Master of Great Calamity

I thought that practicing swordsmanship was just practicing sword moves, but I didn't know that sword moves are just a layer of appearance, what is important is the sword intent inside!

Little Pepper forces me to practice sword moves every day, just to fool me...

Sword move is knowing what it is, and sword intent is knowing why it is. If you understand sword intent, you can forget about sword move!

In a trance, Fang Yuan didn't even move a night, he was just immersed in the sword scripture, comprehending the principles in the first volume of the sword scripture like a hunger and thirst, and tried to integrate it into his own sword practice. During this period of time, he had already fallen into a mad obsession with the way of swordsmanship. It was as if there was a terrifying volcano in his heart, but he didn't know where to erupt from. Now, the principles mentioned in the Wuque Sword Sutra just pointed out a direction for this volcano...

boom!

When practicing the sword again, he suddenly felt an earth-shaking change.

In his eyes before, sword moves were just sword moves. He could practice every sword move as if it was measured by a ruler without any deviation, but he still couldn't understand the true way of swordsmanship. He could only practice the sword over and over again, almost driving himself crazy. But now, the sword move in his eyes has changed. Every sword move has a different sword intent in it!

Before, he had already felt that he had practiced some sword moves to the extreme, and he could no longer improve even a little bit, but now, he seemed to lift a big cover on his head, and suddenly saw a different world...

It's just that Fang Yuan became more and more dissatisfied with himself and deeply hated his stupidity.

In the past, he was like a toddler. When he saw a puddle in front of him, he was filled with emotion and felt small.

But now, he has gradually grown up and is stronger than before, but what is displayed in front of him is a vast ocean...

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

There are such strange people in the world who want to create such a supreme swordsmanship...

He also had endless respect for the strange man who had engraved the Wuque Sword Scripture.

Although the Wu Que Sword Sutra itself is incomplete and self-contradictory, through the comprehension of the first volume, Fang Yuan has already sensed the powerful thoughts of that person. He is obviously promoting an unprecedented but all-encompassing supreme sword way...

The name of this sword scripture is Wu Que, which means there is no flaw, perfect and perfect!

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

Fang Yuan didn't try to push Wei, because he knew that the next two volumes of sword scriptures must be extremely difficult, and the technique of Tian Wei, the more difficult and complicated the thing to push Wei, the greater the consumption. It is impossible for his own body to sustain the consumption of pushing Wei!

Besides, he hasn't fully digested the first volume of Sword Sutra yet, thinking about the other two volumes, he also has the meaning of chewing too much...

For him, it is the right way to integrate the principles in the first volume of Sword Sutra into his own way of 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 ten days later, Fang Yuan was sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine tree outside the cave, and when he was comprehending a mental technique in the way of swordsmanship, a loud laugh came. The slim figure of Little Pepper flickered on the treetops under the mountain peak, and after a while, he flitted in front of Fang Yuan pretty and triumphantly.

I don't have time, I just want to practice swords now...

Fang Yuan looked up at her, then continued to bow his head and think hard.

Hey, I haven't seen you for half a month, why are you looking so ugly?

When Xiaojiao saw Fang Yuan, he seemed to be taken aback. It had been more than half a month since he had seen him, and this fool had turned into such a haggard appearance. His face, which was already a bit thin, was even thinner now, with sunken eye sockets, uncombed hair, scattered on his shoulders, and his eyes seemed to be lost.

Hearing that Fang Yuan said that she wanted to practice swords, she felt a little guilty, and thought to herself: This guy is such an idiot, he can make himself like this even with a sword practice, it seems that I can't lie to him anymore, it's better to explain some sword principles to him...

Okay, okay, isn't it just practicing a sword, as for being so obsessed?

With that in mind, Little Pepper relaxed again, and said with a smile: Hurry up and practice again, let me see how much your temper has improved during this time, if I am satisfied, then I will pass on to you some truly profound methods...

If you let me practice the sword, then I will practice it myself...

