Zhou Chen's sword energy was like a dragon, and Ning Fan's evil energy was overwhelming. On Lei Bamboo Island, the situation suddenly changed, Wan Xiu was shocked, and countless monks rushed towards the forbidden area of Lei Chen Pavilion.
Hongyi suddenly stood up, holding a token, and opened the Leichen Pavilion formation, blocking all the fluctuations of the fighting technique.
The three Qiuxu were instructed by Hongyi and immediately left Leichen Pavilion to stabilize the situation on the island.
Ning Fan didn't care about the behavior of others. In his eyes, there was only room for one Zhou Chen.
This Zhou Chen is far less powerful than Yuntianjue, but among the old monsters of Lianxu, he is definitely a first-class swordsman.
His sword intention is fundamentally different from the sword of Yun Tianjue.
Ning Fan's sword intent increased, he savored Zhou Chen's powerful sword intent, and gradually understood in his heart.
"There is a sword of love! And the love in this sword is the love between men and women. If it is further broken down, it is 'sad' love!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chen was immediately startled. To his surprise, Ning Fan saw the essence of his sword intent at the first sight!
Yes, the sword intention he understood was the sentimental sword. Compared with most ruthless sword cultivators, he, Zhou Chen, was an anomaly.
The love he placed in the sword was a love between a man and a woman, and that love ended in tragedy...
Zhou Chen has faced countless Rain Realm sword cultivators throughout his life. Among them, those who can tell at a glance that their sword intentions are sentient swords are all Void Sword Cultivators!
Those who can see through the love between men and women on the basis of the Love Sword are at least Wenxu Sword Cultivators.
Anyone who can see the sadness in the sword must be a swordsman with Shaoxu vision. Zhou Chen only met three people in his life!
Among those three people, one was Yun Tianjue. The other two were the Sword King of the Rain Realm and the Four-day Wandering Loose Immortal. Ning Fan is the fourth person!
This is not surprising. Ning Fan's swordsmanship is not the strongest in the Nine Realms, but among countless swordsmen, his vision is definitely extremely high.
"I'm looking down on you. Although your cultivation level is low, your understanding of swords is unparalleled in the Rain Realm under the Sword God in White... If it weren't for the hundred-thousand-year-old elixir, I would definitely be willing to use the sword to make friends and make friends. You are my friend! I am a servant and a loyal person. I have offended you! As compensation, I will let you see the sword that I cherish most in my life!"
Zhou Chen gritted his teeth slightly. With a little gesture, a clear chant suddenly came from the sword box behind him, which was unrivaled in ancient and modern times. Suddenly, Zhou Chen had a long sword in his hand, a wooden sword.
The wood of the wooden sword revealed a hint of the fragrance of crabapple. If Ning Fan smelled it correctly, it was the wood of the hanging silk crabapple.
This sword is extremely ordinary, as if it will break if it vibrates slightly.
But Ning Fan understood that an extremely ordinary sword fell into the hands of a swordsman of Zhou Chen's level. It will turn into the most extraordinary sword.
When he was in Gusu, he had mastered swordsmanship, and he had already understood the principle of "a weak sword but a strong will, a strong sword but a weak will".
If it is a flying sword, the stronger and lighter the material is, the better. After all, magic weapons will inevitably collide.
If it is an epee, you also need to pay attention to the material, and it needs to be opened and closed to sweep thousands of armies.
Zhou Chen's sword is obviously not a flying sword, let alone a heavy sword.
This sword is an Intention Sword, which makes the sword body infinitely weak but exerts the strongest sword intention!
What Ning Fan needs to defend against is not Zhou Chen's sword light, but his sword intention.
The sword's intention is all-pervasive, and even thunder armor cannot completely defend it.
Ning Fan's eyes darkened slightly. Originally, Ning Fan was planning to use a trick to summon thunder armor to defend against the enemy. But now it seems that there is no trick. He needs to show his true ability, otherwise he will never be able to block Zhou Chen's sword.
The three Qiuxu calmed down the situation and returned. When they saw Zhou Chen actually using the wooden sword, their eyes changed drastically.
"What! The third elder actually used the 'Begonia Wood Sword'! This sword kills people without blood. It is said that the third elder has only used this sword to kill the old monster Wenxu. At least ten people died from this sword. ! Unexpectedly, the third elder would actually use this sword when facing a mere Zhou Ming!"
"It's just Zhou Ming..." Ning Fan frowned slightly. These three old monsters were really pretentious, and they regarded Ning Fan as an ant.
If you want the Zhou family to be your backing, you must not make the Zhou family underestimate you. At least, you must show strength that the Zhou family values.
