"My luck is not as good as those ten people, but I want to use the sword in my hand to win the Harmony Immortal Fruit." Fengyun is dressed in a sword robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing proudly, like a tree that connects the sky, like an ancient pine, and a fairy sword in his hand is obliquely fingered.

The blue-eyed monk's face changed drastically, and at this moment, the vast righteousness that permeated from Fengyun's body made it difficult for him to control himself, and the evil qi in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he poured out in one go. For monks, if they can't grasp the true element in their body, it means going crazy.

It stands to reason that the higher the cultivation, the less likely it is to go mad, but because of this, the higher the cultivation, the greater the damage caused by the madness.

The swordsman will never bend. Most of the sword cultivators' hearts are full of righteousness, so although they don't deliberately cultivate righteousness, it is not something that ordinary people can stop, and for cultivators who cultivate evil qi, it is even more deadly poison. Of course, there are no absolutes in everything, and if the evil qi is too strong, the righteous qi can also be crushed.

It's just a pity that the difference between that person's evil qi cultivation and Fengyun is not one or two grades.

With a bang, the mighty monk who followed the white roof turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

"How is it possible? How can Fengyun's cultivation be so strong?" a blue-eyed clan cried out loudly.

"Why does the heavens love the human race so much, and why is it so cruel to my blue eyes?" a young girl looked up and scolded the sky.

"You are wrong, Heaven is fair. The luck of the Terrans only began to recover tens of thousands of years ago, and before that, it had been suppressed by your Blue-Eyed Clan. A faint voice came, but a young man with white hair stepped forward.

"Who are you?" asked an older blue-eyed man in a deep voice.

"Heavenly Spirit. The white-haired young man said lightly. His voice was soft and soft, like a Jiangnan woman.

His ten fingers were very long, and when he stepped into the ring, a fierce killing aura rushed over.

A guqin appeared in his hand, not a five-string guqin, nor a generic seven-string, but an eighteen-string.

"The human race and my demon spirit clan are good friends, how about I stroke a piano for my Dao brother?" The voice of the heavenly spirit seemed to float from the sky, and the eyes were dim and a little heartbreaking.

"He must have a story to tell. Fengyun said secretly in his heart. Thinking like this, he only heard a ding, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and a sound from outside the sky directly blasted into his eardrums, and at the same time, the hidden memory in Fengyun's heart began to revive.

It was a summer, it was a pond, and when he stumbled into the pond, maybe he thought he would drown like everyone else.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he fell to the bottom of the pool, he saw an old man who was suspended in the water and cultivated.

And that old man is his own master.

When this memory came back to life, his brow furrowed, and the memory turned into a wisp of green smoke that filled the time and space.

The memory turned again, that was when he practiced swords, and the master said to himself: "Sword cultivation, when you move forward bravely, no matter what is in front of you is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, no matter what is an abyss in front of you, you should face difficulties." Punish the evil and promote the good, and return the heavens and the earth to peace. ”

The master's words also had a great impact on Fengyun, which was also his code of conduct throughout his life.

That memory quickly dissipated into a wisp of green smoke again.

"That's ——?," exclaimed a Terran powerhouse.

He is refining the memories of Fengyun's life, and when Fengyun forgets everything, then he will become a complete waste. A middle-aged woman said with a solemn face.

"What now? Can't let Fengyun die in his hands. ”

"What else can I do? Interrupt immediately, I can't let him finish all the memories of Fengyun. The hot-blooded young man said hurriedly.

"Slow down—if I'm not mistaken, that Celestial Spirit should have cast the Forgetting Technique, and once it is cast, it can't be interrupted at all, otherwise it will cause fatal damage to Fengyun. The middle-aged woman stopped the young man and said in a deep voice.

"The art of forgetting, oh my God, it's one of the nine great magic techniques that are rare in the primeval world, and it is known as unpredictable and difficult to resist. "Naturally, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people among the human race.

"From ancient times to the present, under the technique of forgetting, can the technique of less than five fingers maintain the original heart, is the wind and clouds working?"

The Nine Ancient Divine Techniques are known as the creation of heaven and earth, each of which is overwhelming all worlds, and there are few enemies.

"I can't do it now, I can only let Fengyun resist it by itself. If he can block it, then his cultivation will be qualitatively improved. An old man in a linen robe said lightly.

"It's easier said than done!"

A teenager practices swords under a clear spring, in a bamboo forest, in the stars, and in the universe.

His cultivation is getting higher and higher, his swordsmanship is getting more and more powerful, and his comprehension of sword intent is also increasing.

But all these memories turned into flowing water and gradually disappeared.

