In the sword world, or in the stalemate position between the sword world and the outside world, Chen Fei had reached a contract similar to cooperation with the human pan-conscious mixed Alaya consciousness. After receiving the information transmitted by the Alaya consciousness with his eyes, even his face was a little happy. He smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, Fei is grateful. If I attain enlightenment in the future, I will definitely free your consciousness from the sword world itself."

Hearing Chen Fei's promise, the invisible consciousness of Alaya consciousness obviously had some joyful fluctuations, and he approached Chen Fei slightly. Chen Fei also let go of his own consciousness control, as if he was controlling a spiritual sword and connected with the consciousness fluctuations of Alaya consciousness. He closed his eyes slightly and felt a trembling in his heart. The consciousness was like flying towards the clouds, looking down at the entire world from the perspective of God! Moreover, it seemed that he could sense the existence of all the human races living in the sword world at this time, no, or the existence of human-shaped life!

This is the power of the Alaya consciousness, the hybrid of pan-human consciousness!

After reaching the consciousness of a demigod, he found the elites of all races he brought back then. The sword marks printed on them for insurance still existed. Moreover, none of these people were killed or injured in this century! And just by relying on their vague perception, Chen Fei could judge their growth over the years!

Be honest, it is worthy of being called a genius of swordsmanship!

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and Chen Fei followed the vague connection and whispered in his heart:

"Everyone, a hundred years have passed, but still remember your homeland?"

Sword Realm, Holy Calendar 101.

Originally, the Shushan realm in China, the Sword Hall branch, and the Sword Ancestral Hall.

Elder Pavilion!

Stuart Smith ended his internal energy cultivation that he had been diligently practicing every day, slowly exhaled the last breath of turbid air in his body, slowly opened his eyes, and a blood-colored cold light flashed through his gray pupils, which was the high-level sword technique belonging to the Sword Palace Sword Ancestral Hall, and the external manifestation of the practice of Blood Evil Sword Art to reach an extremely high level! Feeling the surging and sharp power fluctuations in his body, Stuart Smith sighed slightly - he was originally just an extremely ordinary member of the Abyss Human Clan, with a weak physique, and his fighting spirit cultivation was even more unsatisfactory. He had only a fanatical feeling for the sword. He originally thought that his life had passed by in a daze until that day, until that day, he was brought to another person!

For him, such emotion was just a matter of a moment. After the breath in his body eased, he directly raised the giant sword that never left his body, put it on his back, stepped out of his attic with great strides, and went straight to the place where he practiced his sword. All the disciples along the way leaned over and saluted respectfully when they saw him. After getting up, they looked at the reliable back as mountains, and their eyes were full of fanatical longing.

The youngest elder in Jianzu Hall!

The only strong man who practiced the Killing God Bai Qi - the Blood Evil Sword Technique and successfully practiced the Blood Evil Sword Intent! The sword technique of one giant sword is almost back to the realm of returning to nature. When he slashed horizontally and vertically, he was full of murderous aura. He once fought for a sword cultivator with a level one higher than his cultivation. He was strong and heavy, and extremely upright. If the giant sword was not sheathed, he would return with blood when he was released!

Legendary Swordsman, known as Blood Evil Sword!

Clang!

With a clear sound, the giant sword with a very blood demon style landed on the ground. Although it was still sheathed, the terrifying sharpness and blood evil spirit were extremely clear. Almost in an instant, no disciple dared to stand within dozens of feet around this area, but they were not dissatisfied at all. Instead, they surrounded them with great excitement. Many female disciples looked at the cold man and looked intoxicated!

The surrounding environment did not affect Stuart's condition at all. He took a deep breath. The terrifying sword light suddenly burst out, and the horizontal slash was extremely ordinary, but he had his own temperament and could not be underestimated. As the swordsman gradually unfolded, the terrifying blood-colored murderous aura spread silently, making the disciples' faces pale, their legs tremble, but their eyes became more and more fanatical.

Kill all directions in anger!

Fight against the world with blood!

Slash the King with the Sword!

With the swordsmanship, Stuart's heart did not have a trace of original pleasure, but became more and more irritable, puzzled, worried, and even a faint fear almost forced his heart to explode-

‘That person once said that he would take us back to his hometown in a hundred years!’

‘But a hundred years have passed, where are you...’

Zheng ~

The giant sword slashed horizontally, and the strong wind roared out like a dragon, causing a wave of spiritual energy. Stuart's face gradually became a little ferocious. Due to the ferociousness of pain, the last sword slashed down vertically. The strong wind entangled on the sword body turned into substance, mixed with murderous aura and slashed out, making a low and solemn buzzing sound in the air. Stuart gradually knelt on the ground and gasped heavily, and there was a confusion in his pupils.

For that goal, he practiced swordsmanship day and night!

He chose the most powerful but also the most dangerous inheritance of swordsmanship!

He went to fight and kill the most brutal enemies.

He took his life as his consent.

"But...where are you..."

With a slight whisper, Stuart slowly stood up, and casually pushed the giant sword against his shoulders, walking towards the mission list, but his steps were extremely tired, but at this moment, a strange but extremely familiar voice sounded directly in his heart.

A shallow but confident. There has never been a trace of change.

It’s like traveling through time. “Everyone, a hundred years have passed, but still remember your homeland?”

A very plain sentence made the famous legendary swordsman Xuesha Jian's body stiff in an instant. Then, the young disciples of the Sword Ancestral Hall saw Stuart Smith, the youngest elder of the Sword Ancestral Hall, the descendant of the killing god Bai Qi, and the famous legendary swordsman Xuesha Jian laughed like a madman. The blood-shaking sword energy on his body was so sharp that it was as solid as it was, killing him cleanly that he had been dying for the past year. The ecstatic and joyful laughter came out of the mouth of this calm and calm man!

"Hahahaha, general! A hundred years have passed, and we are here, waiting for the military order! But if you drive, you will never refuse!" Amid the laughter, Stuart Smith directly set up a sword light and fled towards the place that appeared in his heart at a terrifying speed that almost exceeded the limit.

"That day, the scarlet sword light rose like a dragon, rendering a sky.

Never return.”
Chapter completed!