In this case, it is even more impossible to hold back.
"Thunder Armor, appear!"
Ning Fan's finger technique changed, and it was the finger technique for summoning Yuan Lei's Armor.
As Zhou family practitioners, the three Qiuxu knew the secret technique of the Yuan Lei Armor, but this technique was extremely difficult to practice and required swallowing the Yuan Shen Thunder to achieve success.
Except for Lei Huang who had mastered this skill to a very high level, no monk from the Zhou family had ever mastered this skill beyond silver armor.
It's no wonder that if you kill a god-transforming monk, you must be a thunder cultivator to refine a soul thunder.
If you want to defend yourself against Void Refining attacks, you need at least gold armor. If you want to break through the golden armor, it is impossible without tens of thousands of yuan of thunder. It is rumored that once the Thunder Armor reaches the level of Golden Armor, the amount of Yuan Lei required is even larger.
There are only a few hundred transformed gods in the Inner Sea, and this takes into account the four clans of Youhai and the Zhou family's background.
Not to mention that Lei Xiu is only a minority among these masters. Even if they kill all the gods of the rain realm, they will not be able to collect enough Yuan Lei to break through the golden armor.
In the eyes of the three Qiuxu, this technique is undoubtedly a useless technique.
Seeing Ning Fan perform this technique, they naturally disapproved of it.
"This technique must have been given to this son by the young lady. Haha, this son is a junior after all. He is the strongest swordsman against the third elder. He only knows how to summon silver-level thunder armor. How can he block the third elder's sword with such poor defense?" meaning?"
"Don't watch it, this kid will be defeated..."
As soon as the three people finished speaking, they all suddenly became mute, their eyes widening like camel bells, in disbelief.
But Ning Fan suddenly wore golden thunder armor on top of his white robe, and the vast thunder power emitted by the golden armor was enough to defend against a blow from the void. It was clearly a third-level thunder armor!
"Impossible! This guy can actually cultivate Thunder Armor to the third level. This, this, how is this possible!"
"After the Thunder Emperor, another person appeared in the Rain Realm, who repaired the thunder armor to the third level of golden armor! This person is capable of asking questions all over the world with this armor alone, and has few opponents... Because with this armor, there are few A questionable old monster can hurt this boy! And we are waiting for..."
"As for us, although we are experts in refining the void, we are only peeking at the void after all. Even if we try our best, we will definitely not be able to hurt even a hair on his head!"
The three of them looked at each other, their expressions were shocked, and their mouths were speechless.
All the contempt for Ning Fan disappeared at this moment.
Hong Yi is watching the battle. Looking at Ning Fan who was like a golden god, his cold eyes were surprised again and he murmured.
"This kid only entered the Black Thunder Tower once. In just ten days, he managed to obtain such a large amount of Yuan Lei. It really surprised me. Even when I collected Yuan Lei, I couldn't collect it at his speed."
Even if Hong Yi enters the Thunder Tower alone, he can only obtain Yuan Lei through killing. Naturally, he is not as efficient and fast as Ning Fan in obtaining Yuan Lei.
Ning Fan had Lei Shiyi's help and purchased it directly. He caught up with the tide of public outrage and wanted to kill Yinglong. Become a dragon slaying hero. Every level. There was a level of thunder master who devoted all his efforts to collect Yuan Lei and gave it to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan is not fighting alone, nor is he collecting Yuan Lei alone, so his speed is naturally not comparable to that of Hong Yi, who is walking alone.
Zhou Chen took a breath. His eyes became more solemn and he said in a loud voice,
"Zhou Ming, although your thunder armor is strong and can block spells, physical attacks, and physical attacks, it is difficult to block 'intentions', whether they are demonic, divine, or demonic. In the final analysis, any kind of intention is It is the word artistic conception. The magic power is real, the artistic conception is virtual, and the reason why it is necessary to improve the artistic conception to break through the realm of spirit transformation and virtual refining, in the final analysis, requires monks to understand the transformation of 'real' and 'virtual'."
"The first step of artistic conception is the 'real realm', the second step of artistic conception is the 'virtual realm', and the third step of artistic conception is the legendary 'real realm'. The artistic conception is born with quality, but this quality can be obtained through perception. Step up..."
"My sword intention is called Begonia Sword Intent. I learned it through a silken crabapple. When I first understood it, it was low-grade and without quality. But I have worked hard to cultivate it, and the grade of this artistic conception has risen from low-grade and without grade step by step to nine. Rank 8, Rank 8, Rank 7, now this Haitang Sword Intention has reached Rank 6! My friend, take the sword!"
