"Hierarch Chen is right. Now, even if Chief Yan is willing to use this sword, I'm not willing to take it," Wang Jian looked at Chen Luoyang who was above him, "I have a burden in my heart, so I can't use the mystery of this sword."
"So, you're here to help me get rid of this burden?" Chen Luoyang's tone was indifferent, "You're overestimating yourself."
Wang Jian said, "If I really can't see Chief Yan's sword, it's indeed a pity. But it's because of you, Hierarch Chen, that there's this ultimate sword. You're the source. Fighting with you, I might be able to experience the feeling of Chief Yan painstakingly creating that sword."
His tone was still calm.
Wang Jian looked at Chen Luoyang, "Victory, defeat, death, I don't mind. I only hope to experience the ultimate glory of swordsmanship and the most wonderful principles. Even if this road of life is short, I have no regrets."
After saying that, he stood up unhurriedly and faced Chen Luoyang.
"To be honest, I'm more worried about another point.
I don't know what method you used to recover faster than the Pavilion Master after the battle with him. But from the looks of it, Hierarch Chen, I'm afraid you haven't fully recovered and haven't returned to your peak state.
Are you still the Demon Emperor that Chief Yan desperately chased after?
Compared to my life and death, I'm more concerned about this. Can I feel the pressure from Hierarch Chen that caused that sword to be born? "
"Wrong." Chen Luoyang's expression was calmer than Wang Jian's, "Of course, a dead person can't challenge the next opponent. But even if I'm merciful and spare your life, you still can't fulfill your wish."
Wang Jian frowned.
"You've helped your opponent find the burden in his heart," Chen Luoyang's tone was indifferent and he asked indifferently, "What about you?"
Wang Jian's face was expressionless.
Seeing that, Chen Luoyang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
There was a contradiction in the Sword Emperor in front of him.
He was infatuated with the way of the sword and was completely focused on it.
Chen Luoyang believed that the other party was willing and willing to dedicate his life to the path of the sword.
His Sword Dao was a merciless sword without any distractions.
Wind and sea rain, I am swaying.
He had no wives, no children, and almost no friends.
If this was a lone swordsman who traveled the world alone with a sword, Chen Luoyang would not find it strange.
But not Wang Jian.
He was the master of the Wang family of Donghai.
The Wang family of Donghai had more than a thousand direct and collateral descendants.
In such a large family, whether it was the honor or disgrace, or the safety of the family, to a certain extent, it was all tied to the family head, Wang Jian.
According to the intelligence collected by the Devil religion, Wang Jian, the patriarch of the family, was only in charge of major events and almost never interfered with the daily affairs of the Wang family. However, Lu Province and the East Sea were almost equivalent to the Wang family's independent kingdom. Everyone knew that the key was him.
Not to mention anything else, if it were not for this Sword Emperor, the storm that Emperor Xia suppressed the aristocratic families four years ago would not have ended so easily.
To put it in a hot-blooded way, some people's swords were for love and for protection.
The more things they carried, the more it became their motivation and made them stronger.
However, Wang Jian's sword was obviously not in this category.
His sword did not walk the path of killing and exterminating.
It was more that he watched the tide and practiced his swordsmanship, savoring the ruthlessness of nature.
Under the typhoon and the tsunami, the raging waves would not detour or lessen because of a special person.
Love and protection had nothing to do with each other.
He was now carrying a large family of people behind him, which was contrary to his own Sword Dao.
Through the conversation just now, Chen Luoyang once again confirmed that his Sword Dao had not changed.
Then, for some reason, Wang Jian had never let go of these obstacles.
Chen Luoyang believed that Wang Jian was well aware of his own problems.
"You can't cut the shackles on your sword, do you want me to do it for you?" He indifferently looked at the Sword Emperor in front of him.
Wang Jian's eyes narrowed.
In the hall, the temperature suddenly dropped.
The air became moist, as if there was wind echoing.
Since the Sword Emperor appeared, his emotions were the first to fluctuate.
Chen Luoyang tried his best to stabilize his state of mind.
His expression was leisurely, as if he was not moved at all.
"Hierarch Chen doesn't need to worry about this," Wang Jian said softly.
Chen Luoyang casually said, "Before this, your improvement, no matter what realm, was always a step every two years, never late. But now you are stagnant, you know the reason."
Wang Jian was silent.
Chen Luoyang looked at him in Silence.
From a certain point of view, Wang Jian's speed of improvement was actually very abnormal.
Anyone who practiced martial arts was fast at first, then slow.
The higher the realm, the harder it was to improve.
With Wang Jian's speed of improvement in the first few realms, his improvement in the later stages was abnormally fast.
With his speed of improvement in the later stages, his improvement in the earlier stages was abnormally slow.
Perhaps, the "slow" in the earlier stages created the "fast" in the later stages?
Chen Luoyang secretly observed Wang Jian while thinking quickly.
Slowly, he said, "Those who neglect the roots to pursue the end are the most stupid. Wang Jian, I admire your courage and your pious pursuit of martial arts, but the current you is not qualified to be my opponent. "
Wang Jian calmed down, listening to Chen Luoyang's words, he did not get angry.
Facing a young man less than half his age judging him so condescendingly, Wang Jian also did not overreact.
He calmly said, "I've let Hierarch Chen see me make a fool of myself. I have practiced the sword all my life only to understand the pinnacle of the way of the sword, but I never thought I would become a sword.
In the end, I am still human, and some human emotions are unavoidable.
In the past, thanks to the old patriarch's favor, I am who I am today, so it is natural that I take on this burden.
This is not a shackle, I prefer to call it a grindstone. "
"You know what it is." Chen Luoyang had a somewhat ruminating expression as he sized up Wang Jian, "I am somewhat interested in your way of the sword now, but it is still not the current you. You still need to be tempered, and I hope you will not disappoint me in the future."
His fingers lightly tapped on the armrest of his chair, he shook his head slightly, "Zhe Xiu was defeated by my hands in the past, and I often heard that he endured hardships and trained hard, so I gave him a second chance to challenge me, but the result …"
A faint look of disappointment flashed across Chen Luoyang's face.
Wang Jian said calmly, "Zhe Xiu is Zhe Xiu, and I am me."
Chen Luoyang could see that the other's fighting spirit had not disappeared.
As expected, such a person would not be easily swayed by a few words.
However, for the sake of his own follow-up methods, the necessary foreplay was still necessary.
Facing Wang Jian, he smiled faintly.
"You have already disappointed me."
Wang Jian furrowed his brows.
Chen Luoyang swept a glance over Wang Jian, "You think you are helping your opponent clear away the worries in his heart? You are ridiculously wrong. You need to understand one thing first. Only the victor between the two of you has the qualifications to challenge me. "
He extended a hand, his finger lightly tapping twice on the table beside him, "Your opponent has already passed the initial test. What about you?"
Wang Jian's gaze fell on the table beside Chen Luoyang.
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