bowl steady, but when he picked up the sword, it was like steel claws, motionless.

His sword became slower, very slowly.

How light the wind blows, how light his sword is.

As slowly as the snow falls, so slowly does his sword fall.

Finally, his life is coming to an end.

But he still didn't put down his sword.

Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly danced the sword blade along with the wind and snow.

He seemed to be waiting.

His breathing became slower and slower.

His heartbeat became lighter and lighter.

He is dying.

He is still waiting.

What are you waiting for?

He doesn't know either.

He only knew that he had to swing his sword and keep swinging his sword.

Suddenly, the wind changed, the snow disappeared, and it started to rain instead.
To be continued...