Fang Yuan stood up awkwardly, held the wooden sword in his hand, and stabbed forward lightly with the sword.

Little Pepper couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously reprimanded: This sword has no momentum, it's really...

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly opened wide, her mouth was big enough to stuff an egg.

After Fang Yuan stabbed out with the sword, he seemed to have lost all strength, but his expression suddenly changed in the middle of the sword.

Between the brows and eyes, the murderous aura suddenly arose, the wooden sword sped up in an instant, and an invisible sword intent was aroused in an instant, and there was a faint and persistent momentum, which matched his mana, like a soldier who had received an order on the battlefield and put life and death aside, rushing forward rumblingly. Wherever he passed, no grass would grow.

Facing Little Pepper's astonishment, Fang Yuan didn't seem to see him, so he unleashed the second sword.

The fall is like seeing thunder, the sword rises black and yellow, overlooking all things, the mountains and rivers are like torn silk.

Rumble!

The sword with the power of thunder seemed to have slashed lightly on a bluestone three zhang away, without moving, but after a few breaths of effort, the bluestone suddenly collapsed, and countless broken stones fell in all directions like rain, and the momentum was heavy.

Then there is the third sword, which is like a lock on the Hengjiang River, within three feet of the green front, nothing can be invaded.

With a simple sword across his chest, all the gravel that flew towards Fang Yuan fell to the ground.

After that is the fourth sword, sweeping like ghosts and gods, no shadow under the candle.

Fang Yuan turned his arm back and struck back. In Xiaojiao's eyes, he suddenly disappeared for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, or had an invisible talisman attached, and he was completely invisible. It was like a hallucination. It was not until he blinked that he realized that he was standing perfectly still, and the wooden sword in his hand was slowly lowered, inserted into the dead leaves under his feet...

At the same time, Xiaojiao turned around and saw an extra hole in the trunk of an ancient pine tree more than Zhang behind Fang Yuan.

Hey, this is the end at most, the entry is really slow...

Fang Yuan sat back under the ancient pine, shook his head lightly, with a depressed look on his face.

Ling Hongbo, the chief elixir supervisor at the eighth level of Qi training, was stunned. The sword manual in his hand fell to the ground with a snap. After a while, he turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, and said in a trembling voice like seeing a ghost, Just... just a few swords, you have actually practiced to this level?

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

After a long time, he finally said in pain: I saw a high mountain, but I still can't climb it...

I only hate myself for being too stupid. I saw the high mountain there, but I still can't climb it; I just want to go to the high mountain to see the scenery, but now I don't even count the mountainside, I just wander at the foot of the mountain; I don't want to rest, I just want to go up the mountain...

Listening to Fang Yuan's incoherent words, Xiaojiao finally understood why he acted like this.

And her face gradually became a little dignified...

If she only talked about the power of these swords, she wouldn't be so shocked!

After all, she is at the eighth level of Qi training, which is a few small realms higher than Fang Yuan. If the two fight, Fang Yuan's swordsmanship is probably twice as strong, and she is still no match for her. What surprised her was the swordsmanship that Fang Yuan showed!

Fang Yuan's swordsmanship was originally taught by her, so how could he not know what the Thunderbolt Thunder Overlord Nine Heavens Sword looks like?

The name sounds very intimidating, but in fact it only includes some sword moves circulated in the world!

Even when giving advice to Fang Yuan, he had a mischievous mentality. He had never given advice seriously. Fang Yuan hadn’t learned anything real.

However, the few swords that Fang Yuan used today possess both spirit and form. Although it can't be said that he has entered the door of swordsmanship, it is clear that he has a bit of spirit. This amazing change, if Xiaojiao hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe it?

Did he really realize it by himself?

Looking at Fang Yuan, who was still depressed and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her progress in the way of swordsmanship, she seemed to feel a sense of fear.

What a terrifying comprehension it must be to practice some ordinary sword moves into such an extraordinary artistic conception?