Chapter 310: Eight Great Sword Intentions

The eight pictures on the sword inheritance stone tablet are exactly the same. Lin Chen's consciousness is immersed in it, and the surrounding scenes are turning again.

It is still drizzling in the sky, and the sky is dark. There is still a middle-aged man in white holding a sharp sword in his right hand on the top of a mountain that is unknown how far away.

Lin Chen's consciousness just appeared in this time, and the middle-aged man in white immediately slashed with a sword.

An overwhelming breath of time surged.

The middle-aged man in white's sword is very simple, even more exaggerated than the first picture, but under this sword, Lin Chen instantly saw that the whole world stopped!

The falling raindrops stopped in the air, the wind and clouds stopped, the lightning kept flashing, and even Lin Chen's consciousness was slightly stagnant, as if it was about to stop.

Everything stopped, except the sword of the middle-aged man in white.

With one sword, the space collapsed and the world was destroyed.

The consciousness fell silent again. In a blink of an eye, Lin Chen opened his eyes and returned to the hall. His face was still pale. "What a powerful sword of time!"

The first picture is the sword of destruction, and the second picture is the sword of time.

"Once the sword of time comes out, even the consciousness can be stagnant, and the body can't move at all." Lin Chen's mind was full of the figure of the middle-aged man in white.

Take a deep breath, Lin Chen continued to look at the six pictures below.

The consciousness entered the second picture, the middle-aged man in white slashed with a sword, and the breath of death covered the world, the grass and trees withered, and the space collapsed. This third picture is the sword of death.

The fourth picture, the middle-aged man in white fell with a sharp sword, and a majestic, upright and immortal breath enveloped this space. This fourth picture is the immortal sword.

The fifth picture is the sword of darkness. With a sword out, the world instantly returned to darkness.

The sixth picture is the sword of light,

The seventh picture is the sword of absolute killing,

The eighth picture is the sword of killing. Draw the sword, there will be blood!

Eight pictures, eight kinds of great sword intent.

After watching the artistic conception of the eight pictures, Lin Chen's face was pale and bloodless. You should know that observing the sword intent in these eight pictures is like experiencing it yourself. If other warriors experience these eight sword intents eight times in a row, they may vomit blood and die on the spot. Even though Lin Chen's soul power is strong, he still feels overwhelmed.

Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing the palpitations in his heart, Lin Chen began to ponder.

"Eight kinds of sword intent, each has its own special."

While watching the eight artistic conceptions, Lin Chen was also thinking about what kind of sword intent he should choose to practice. There are eight kinds of destruction, time, death, immortality, darkness, light, absolute killing, and killing. To be honest, Lin Chen really wants to practice all of them, but warriors have limited energy after all. If they practice all of them, it will not only be difficult to improve their strength, but it will also waste time.

Specializing in one is the truth.

"There are many kinds of sword intent, all derived from the eight sword intents. Among the eight sword intents, the one that suits me best should be the sword intent of destruction!"

A warrior should have a heart that is brave and fearless of difficulties. And the sword intent of destruction, with one sword out, everything is destroyed, which is very consistent with Lin Chen's mentality. Not only that, the first picture Lin Chen watched was the sword intent of destruction, and the middle-aged man in white clothes' sword of destruction left a deep impression on Lin Chen.

"It's the sword intent of destruction!"

Having made up his mind, Lin Chen no longer hesitated, and his consciousness entered the first picture of the sword intent of destruction again.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was a drizzle in the sky, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. On the peak of the distant mountain, the middle-aged man in white stood motionless with a sharp sword in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Lin Chen frowned. When he was observing the eight pictures before, his consciousness had just entered this time, and the middle-aged man in white clothes would immediately perform sword skills. At this moment, the middle-aged man in white did not move at all.

"For countless years, fifteen people have inherited the sword art."

Just when Lin Chen was confused, a peaceful voice suddenly came out, and the middle-aged man in white on the top of the peak suddenly turned around slowly and faced Lin Chen head-on.

Seeing that the middle-aged man in white was actually talking to him, Lin Chen was shocked. The middle-aged man in white in the picture can actually speak? So, what is going on with Lin Chen now?

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but was surprised to find that he couldn't speak at all.

"This middle-aged man in white..." Lin Chen's heart suddenly moved, and his eyes looked at the middle-aged man in white. This time, he was surprised to find that he could see the appearance of the middle-aged man in white clearly at a glance.

The middle-aged man in white had a square face and looked no different from ordinary people. The only difference was that there was a small sword engraved in the center of his eyebrows.

Lin Chen remembered the appearance of the middle-aged man in white clothes deeply, but he didn't need to remember it, Lin Chen could recognize this middle-aged man in white clothes. The small sword in his forehead was too conspicuous. There must be no other person in the world who would have a small sword in his forehead.

The middle-aged man in white clothes seemed to be talking to himself, "Fifteen people have accepted the inheritance of the sword, but no one can read all eight pictures of the inheritance of the sword. You can do it, which is very good."

"So, I will tell you something you should know."

At this point, the middle-aged man in white clothes paused, "No matter what the sword intention is, it is collectively called sword intention."

Lin Chen listened silently.

For countless years, only fifteen people have accepted the inheritance of the sword?