Zhou Chen talked a lot in Xu Xu, but in reality he was giving Ning Fan some advice and imparting his insights into the cultivation of artistic conception to Ning Fan.
This was compensation for his mistake in using the sword against Ning Fan.
He drew his sword against Ning Fan, firstly violating Hong Yi's order, and secondly violating his own heart.
After seeing Ning Fan's understanding of swordsmanship and the strength of his thunder armor, he had a vague intention of making friends with Ning Fan.
But he was loyal to his lord wholeheartedly and could not bear to lose the elixir. Even if he lost the chance to make friends with Ning Fan, even if he disobeyed the order in red, even if he had to lose an arm after the fight, he could only draw his sword!
In his life, love has passed away, only kindness remains. His loyalty to his master was originally just to repay his kindness.
If the grace is also lost, then he will be alone in cultivating the Taoism for thousands of years, only to have the remaining sorrow of the empty Taoism.
Zhou Chen's instructions, every word, reached Ning Fan's ears.
Every word is the Taoist enlightenment that Zhou Chen has gained from his personal experience of thousands of years of loneliness. It can be said that every word is worth a thousand dollars. Countless Rain Realm monks begged Zhou Chen, but Zhou Chen would not tell him a word, but today he drew his sword against Ning Fan as a last resort, and the only compensation was this enlightenment.
Ning Fan chewed Zhou Chen's words carefully, and his understanding gradually increased.
His divine intention is rain, his demonic intention is mountain, and his demonic intention is support. With his astonishing enlightenment, he successively realized the three artistic conceptions, and finally merged them into one.
But until the moment when recalling the artistic conception was born, he still could not see through the essence of the artistic conception. He only knew that recalling the artistic conception was the second step of artistic conception.
Now Zhou Chen told Ning Fan that the cultivation of artistic conception is actually the practice of the imaginary word "cultivation of mana to be strong and artistic conception to be empty".
Every scene of confusion in the past is now solved.
From nothingness to reality, condensing the law into practice, from reality into emptiness, breaking the law into meaning, breaking the void, one can become a destiny immortal, and one who understands the truth of Tao can become a true immortal.
Ning Fan's mind became more and more empty, and because of Zhou Chen's advice, he solved countless confusions, and there were naturally fewer bumps in the road of cultivation.
"Thank you!"
He hugged Zhou Chen with a fist, not blaming him, only thanking him.
Zhou Chen drew his sword against him, not out of personal grudge, but out of loyalty, and definitely not a villain, so Ning Fan did not blame Zhou Chen.
Zhou Chen gave Ning Fan a lesson in Taoism, and Ning Fan was naturally grateful.
But at this moment, both sides are fighting with each other. They must show no mercy and must go all out.
Ning Fan's eyes became more focused, and Zhou Chen's heart sank into the Begonia Wooden Sword.
Zhou Chen had a reason to draw his sword, while Ning Fan had the determination to save Luo You.
This is a battle of skills, but it can allude to the blood shadow of all cultivators.
Too many times, in order to compete for limited cultivation resources and to protect their own ways, monks have to fight and kill, and have no choice.
"Sword rises!"
Zhou Chen raised his sword suddenly, with murderous intent like clouds. Before he could activate his sword intention, the sword energy struck Ning Fan in front of him, enough to kill ordinary Qiuxu!
Ning Fan's eyes were slightly startled. This sword energy was definitely released by Zhou Chen unintentionally. The sword energy released unintentionally is enough to kill ordinary Wenxu. If the sword energy released with full force, wouldn't it be possible to kill even Wenxu instantly!
No wonder the two Yudians practiced Xu. Hearing Zhou Chen's name was like hearing something in a dream, so he was so afraid.
Don't look at Zhou Chen as he is still one step away from Chongxu, but in fact, he already has the lives of several Chongxu and even one Taixu in his hands!
Unless for some special reasons, this person would never stay in the realm of Wenxu. Although he is not as perverted as Yun Tianjue, he is definitely a sword cultivator in the Rain Realm!
laugh! laugh! laugh!
The sword energy released one after another hit Ning Fan's chest, causing ripples of thunder.
Relying on the strength of thunder armor. Ning Fan blocked these random sword energies. But Ning Fan knew. What is truly unstoppable is Zhou Chen's strongest sword intention released with the help of the weakest sword!
Zhou Chen, raise your hand.
This sword intention. coming soon!
"No, retreat quickly!"
The three Qiuxu fled in horror almost instantly. It was not until they withdrew from the Leichen Pavilion formation that they felt a little relieved.
There was no need for Hongyi to run away, but he sighed for the first time when he saw Zhou Chen's sword intention that had not changed for thousands of years and became more and more persistent.
