Master of Great Calamity

　　 "I thought that practicing sword is a sword practice, but I don't know that the sword practice is just a layer of appearance, the important thing is the sword intention inside!"

　　 "Little peppers force me to practice sword moves every day, it just fools me..."

　　 "The sword moves are known, and the sword moves are known. If you understand the sword moves, you can forget the sword moves!"

In a trance, one night passed, Fang Yuan did not move, he just immersed in the sword scripture, hungrily felt the truth in the first volume of the sword scripture, and tried to integrate it into his sword style Come to practice. During this period of time, he was originally obsessed with the madness of Kendo. It seemed like a volcano was terrifying in his heart, but he did not know where to erupt from. , Just pointed a direction for this volcano...

　　 Boom!

　　 When he practiced the sword again, he felt a tremendous change.

Previously, in his eyes, sword moves were sword moves. He could practice every kind of sword move as if measured by a ruler. There was no deviation of half a point, but he still could not understand where the real sword way was, and he could only do it again and again. Sword practice is almost driving him crazy, but now, the sword moves in his eyes have changed. Every sword move has different sword intentions in it!

Before, he had felt that he had practiced some swords to the extreme, and reached the end, and he could no longer lift a little bit, even a little bit, but now, it seems that he has opened a big cover above his head, and suddenly saw a world like no other... …

　　 is only Fang Yuan, but he is increasingly dissatisfied with himself and deeply hates his stupidity.

　　 Previously, like a child, he saw a puddle in front of him, and he was very emotional and felt small.

　　 And now, he has grown up gradually, stronger than before, but before him, the vast ocean...

　　 At this time, he no longer felt his own insignificance, but his ignorance.

　　 "There are such strange people in the world, want to create such a supreme sword..."

　　 also gave endless respect to the strange man who had the Wujian Jianjing at that moment.

Although the incomplete Jian Jing itself is incomplete and contradictory, but through the comprehension of this first volume, Fang Yuan has already felt the powerful thought of the man, he is pushing a kind of unprecedented, but all-encompassing Strong Kendo...

　　 This sword scripture is called "Wuqian", which means that there is no flaw and the meaning of perfection!

　　 And, after all, I still practice the first volume, and to what extent will the next two volumes reach?

Fang Yuan didn’t try to push, because he knew that the next two volumes of sword scriptures would be extremely difficult, and in Tianshu’s art, the harder and more complicated the push, the greater the consumption. His own flesh is basically It's impossible to sustain the consumption of this push!

　　 Moreover, he has not yet fully digested the first volume of sword scriptures, and then he thinks about the other two volumes.

　　For him, it is the right reason to integrate the truths in the first volume of the sword classics into his own swordsmanship!

　　 "Hahaha, I haven't seen you for more than half a month. Do you miss the feeling of being crushed by this fairy in chess?"

One day after ten days, Fang Yuan was sitting on the plate in the ancient Panasonic outside the cave, and when he was comprehending a mind on Kendo, a loud laugh came, and the slender figure of Xiao Chili flickered on the treetop under the mountain. Qiao Shengsheng swept to Fang Yuan in triumph.

　　 "No effort, now I just want to practice sword..."

　　 Fang Yuan looked up at her and continued to think down.

　　 "Hey, I haven't seen you in half a month. Why did you become so ugly?"

Little Chili saw Fang Yuan, but it seemed as if he was shocked. It was only half a month since I saw this fool. He was so sick that he had a thin face. At this time, he was so thin that he didn’t see any flesh. His eyes were deeply sunken, his hair was not combed, and Ling Lingsan was draped over his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be lost. When he looked at things, his eyes were loose, empty and empty.

When she heard Fang Yuan said she was thinking of practicing swords, she felt a little guilty in her heart and thought: "This guy is an idiot. If he practices a sword, he can practice himself like this. It seems that I can't continue to lie to him, or give him. It’s better to explain some swordsmanship..."

　　 "Once you do it, don't you just practice a sword, as for being so obsessed?"

After thinking about it, Xiao Chili relaxed again, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and practice again, let this girl see how much you have improved during this time, if I can be satisfied, then pass you some real 'S deep heart method..."

　　Let's practice sword, then practice by myself...

　　 Fang Yuan stood up with some wood and wood, carrying a wooden sword, stabbing forward with a fluttering sword.