But think about it, the inheritance land has existed for a long time, and it is opened once every five thousand years. Every time it is opened, a large number of warriors will enter the inheritance land, and then enter the inheritance hall one after another, wanting to obtain the inheritance inside. But it is not so easy to obtain inheritance. When Zhuge Hong and others entered the inheritance hall, there were still ten people, but now, there are only five people and one beast left.

This is when Lin Chen tried his best to help, otherwise they would have died in the hands of the ice dragon on the first floor.

For countless years, there are very few warriors who can pass the first five floors and successfully reach the sixth floor. And there are 108 kinds of inheritance in the sixth floor, with a wide variety of types. If it is spread out, it is already very good for 15 people to accept the inheritance for one inheritance.

Lin Chen's mental arithmetic ability is extremely strong, and he quickly thought out this problem. But what really makes him curious is the trace of regret left by the middle-aged man in white on the stone tablet.

There is no doubt that the middle-aged man in white before him was just a trace of the original thought of the great power who left the inheritance. Since it was just a trace of remnant thought, why could he sense Lin Chen, and then say so much to Lin Chen, and even clearly remember that before Lin Chen, there were fifteen people who accepted the inheritance?

"A trace of thought can actually sense all this clearly. The means of the ancient great power are indeed powerful!"

Lin Chen was shocked.

The middle-aged man in white looked at Lin Chen indifferently, expressionless, "Your fifteen brothers and sisters chose the other seven of the eight sword intents, but did not choose the sword intent of destruction."

"The sword intent is divided into nine levels. With each level increase, the power of the sword intent will increase dramatically. Since you have chosen the sword intent of destruction, then practice well. I hope you can carry forward the sword of destruction."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in white held the sword in his right hand and moved slowly. When Lin Chen heard the words of the middle-aged man in white, he was even more confused. Fifteen brothers and sisters? And why didn't they choose the sword intent of destruction? Is there something special about the sword intent of destruction?

Lin Chen was very confused, but soon, his attention was attracted by the sword swinging by the middle-aged man in white. The middle-aged man in white finished what he had to say, and then he used his sword one by one on the peak.

Unlike the previous middle-aged man in white who destroyed this world with one sword, this time he used his sword one by one, and every time the sword fell, there would be a breath of destruction flowing out. The speed of the middle-aged man in white swinging his sword became faster and faster, and the breath of destruction around him became thicker and thicker. After a while, the entire peak of the mountain was full of sword shadows, and this world was shrouded in a large amount of sword intent of destruction. As the sword intent of destruction covered the entire space, Lin Chen's consciousness was instantly blown away by the sword intent of destruction...

"Boom!"

Lin Chen's mind exploded, and he only felt a dull pain in his soul.

The swordsmanship performed by the middle-aged man in white was too domineering, and Lin Chen felt unbearable just watching it. This was when his soul power was extremely strong. If it was someone else, the sword intent of destruction could directly annihilate their consciousness and eventually turn them into a walking corpse.

After his consciousness withdrew from the first picture, Lin Chen knew that the inheritance of the sword intent of destruction had just begun. He gritted his teeth slightly, resisted the discomfort of his soul, and his consciousness entered the first picture again.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the middle-aged man in white was still standing on the top of the mountain with his sword.

As soon as Lin Chen came in, the middle-aged man in white started to move again.

However, compared with just now, the speed of the middle-aged man in white swinging the sword became slower this time. He held the sword and slowly fell down. It seemed that the speed was extremely slow. Lin Chen's consciousness firmly locked the sword of the middle-aged man in white. Its moving trajectory, speed, technique... were all remembered in Lin Chen's mind.

"This is the first-level sword intent of destruction." After the middle-aged man in white finished using the sword, the aura of destruction began to gather. He didn't speak, but Lin Chen's consciousness heard the voice of the middle-aged man in white.

Before Lin Chen thought about it, the middle-aged man in white swung another sword.

"This is the second-level sword intent of destruction." The aura of destruction on the mountain began to thicken.

"This is the third-order sword of destruction."

"This is the fourth-order sword of destruction..."

"..."

After a short moment, the middle-aged man in white swung his sword for the ninth time. As his sword fell, the space was immediately filled with a large amount of destructive aura. "This is the ninth-order sword of destruction!"

After he swung his sword, he paused for a moment, and then swung his sword again!

"This is the sword of great perfection!" With one sword, the space collapsed, the world was annihilated, and Lin Chen's consciousness returned to his body again.

After seeing the middle-aged man in white perform the sword of destruction several times, Lin Chen also had the ability to bear it. After watching the inheritance of the sword of destruction this time, Lin Chen's soul power no longer felt uncomfortable. On the contrary, he was faintly excited.

"The sword of destruction is divided into nine levels. The ninth-order sword of destruction can threaten the space, and the great perfection sword of destruction can annihilate a space!" After seeing the sword of destruction performed by the middle-aged man in white, Lin Chen is now looking forward to it. If he cultivates the sword of destruction to great perfection, then what level of strength will he reach?

This thought flashed through his mind, and soon, Lin Chen began to think quietly.

"The middle-aged man in white has a destructive aura under his first sword, five times the destructive aura under his second sword, and fifty times the destructive aura under his third sword..."

Lin Chen's sword power has been fully realized and reached the realm of half-step sword intent. Now, he is preparing to transform the half-step sword intent into the destructive sword intent...