Chapter 646 My Life Forges Your Sword, and Your Heart Inherits Me, Saying,

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Xu Han frowned and opened his eyes. He looked at the old man beside him and asked in confusion, "Why?"

The expression on Wang Yangming's face was also somewhat grave. He looked up and down at Xu Han as if he was looking at a strange thing.

"I've already used secret techniques to continuously infuse the berserk sword intent in the Mausoleum of the Sword into your body. Even an idiot of the Sword Dao can more or less condense the embryonic form of the Sword Spirit as long as he can withstand this sword intent."

"Why can't you?" Wang Yangming seemed to be asking and muttering to himself.

Xu Han shrugged his shoulders. He thought about the two days of sitting cross-legged in the Mausoleum of the Sword, but he didn't get anything. He could only helplessly admit one fact: "Perhaps I'm not even an idiot in the Dao of the Sword."

At that time, Wang Yangming reached out and pressed his hand on his shoulder. A vast sword intent immediately poured into Xu Han's body. Xu Han could not react and could only let the sword intent enter his body. After a hundred breaths of time, Wang Yangming frowned and withdrew his hand. He also withdrew the sword intent that was swimming in Xu Han's body.

"Did Martial Uncle see anything?" Xu Han asked.

"There is an incomparably strong will in your body. It prevents your intent from condensing into spirit." Wang Yangming said in a deep voice, but surprisingly, he did not ask Xu Han what the will in his body was.

Xu Han was also surprisingly calm towards this answer. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "It seems like this disciple is unable to condense into a sword spirit. He really failed to live up to Martial Uncle's teachings."

Wang Yangming stared at Xu Han with his muddy eyes. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "No, I can definitely do it."

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In the battlefield outside the Sword Mausoleum, the slaughter continued.

The sword intent enveloping the battlefield was so dense that it almost condensed into substance. Those were the things emitted by the dead sword spirits and divine swords. They were like vengeful souls that had died, crying and howling.

When Xu Han heard what Wang Yangming said, his pupils suddenly dilated. At this moment, the ferocious-looking old man caused a chill in Xu Han's heart. He was suddenly unsure if the old man in front of him was the kind-hearted old man Canghai Liu and Mo Chen Zi spoke of.

The sword spirits were still dying in battle, but the old man remained motionless.

And just a few breaths later, The old man suddenly reached out his hand and shook it in the air. Meng Liang, Qin Keqing, and even Xuan'er and Aowu, who were bathed in bloodshed in the battlefield, all flew backwards to Xu Han's side involuntarily under his grasp. Then, a sword light sprinkled down, and a sword formation filled their surroundings, firmly trapping them.

Meng Liang, who had fallen to the ground, stood up awkwardly. He looked at Wang Yangming and asked in confusion, "Old man, what are you going to do?"

The old man did not answer this question. Instead, he said, '"These 36,000 sword spirits absorb the sword intent in the mausoleum day and night. The power contained within is incomparably vast. At this moment, all the sword spirits have died in battle. All the sword intent has gathered here. This sword intent is created by the sword spirit, and contains its own spirit body. I will use this sword intent to infuse your two bodies. You two can condense out of the sword spirit and even break free from the shackles of heaven and earth and ascend to the Immortal Realm!"

"What?" Meng Liang's expression changed when he heard this.

On the other hand, Xu Han's eyes lit up with anger. He remembered the conversation he had with Wang Yangming in the depths of the Sword Mausoleum that day, and then asked incredulously, "Did you do all this just to condense me into a Sword Spirit?"

Facing the questioning of the two of them, Wang Yangming's expression was as indifferent as ever, "Only by becoming an immortal will you be able to defend this fierce sword."

His tone was so calm that it was difficult to question his words. It was so calm that people almost ignored the fact that tens of thousands of sword spirits were sacrificing their lives.

The more this happened, the more Xu Han felt that the old man in front of him was so unfamiliar...

"What am I going to do with such an immortal made of flesh and blood?" Xu Leng's expression darkened as he asked with a calm brow.

Wang Yangming calmly responded to Xu Han's question, "The Sword Spirit is not a human."

After saying this, Xu Han's expression suddenly changed. Although the Sword Spirit was not a real person, it possessed intelligence and could even talk to others. Could such an existence really look down on his life and death just because he said, "He is not a human"?

Xu Han could not accept this logic. "So what?" He said.

"Life and death are not important to the Sword Spirit. You are not the Sword Spirit and you will never understand this. You just need to accept this gift quietly and be worthy of it." Wang Yangming said indifferently.

"You're also not a Sword Spirit. Do you really understand that they don't care about their own lives?" Xu Han's tone grew a bit louder. He naturally understood that this was not the best time to start an internal conflict. However, after experiencing the twinning of dragons and snakes in Chang'an City, Xu Han felt extreme about how he could use his own wishful thinking to determine the life and death of others.

Moreover, Wang Yangming wanted him to use the sword spirit's sword intent to nourish his body and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

In Xu Han's opinion, what was the difference between such an action and the ghost that ate human flesh and blood?

Thinking of the hostility in Xu Han's eyes, he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he stopped.

He widened his eyes. Looking at the old man, it was as if he had seen the most inconceivable thing in the world. At that time, Wang Yangming's body suddenly began to weaken. Only then did Xu Han see clearly that this old man called the number one sword immortal in the world did not have any physical body. His body was also formed from boundless sword intent. He did not have a physical body, and he was also a sword spirit! ! !

At that moment, Xu Han's mind was in turmoil, and his chest felt as if it had been heavily hammered, and he couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Sword spirit, it's a sword, it's a spirit."

"They are good, and I am good. Both of them carry the will of the swordsman back then. We have lived in the Mausoleum of the Swords for year after year. We are lonely, we are dusty, and we are thinking about the appearance of the swordsman back then."

"We were born because of them, but we can't die for them."

"We can only follow their wishes and guard the mausoleum of the sword and the fierce sword. Nothing else is more important to us than this."

"Take this gift and protect the Vicious Sword. This is the best respect for the Sword Spirit."

As Wang Yangming spoke, the sword intent between heaven and earth began to surge. Vaguely, figures appeared behind him one after another. They were either male or female, old or young. They stood together as if a celestial had descended into the world. The corners of their mouths were filled with a smile, and their eyebrows were filled with calm.

They looked at Xu Han and Meng Liang as if they were looking at the swordsman from back then.

As a result, they opened their mouths and their voices converged together, like the murmurs of a sage, like the sound of the heavens.

"My fate is to forge your sword. Your heart is mine."

"This path is endless. What do you mean I'm dead?"