　　Little Chili couldn't help but frown, and the subconsciously reprimanded: "This sword has no momentum, really..."

　　 The words hadn't come down, she suddenly opened her eyes, and her big mouth could put an egg.

　　 After the sword of Fang Yuan was stabbed out, it seemed to be unable to work, but suddenly his face changed in the middle of the sword.

Between the eyebrows, the murderousness was sharp, the wooden sword quickly accelerated, and an invisible sword was instantly stimulated, and there was a tendency to condense and not disperse, which was consistent with his mana, just like the generals on the battlefield. The soldiers who put life and death out of the ordinary will rush to the front, and the grass that passes by will not be born. It is the know-how in the inexhaustible sword sutra that enters the battlefield.

　　 and surprised at the little pepper, Fang Yuan didn't seem to see it, and the second sword was cast out.

　　Like the thunder, the sword rises to mysterious yellow, looking down on everything, and the high mountains and rivers are like cracks.

　　 Rumble!

The sword with the power of thunder seems to be cut lightly on a blue stone three feet away, Wen Si did not move, but after the effort, the blue stone suddenly collapsed and countless gravel fell Rain generally hits in all directions, and the urgency sinks.

　　 followed by the third sword, which was like a lock on the Hengjiang, and within three feet of the green front, everything could not be invaded.

　　 It was just a simple sword across his chest, and all the rubble flying towards Fang Yuan fell flat.

　　 Then came the fourth sword, looted like ghosts and spirits, and disappeared under the candle.

Fang Yuan's sword returned to his arm and struck his back. In the eyes of Xiao Chili, he disappeared abruptly, as if he saw a ghost in the daytime, or posted an invisible sign, and the whole person could not see it directly. , It was like an illusion. It was not until I blinked that I found him just standing on the spot. The wooden sword in his hand was slowly lowered and inserted into the dead leaves under his feet...

　　At the same time, Xiao Chili turned around and saw an ancient pine trunk at the rear of Fang Yuan, with an extra hole.

　　 "Well, this is the most here, the entry is really slow..."

　　 Fang Yuan sat back under Gu Song again, and shook his head gently, his face looked depressed.

Ling Hongbo, the director of the Lingyao Drug Supervision Bureau, who was practicing Qi, was staring blankly. The sword spectrum in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. After a while, he turned to look at Fang Yuan, and saw a ghostly trembling voice. ...There are just a few swords, did you actually reach this level?"

　　 Fang Yuan's eyes were still empty, staring blankly at an ancient pine in front of him.

　　After a long time, he said something painful: "I saw the mountain, but I still can't climb up..."

"I just hate myself for being too stupid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I obviously saw the mountain there, but I always climbed; I just want to go to the mountain to see the scenery, but now I don’t even count the mountainside, only at the foot of the mountain Wandering; I don’t want to rest, I just want to go up the mountain..."

　　 Listening to Fang Yuan's forewords and words, Xiaoli finally realized why he made this look.

　　 And her complexion gradually became more dignified...

　　If it is the power of these swords alone, she should not be so shocked!

After all, she was the eighth level of Qi cultivation, which was a few realms higher than Fang Yuan. If the two met, it might be that Fang Yuan’s swordsmanship was twice as strong, and she was still not her opponent, which surprised her. It's Fang Yuan's accomplishment in Kendo!

　　 Fang Yuan's swordsmanship was originally transmitted by her. How could she not know what the Thunderbolt Thunder Nine Heavenly Sword looks like?

　　 sounds like a name that can scare people, but in fact only contains some popular sword tricks spread on the rivers and lakes!

Even when pointing at Fang Yuan, he has a mischievous mentality. He has never seriously pointed out that Fang Yuan is equal to what he hasn’t learned. It can be described as justified, no matter how to practice, it can only be at most. It’s just a practice frame...

But the swords displayed by Fang Yuan now have both the form and the form. Although it can't be said that they really entered the gate of Kendo, but they also clearly have a certain amount of magical power. This amazing change, if the little pepper is not his own eyes What do you believe?

　　 "Did he really realize it by himself?"

　　 looked at Fang Yuan who was still depressed, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her swordsmanship. She seemed to feel a sense of fear.

　　Come out some ordinary sword tricks, and cultivate such an extraordinary artistic conception, how terrible insight is this?