"Zhou Chen, you are still as stubborn as before... I have wiped out your memories four times for you, but you will never forget the past. If you could forget, you would have been a Chongxu ten thousand years ago. You are already a Chongxu now. Suixu, my elder, you have the highest qualifications..."
Hong Yi's indifferent personality would make Zhou Chen frustrated, which shows how highly qualified this person is.
Hongyi just sighed, and immediately returned to his usual indifference, looking at Ning Fan quietly, with all his attention focused on Ning Fan.
"How many years can you survive Zhou Chen's sword intention? If you can survive a hundred years, I will rescue you. If you can't survive, I will let you suffer a little and make you anger me many times before. "
After Hong Yi said this, he even frowned.
Weird... Why did I 'retaliate' against Ning Fan? Was it the one that was distracted and transformed among the thousands of thunder grasses that was causing trouble?
"It's a bit tricky..." It's indeed tricky. In the past, Hong Yi was as cold as ice. After his soul became extremely powerful, in order not to affect his original intention, he subdivided all the soul into grass. The grass and trees are ruthless, and the soul is unified. On the day, there will be no love.
Unfortunately, there was a Thunder Grass that was moved by someone, and transformed into a human being, with a heart and feelings.
For Hong Yi, who practices the ruthless way, this love is poison. Even a trace of past memories are brought up by that trace of emotion.
"I'm not Ning Honghong, I'm Hong Yi..." Hong Yi frowned and used Su Lei's Memory Extinguishing Technique again to destroy the trace of memory he had just recovered.
She used to be Ning Honghong, but now, she is no longer. She wants to be herself!
The heartbeat of that moment was wiped out at will and returned to peace.
"If he lasts 'a hundred years', I can save him, just for the great cause. If he dies in 'ten years', there is no point in rescuing him and there is no use value."
Hongyi's tone turned cold and ruthless again.
Ning Fan looked at Zhou Chen and the reddish wooden sword, his sense of crisis getting stronger and stronger.
The next moment, Zhou Chen's sword intent was like a tide, drowning Ning Fan.
A cold, sad old voice read out each word from Zhou Chen's mouth.
"Four styles of the Sad Sword, the first style, ten years of life and death!"
The sword intent, which was like a tide, completely ignored the solidity of the thunder armor and directly invaded Ning Fan's sea of consciousness.
Ning Fan recalled that the level of artistic conception was the second step, far above Zhou Chen's sixth level sword intention.
But his understanding of artistic conception is far less profound than Zhou Chen's.
Because Zhou Chen's sword intention was integrated into the sorrow of his ten thousand years of cultivation.
That sorrow, irreparable and impossible to express, turned into the most painful sword intent, which could break the monk's heart.
Ning Fan's eyes were dull, and for just a moment, it seemed as if he had experienced ten, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years.
It was a memory as sad as a sword, belonging to Zhou Chen alone.
Ning Fan's mind was blocked by the sword.
His mind was lost in a fictional world.
The place where he stood was a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
His appearance changed drastically, and he was now a 16-year-old boy carrying a sword. However, this boy's appearance was completely different from Ning Fan, but somewhat similar to Zhou Chen.
Ning Fan's head was dizzy and he couldn't remember the past.
A trace of the power of recalling the artistic conception flowed in the sea of consciousness. After a moment, his eyes became clear and he recognized the residual dream here.
Zhou Chen never dreamed that the power of Ning Fan's artistic conception was memories, and that he would wake up in Zhou Chen's memories!
"This is the world of Zhou Chen's sword intention. The outside world's sword intention only touches it for a moment, but this is the deepest part of consciousness, a moment. But it can be artificially stretched for thousands of years. Here, it is like a dream... sinking here In this dream of sword intent, no one can escape, except to be killed by Zhou Chen’s ten thousand swords through his heart, and I, with the help of the power of recalling the artistic conception, wake up! Zhou Chen, I missed it!”
Ning Fan stood under a weeping crabapple tree, which grew at the entrance of a small mountain village.
Behind the crabapple tree. A girl in pink clothes. Shamefully grinding. After walking out of the tree, he smiled brightly at Ning Fan.
The girl has delicate features and high black hair. There is a scar on the left side of his face, but it does not hide its beauty.
She looked at Ning Fan, her eyes were so crazy and emotional.
"Brother Chen, I heard that you have been spotted by the Immortal Master of the Chiyue Sword Sect and will soon be accepted as a disciple of the Immortal Master. Congratulations..."
There was deep tenderness in the girl's beautiful eyes, but Ning Fan was unmoved and slightly bored.
