Chapter 1782

In order to cut through the cracks in the space, Mr. Sanfeng paid for his life. Although Han Zhen didn't know Mr. Sanfeng 700 years ago, he still praised him.

Since ancient times, real people have been pursuing Tao with swords.

Benefit from one side of the world, but also protect one side of the world.

Even if the practitioners go against the heaven, they must bear the responsibility of the heaven and the earth.

Han Zhen also knows that what Sanfeng Zhenren did 700 years ago will be what he will face.

This is a long time ago.

Han Zhen is in a trance, remembering the memory of his previous life, and is deeply involved in it for a moment.

"The great achievements of immortal Sanfeng are mostly related to the real martial arts sword..." Taoist Chen Yun is still explaining these legends to Han Zhen. Since the day of Taoist Chen Yun's cultivation, some people have repeatedly talked about them in his ears.

Although it is not a fact, it has become a deep memory of Taoist.

And he, too, is telling these memories to others over and over again.

"Yes, it is indeed a great achievement!" Han Zhenshun goes on with the words of the dust cloud Taoist.

"Mr. Han also believes in the legend of Taoism, which is very good. Although it's only a legend, it's also credible. For example, the scene of cutting through the void on that day was recorded by the observation of the surrounding people. " Dust clouds, Taoist faces show surprise, this kind of legend, others just as ethereal conversation, few people will really believe.

With Han Zhen's strength and vision, he even believes this. And this means that the Taoist legend is recognized, and the dust cloud Taoist is very happy.

Han Zhen was pleasantly surprised when he heard the story.

People all think that these legends are just false, but they can't think of the blood and sacrifice contained in them.

Han Zhen's mood is more disappointed, silently said: "of course!"

"If Mr. Han has finished observing Zhenwu sword, let me show it again." The dust cloud Taoist said respectfully.

After all, Zhenwu sword is very valuable.

Han Zhen stroked the Zhenwu sword in his hand. On the Zhenwu sword, the residual spiritual power seemed to roar. Want to break away from Han Zhen's divine consciousness, and rush to the sky again.

Han Zhen's divine sense pacifies the irascible spiritual forces and makes them calm again.

Han Zhen doesn't want this residual spiritual power to be cut off.

Although Han Zhen doesn't know why Ning xuanchen came to snatch the Zhenwu sword, he has some vague expectations that one day, this Zhenwu sword will be cut to the wing clan again.

"I'll do it!" Han Zhen said quietly.

Dust cloud Taoist Leng for a while, then said: "Mr. Han want to show their own real martial arts sword, that naturally can."

Han Zhen came forward and raised his Zhenwu sword with both hands. His face was solemn. Put this treasure, which has been silent for more than 700 years, on the original base again.

The spiritual power above the Zhenwu sword was shocked suddenly and then fell silent.

"Ah Dust cloud Taoist suddenly exclaimed.

"What's the matter, Taoist dust cloud?" After the dust cloud, other Taoists immediately asked with concern.

"I seem to see the Zhenwu sword. It lights up for a moment." Dust cloud Taoist slightly hesitated to say.

"Light up?" The faces of other Taoists are a little strange, because Zhenwu sword is only a pure blade, there is no special place.

"Well!" Dust cloud Taoist nodded, and then his face became hesitant again: "maybe, it's just my illusion."