When he first met Ningxia, he didn't react at first. It was just another little kid sent in by the head of the sect to train. I didn't know how many of them he had seen during his stay here.

Watching these teenagers come in one by one and go out completely, occasionally adding a little bit of vitality to the Dao Road shrouded in darkness. Over time, he would even follow his fellow tribes to hide in the dark and tease him before letting them go with satisfaction, which is also considered as their daily pleasure.

The little girl in front of me... is nothing special. The first impression is quite ordinary. She is thin and weak, her breath is not strong enough, and she has a sense of youth. At most, she can only say a slight show. She is the kind of transparent that she must not find in the elite pile.

To be honest, the other party looked a little stupid when they broke in. They were really stupid. They didn't bother to hide in the secret walls, intending to scare the little pitiful. Unexpectedly, the other party was actually a weapon, which made them all stunned. Unexpectedly, the young man is quite tough now.

The sword was still very young, and they could tell at a glance that the other party was probably not as big as theirs, and their consciousness had not even fully generated.

However, that momentum and territory consciousness really made them stunned.

From a distance, I heard the other party warning, with a strong sword energy and a very strong temper. They had been in the tower for many years, and they hadn't encountered this kind of vibrant consciousness.

All the swords were a little amused and cried, thinking that this young sword was too sensitive. They would not steal other people's masters if they wanted to go out, and no one would follow them.

If one person came in, he could take away one, and so many ancient swords would not be left here.

Besides, this one seems to have a belonging now, so I can only take a look. What is this little thing excited?

However, they soon found that they were thinking too simple.

The other party is obviously not only warning, but also declaring and resonating.

Gradually, they also read out the thoughts that each other wanted to convey from the increasingly strong resonance sound.

Become stronger, become stronger... He wants to become stronger.

Nothing can be more experiencing than the sword in his hand.

Ningxia cherishes him, loves him, and also appreciates him. But the other party never treats him as a real spiritual sword.

The consciousness of the Chonghuan Sword Spirit was not long after it was born, and it was just a very fragile consciousness.

Bathed in Ningxia's spiritual power for a long time, he has a natural closeness to Ningxia, like some innate instinct, rooted in the heart of the sword.

It is said that such a sword spirit is most likely to have contact with the sword master. However, it is different from him.

The sword's body is too powerful. Compared with his extremely fragile fragments of consciousness, the sword body has already a very mature system. How to operate the absorbed spiritual power, how to communicate with the sword master, and the spiritual power feedback rate... These are all automatically completed by the sword body. As the core of it, he cannot control these forces, and it is even difficult to use these forces to strengthen the soul.

The inability to self-reliance is equally fatal to the sword. He cannot even freely drive the power of his body to protect Ningxia. Every time he wants to explode with a stronger amount, he will be blocked back by an invisible barrier.

He is too weak.

The shackles are involuntarily. Chonghuan Jian wants to break the shackles that he is now in him and in Ningxia, and wants to truly become the sword in Ningxia's hands, rather than a vague symbol.

If you can't protect her, how can you be called her sword?

His protection of Ningxia is like it is rooted in his original body's closeness, and it comes from instinct.

And there is an excellent opportunity right in front of you.

The sword spirit vaguely felt that this would be his opportunity. That's why he tweeted so desperately, not only an announcement, but also a determination to truly break through himself.

His tenacity and strong demands are what alarmed so many swords appearing. In fact, there has never been such an example since the sword tower opened. In the past, most ancient swords would choose to hide in the dark and secretly observe those humans who belong to them.

Life is boring and depressed, and all the enthusiasm is lost to time. If I hadn't held my breath, I might have broken it off long ago and it was completely gone.

Today, they felt something different from this young spiritual sword, which is hope, indomitableness, and strong determination to move forward.

And this is what they have lost for a long time. For them who have been immersed in the dark for a long time, it is like a small cluster of light, weak but not without burning heat.

The same is true for Wang Jian.

His past was so long that he had long forgotten his memory as a spiritual sword.

Chonghuan Jian's thoughts once again aroused his obsession for many years.

What kind of existence does humans really look like?

Why do all the spiritual swords become crazy and paranoid for them, and they also begin to fight for what they are. What kind of existence they are for humans?

Looking at the other party's confused expression, Wang Jian knew that his problem might not be able to be fully answered. Of course, there might be no need because he seemed to have understood something a little.

"You have to work hard. She doesn't seem to understand..." Wang Jian said suddenly, the meaning is unclear. Ning Xia was confused when he heard it, but found that the other party did not seem to be talking to her.

Feeling the rising air waves, she lowered her head slightly, and the Chonghuan Jian broke free from the sword group and swam to her.

Then Ningxia heard two weak buzzing sounds from the Chonghuan Sword, as if responding to something.

Wang Jian didn't say anything else, and the hilt of the sword shimmered slightly and said to Ningxia: "The time is almost over. Since you already have the spiritual sword in your life, you can go directly over this section. I will send you to the central array point for formal training. I hope you can take care of it."

Ningxia felt nervous when she heard this, she knew that the real test was coming. After all, such a forbidden area guarded by heavy troops could not be just a spiritual sword amusement park.

"Everyone, stop turning, go back to your own position." Wang Jian said sternly to the other side, as if scolding something. The ancient sword, which was originally wandering up and down, disappeared in an instant, and was almost in Ningxia and could not even capture a residual image.

Now there is only one man and two swords standing in the dim space.

"It's time for me to leave, I wish you all the best." The silver-white sword body began to emit a faint halo, and the sword body began to blur, and soon only half of the afterimage was left.

Ningxia was not as good as to come back from the sudden silence, and the other party's figure was almost unable to see it. She subconsciously shouted: "I don't know if you have a name..."

"nameless."

As the last faint byte dissipates in the air, the last halo disappears completely.
Chapter completed!