Although he is passionate. But he is not passionate enough to fall in love with any woman he has never met, even in a dream.
"I am not Zhou Chen." Ning Fan spoke coldly. He scanned the world and walked towards the outside of the village, looking for a way to break the sword consciousness lock.
When he was about to leave the village, he was suddenly pulled by the woman Rou Xi.
"Brother Chen, dad said that if you join the Immortal Sect and become an immortal master, you will be rich and powerful. If you save me, you won't want me. I don't believe it at first, but, but... you..."
The girl was so sad that she cried so much that she didn't know what to do.
Her smile was just a forced expression of joy. Who would like her lover to leave her side.
"I'm not Zhou Chen!"
Ning Fan turned back coldly, but when he saw the woman's face clearly again, his heart suddenly softened.
It seems that in order to make Ning Fan fall into a dream, the woman's appearance also changed into a paper crane in cooperation.
"Brother Chen...don't go..." The girl's body was as soft as a bone, and she knelt on the ground helplessly and begged.
"Zhihe!" Ning Fan's eyes were cold. He didn't like someone plotting against his woman, even in a dream, he wouldn't allow it!
"Who is Zhihe? I am not Zhihe, I am Haitang, Mu Haitang!" The girl stood up as if frustrated, so angry that Ning Fan called her by the wrong name again.
When Zhou Chen was a boy, he liked to play tricks on Mu Haitang. He would often deliberately call Haitang by the wrong name to make her angry and then make her laugh.
The residual dreams that happened in front of Ning Fan's eyes were all the sorrow of Zhou Chen's sword intention.
Zhou Chen wanted to use his own sadness to create a fantasy dream that would imprison Ning Fan's mind, make him sink into sadness, and have thousands of swords pierce his heart.
This is the strongest sword intention of sorrow.
"No matter what, using paper cranes to fight against me makes me unhappy after all. But speaking of it, this is my fantasy. Zhou Chen's sword intention should only make me dream of Taoist companions, not intentionally. ...He can't see my dream, but I can see his past! From this perspective, if I break his residual dream, I will defeat his sword!"
Knowing that Zhou Chen did not intentionally design the paper crane, Ning Fan's anger subsided slightly and he gently helped Mu Haitang up.
No matter what, at this moment Mu Haitang is the paper crane, and Ning Fan is Zhou Chen.
Although the names are different, in Ning Fan's eyes, the paper crane is the paper crane and no one can hurt it.
Zhou Chen's lingering dream ended in sadness. His lover must have suffered a misfortune, leaving him alone for thousands of years and unable to erase the pain.
Ning Fan wanted to break the residual dream, but at the same time he did not allow Mu Haitang, who transformed into a paper crane, to be harmed in any way.
He pulled up Mu Haitang and held it in front of him, his eyes showing gentleness.
"Come with me!"
"Brother Chen, where are we going?" Mu Haitang's eyes lit up with joy when she saw that Ning Fan had no intention of abandoning her.
"Go to the Chiyue Sword Sect! Zhou Chen's cultivation experience seems to have started from the Chiyue Sword Sect. You follow me, no one can hurt you! Zhihe!"
"I have said it many times, I am Haitang, Mu Haitang!" the girl said displeasedly. She was the body of a paper crane, but she carried the memory of Mu Haitang.
Not long after leaving the mountain village, a catastrophe suddenly came to the small mountain village.
An old Taoist with long eyebrows and spiritual cultivation stands tall on the sky, looking down upon the mountain village like an ant.
"I didn't expect that the master brother could actually find a disciple of the sentimental swordsmanship from this broken mountain village. With this disciple, he will be greatly loved by the ancestor and his position will be more solid. Zhou Chen! A mere boy from a mountain village is trying to stop me from seizing the opportunity. The master’s big plan, huh! Didn’t he practice the Sentimental Sword? Didn’t he have a beauty in this mountain village, so I killed her beauty and made her angry and ruthless to see if he could still please the Patriarch!"
The old Taoist priest released his spiritual thoughts and swept across the mountain village, but suddenly he gritted his teeth.
"Where's Mu Haitang! Where has she gone? Why isn't she in the village?"
Back then, Zhou Chen lost his true love on the day he joined the Chiyue Sword Sect.
Ning Fan fell into his dream, but he would never allow Xiao Xiao to harm the paper crane, even though the paper crane was illusory and was carrying Mu Haitang's identity.
Even so, he did not allow anyone to hurt the paper crane. Whoever was hurt would die!
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I stayed up all night to make up to 3/, speechless... The previous update was 7, this update is 9, if I cut all 3 characters, it seems to be the fifth update... Continue to update
