But suddenly, the locking movement slowly stopped again.

"Is this...an epiphany?"

Xiao Ting was in a very strange state at the moment. He should have been seriously injured by Jiang Taixu, but he was struggling to support himself with only an unwilling will. All his battles so far were shown over and over again in his eyes.

screen.

"I haven't been able to kill Jiang Taixu with the sword, and I haven't been able to avenge my parents and relatives. How can I die? How can I die with dignity?"

There was a strange bloody wind, blowing the hair from the corners of Xiao Ting's eyes and drifting back.

Xiao Ting's eyes suddenly calmed down at this moment, like a pool of lake water, calm. But if you look carefully, you will find that deep in his eyes, there are pictures flickering.

That was the scene when Xiao Ting met the mysterious old man for the first time in Xuanyuan Valley, when he used the "Three Thousand Swords" for Xiao Ting.

Since Xiao Ting learned the "Three Thousand Swords", every time he used it, he was half-assed, or a simplified version of the "Three Thousand Swords". Because of his lack of cultivation and realm, he really couldn't understand the true meaning of it.

, releasing the true and complete version of the Three Thousand Techniques intact.

But today, Xiao Ting was forced into a desperate situation by Jiang Taixu, but unexpectedly, Xiao Ting entered a special state. Xiao Ting's eyes kept flashing when the mysterious old man used the "Three Thousand Swords"

He clearly remembers every breath, every heartbeat of the old man, and even every flash of sword light.

Then, Xiao Ting suddenly slowly closed his eyes.

He realized it.

He gently opened his hands, and above his head, countless rays of starlight fell down, covering Xiao Ting who was covered with bruises.

Just when the world-destroying sickle was about to cut off Xiao Ting's head, a voice came out of Xiao Ting's mouth, as if it was a divine guide.
Chapter completed!