The Strongest Soldier in the City

The old monk continued to mutter to himself: "You said that the legend of the Chen family will definitely continue. Even if the luck of the Chen family is no longer with you, Chen Xiantu, someone will be born with greater luck. It will definitely continue.”

The old monk looked at the stars in the night sky with eyes full of memories and said, "You want me to have another bet with you."

"I didn't agree at that time, not because I was afraid of losing, but... I hoped you were right." The old monk said.

This night, he stayed here for a long, long time, muttering to himself all the time, as if he was having a conversation with someone.

Talking about many, many things in the past.

However, the old monk’s soliloquy tonight is destined not to be heard by anyone else in this world.

That night, Chen Liuhe had a dream, a very long dream.

In the dream, he saw an old man. The old man was tall and tall, standing tall and tall.

The old man stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back. Chen Liuhe was watching from a distance. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to step forward to take a closer look and see the old man's face, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't get close to the old man.

There is always a hundred meters distance between the two.

That back figure was so majestic and mighty, and the aura revealed invisibly was as if it could soar to the sky, making everything appear humble, and they couldn't help but prostrate themselves under this back figure.

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

It was as if a sea of ​​blood had descended into the world, dyeing the sky and earth red.

And the old man stood under the bloody sky, with his feet on the bloody earth, standing between heaven and earth, arrogant.

Suddenly, the old man started to move. He waved casually, and the sea of ​​blood filled the sky like huge waves. The bloody sky seemed to be shaking, and the earth was shaking.

Countless rays of light flew down from the clouds and danced in the empty sky and earth.

At this moment, the sword was like rain, as if it was going to destroy everything. Wherever it passed, no grass grew, and even the space was broken inch by inch...

This scene was too scary, so scary that it made people's scalp numb. Chen Liuhe was frightened and his pupils shrank violently.

He was immersed in the violent scene that contained the aura of destruction. He couldn't extricate himself for a long time, and there was a huge wave in his heart.

Blood Sea Sword Intent! Is this the power of the Blood Sea Sword Intent after the Mahayana? Can it change the color of heaven and earth?

Just when Chen Liuhe was thinking this.

Suddenly, the astonishing scene in front of him disappeared without any warning.

Chen Liuhe, who was lying on the bed, woke up with a start and stood up suddenly.

He was already sweating profusely.

The look of terror on his face and eyes still hadn't disappeared, it was extremely strong.

Obviously, the dream just now was still echoing 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 fear.

"What's going on with this dream? It's too real. Who is the old man in the dream? Is that kind of vision of heaven and earth really caused by the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood? That's too incredible." Chen Liuhe He kept taking deep breaths and mumbling to himself, unable to calm down.

He raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his head.

The old man in the dream left such a deep impression on Chen Liuhe. His shocking majesty was something Chen Liuhe had never seen before, and his majestic posture seemed to be challenging God.

He just stood there and put his hands behind his back, showing an invincible posture.

"Who is that old man? Is he really my damn grandfather?" Chen Liuhe murmured, thinking this way.

Immediately, he couldn't help but laugh.

He had never seen his dead ghost grandfather. He would dream of an old man in his dreams, and he just made them up.

As for his dead ghost grandfather who entrusted him with the dream, it was impossible for Chen Liuhe to believe such mysterious ghost logic.

Perhaps, there really are such mysterious things in this world that cannot be explained using normal principles, but Chen Liuhe was still hesitant to believe it!

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

He thought of the bloody scene of sword light that he saw in his dream. The world was covered in blood. It was so shocking!

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

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

Let alone seeing it before, he had never thought about it before!

Chen Liuhe kept recalling the moment when the old man waved his arm in his mind, and thought about it repeatedly.

That simple wave of the arm contains a wonderful secret that encompasses so many things that Chen Liuhe seemed to have a clear understanding.

The impact of that moment was constantly replaying in his mind, as if he could gain some understanding from it.

As everyone knows, Chen Liuhe sat there for a whole morning, and the only picture in his mind was that moment of waving his arms.

For a whole morning, he was just immersed in this simple action, and he was delving into its profound meaning!

Finally, Chen Liuhe's eyes became clearer and he came out of his thoughts.

There was an unspeakable excitement in his eyes, and his face was filled with joy.

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

Without saying a word, Chen Liuhe grabbed the "drink" placed on the bedside and rushed out, heading straight for the cliff and rocks.

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

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

The sword glow was like a startling giant, soaring under the scorching sun, as if it was trying to cover up all the flames.

"No! It doesn't feel like that. The momentum is different, completely different." Chen Liuhe frowned deeply. This sword was different from what he imagined.

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

Blood Sea Sword Intent is actually not a one-tap sword move.

More of a trend! A kind of artistic conception!

When the Blood Sea Sword Intent can be understood thoroughly, the sword's power will be so powerful that it will be extremely terrifying!

At the same time, it can also evolve countless sword moves!

This is the true meaning of the Blood Sea Sword Intent. There is no way to win without a move, and there is no way to recruit a million moves!

Chen Liuhe has been waving the blood-red sword, slashing out with a sword.

It tore apart the space and cut off the air, as if it was going to compete with the blazing sun. The scene was fierce and violent!

He worked tirelessly all afternoon, as if he didn't know what fatigue meant, and kept repeating the same action!

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

He has been looking for that feeling, but he is just a little bit close, as if he is about to catch it, but he just can't catch it.