At this moment, a woman broke into his world, it was a quiet girl, who didn't say much, just quietly watched him practice swords.

He went to the abyss, she accompanied, he went to the Jedi of death, she followed, he wanted to hit the immortal level, she watched, he rushed to the immortal level, she cried.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know how sad he felt, just watched the girl cry inexplicably, and her constantly twitching shoulders.

This girl's memory is very deep and deep, and the sound of the piano is constantly brushed, but it is difficult to wash it off.

"Fengyun, good job, hold on. A Terran shouted.

They believed that if the girl could see this, they would be very excited. Because he forgot his parents, forgot his master, and forgot his cultivation, but he didn't want to forget that girl.

A hint of surprise flashed in Tianling's eyes, and he said lightly: "Fengyun, your will is very strong, but my qin sound is aimed at all the memories in the world, unless you become an idiot, don't want to block me." ”

The sound of the piano in his hand changed again, and one after another mysterious lights came one after another, frantically washing away his memory.

Fengyun's face showed struggle, hesitation, and finally turned into a trace of helplessness, and the figure of the girl finally wore away.

Fengyun sat down cross-legged, he seemed to have forgotten everything, like a wooden idiot.

The reason why he sat down cross-legged was just instinct.

A mystical light washed his memory, washed his wheel, and wanted to wipe out all his memories.

Slowly, I finally couldn't brush anything anymore.

Is the storm over? Many people think so.

"Heavenly Spirit, my human race and your demon spirit clan have always been friends, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. A Terran powerhouse shouted loudly.

"What is this? This is the ring, and here it's all about winning and losing, nothing else. "Tianling looks a little feminine, and his tone is not as majestic as that of ordinary men.

"Good one, win or lose, in that case, how about I kill you later?" A voice of disdain came, but it was Shui Mengyao and his party who came from outside.

Seeing Shui Mengyao, Zi Ning, and Gu Fairy coming together, many Terrans felt as if they had taken a reassuring pill, and their faces were overjoyed.

Tianling suddenly sensed the great crisis, glanced at Shui Mengyao deeply, and stopped speaking.

"What did my sister notice?" Zi Ning asked.

"His physique is very special, it turns out to be the body of Taiyin, which is much stronger than my body of Nine Yin. But what makes me curious is why this Taiyin body should have appeared on a woman's body, but why it appeared on his man's body. Shui Mengyao said in a low voice.

"Then the two of you should be natural rivals, after all, your physique is not much different. Gu Fairy spoke.

"Well, we can devour each other, I think if we devour his physique, my cultivation will go to the next level, and I will directly reach the realm of Merger. A smile appeared at the corner of Shui Mengyao's mouth. That's the confidence you have to earn.

"How's Fengyun?

"Fengyun, as the descendant of the Ancient Sword Cultivator, will not fall so easily. You see, I perceive a sword intent in its purest form. Zi Ning said softly.

As soon as Zi Ning's words fell, a sword of nature appeared in Fengyun's heart.

A mystical light swept by, and the sword of nature not only did not fade, but became more materialized and brighter.

Another sweep, and the sword of nature shone brighter and brighter.

"How is that possible? What kind of kendo will is this? No, no matter how strong the will is, it can't deal with the lost art. The Heavenly Spirit exclaimed. His slender ten fingers kept stroking the piano and played a supreme divine comedy.

The words are like knives, and the Divine Comedy is mysterious. But this still can't wash away the sword of nature in Fengyun's heart.

And at some point, Fengyun opened his eyes. He looked around, a blank look in his eyes.

He looked at his opponent, and then at his own heart.

"It turns out that I have unconsciously dedicated my whole life to the sword in my hand, which is the purest sword intent, and it is difficult to wash away anything. Fengyun seemed to understand something, and roared, "My memory, let's recover!"

The sword of nature in his heart immediately burst out with supreme brilliance, and hundreds of millions of divine rays connected the heavens and the earth, penetrating the vicissitudes of the present and the ancients.

The breath of the long years rushed in, and the wind and clouds vaguely saw a long river, from the beginning of time to the end of time.

At this moment, countless memories began to recover, and his own cultivation continued to improve at this moment.

"I am the sword, the sword is me, and the sword of man is one. Fengyun understood everything, and the fairy sword in his hand stabbed forward.

Heavenly Spirit was shocked, and in the face of this sword, he had a feeling that he couldn't dodge. This is not the confusion of space, nor the withering of time, but a kind of supreme heroism of the king of me.

"The heart sword has no trace, Tianling, you can't dodge. Fengyun said lightly.

As soon as his words fell, a delicate flower of blood bloomed.