In the Zhongyuan Continent, the wind of cultivation is strong, and the Huangquan River separates the north and south of the continent.

Heavy sword in the south, heavy sword in the north.

When you cultivate to the extreme, you can shatter the void, easily soar, and have the ability to turn rivers and seas.

The Southern Sword Sect is the leader, and the other sects check and balance each other to learn and prosper the way of the sword.

Led by the Northern Demon Sect, many sects fought chaotically, honed their sword intent, and prospered their sword paths.

But since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible, with countless killings and rivers of blood.

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Southern.

The Sword Sect is shrouded in mist all year round, and the clouds are steaming and foggy, just like the style of an immortal family.

The outer gate of the Sword Sect, the miscellaneous office, the bamboo forest and the sea of clouds.

The sound of bamboo is like a gushing, the bamboo leaves are green, and the bamboo pole is like a jasper gem, crystal clear.

A gust of wind blew, the bamboo forest danced, and the fragrance overflowed, but there was a little blood in the air.

"Why? It's been a whole year, and I haven't condensed my sword intent? Am I really a waste?"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth and looked at the cyan bamboo in front of him, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Cyan bamboo, the best way to condense sword intent.

The sea of bamboo forests and clouds is a place that all the disciples of the Sword Sect must experience.

By constantly cutting down the bamboo, you can quickly condense the sword intent.

A person with outstanding talent can condense his sword intent in a month at most.

If the qualifications are slightly bad, at most half a year, uninterrupted cutting practice can also condense the sword intent.

Sword intent is the most basic thing to learn kendo and become a sword cultivator.

If you can't condense your sword intent, you're a waste, you can't become a sword cultivator, you can only sink into the lowest level of slavery.

In order to forge the sword intent, Ning Fan got up early every day and slashed non-stop every day, but after a year, a whole year, he still couldn't condense the sword intent.

Look at the blood stains on the palm of your hand rubbed by the hilt of the sword.

Ning Fan was angry.

"I'm not convinced, why am I a waste? I am Ning Fan, I am the only existence in the world.

Others can condense sword intent, why can't I?

I can do it, I will do it, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth, no matter the blood splashed in the palm of his hand, no matter the sweat splashed on his forehead, no matter how many times he suffered the scars on his body.

He moved forward, raised his arm, and kept slashing at the cyan bamboo in front of him.

Chop, chop, chop.

Thorn, thorn, thorn.

It's been a year, who can endure a year of suffering?

It's been a year, and how many whites of the eyes has he suffered this year?

It's been a year, and for the past year, he has spent every day in ridicule, ridicule, and suppression and humiliation.

Enough, enough.

Lao Tzu has had enough.

Sword intent, I want sword intent, I want to be the king of the world.

The world is the king of the world.

The inner cry made Ning Fan enter a state of obsession and madness.

His whole body was like a machine, constantly slashing the bamboo in front of him.

The cyan bamboo is not crisp or soft, and when a sword goes down, it can only leave a white mark, and only a piece of bamboo shavings can be struck.

Ordinary people, at the end of the day, can only cut off one.

It seemed to be laughing at Ning Fan.

......

"It's so late, who the fuck is crying wolf here?"

Outside the sea of clouds in the bamboo forest, among the group of people, the first person frowned.

"Needless to say, Brother Wang, it must be Ning Fan's pen, this guy is a waste, he comes to practice sword intent all day long and whenever he is free.

But this year, this garbage, no sword intent at all, and I still have the face to come over and insist every day, if it were me, I would just find a piece of tofu and kill it. ”

"It's a waste, but if the waste comes out to disturb Brother Wang's peace, that's his fault, this little scrap is underwhelmed. ”

Wang Xu, known as Brother Wang.

In the miscellaneous office of the outer gate of the Sword Sect, a guy with a little strength.

The second layer of sword intent strength.

On weekdays, he will gather some fox friends and dog friends around him.

Wang Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Since this garbage has disturbed my mood, what do you say?" Wang Xu said with a smile.

"Hmph, of course you dragged this garbage out and beat it hard, Brother Wang, did you walk the dog today?" said a small guy with a sudden smile.

"How can I have time to walk the dog, I'm busy today, you know, my master likes to eat grapes on weekdays, our Sword Sect doesn't, I went down the mountain early in the morning to buy grapes, and now I just came back, how can I have time to walk the dog?" Wang Xu shrugged his shoulders and smiled happily, but he didn't feel the grievance of being enslaved, but felt that it was a pleasure to be a dog and a servant.

"Brother Wang is really happy, let me wait and envy, but, Brother Wang, don't worry, isn't there a dog waiting for you to slip away now?"

Wang Xu immediately understood and smiled.

"Okay, it's a little interesting, it's a little interesting, I can walk the dog again today. ”

When Wang Xu spoke, there was a person beside him who was about to go to the bamboo forest and the sea of clouds to pull Ning Fan out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the place where the enchantment of the bamboo forest and sea of clouds was reached, the sea of bamboo forest and clouds hummed and trembled, and a red wooden door opened out of the enchantment.

Out of it came a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy dressed in white.

The young man in white was handsome and fair-skinned, but at this time, the white clothes were not spotless, but stained with a little blood.

The evening breeze blew out the smell of sweat on the boy's body.

provoked Wang Xu and the others to frown, stretched out their hands, fanned the air, and looked disgusted.

"Your mother, it stinks to death, garbage thing, and it is also worthy of cultivating sword intent in the sea of bamboo forests and clouds?"

"It's rubbish, it's been a year, and the fart sword intent hasn't been condensed, if it were me, I would have died on the tofu a long time ago, hahaha. ”

"Yes, that's the garbage. ”

"I'll go, it stinks to death, it's just a mess of shit. ”

"Brother Wang, aren't you going to walk the dog? ”

A group of people giggled and pointed at Ning Fan.

Then they all complimented Wang Xu on the side.

"Hmph, garbage still wants to be the king of the world, it's really embarrassing, you are not greedy, today I will let you be the most garbage dog in the world. ”

"Ning Fan, I'll give you a chance, kneel down, learn to bark three times, and I'll let you go today. Wang Xu squinted his eyes and stared at Ning Fandao with a smile.

His eyes were full of contempt and mockery.

"Why?" Ning Fan gritted his teeth and retorted lightly.

"Shout, this garbage, how dare you refute it?"

"Why? It's just because you make me uncomfortable, the smell of sweat on your body makes my whole body uncomfortable, so you have to apologize to me. Wang Xu smiled coldly.

"What if I don't apologize?" Ning Fan looked at Wang Xu coldly.

"Ahh Wang Xu's face sank, and then he flicked his fingers, and he wanted to let the people around him do it.

"What kind of skill is a group fight?" Ning Fan glanced at the people around him and sneered.

"Wait. Wang Xu crossed his palms on his waist, and his eyes were fierce.

"Since this garbage thinks it's not good to fight in groups, then how about we go it alone? Ning Fan, do you dare to go head-to-head with me?" Wang Xu stretched out his fingers, squinted at Ning Fan, and shouted.

"Why don't you dare?" Ning Fan scoffed.

"Haha, good, good, garbage has learned to pretend to be forced, cow, come on, pull out your sword, garbage thing. Wang Xu pointed at Ning Fan and said.

"Draw your sword? ”

Hiss......

The people around gasped.

And then they all laughed.

"Don't deserve it, I'll kill you today. ”

Wang Xu was furious, he felt that Ning Fan was looking for death today.

Since you are looking for death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you.

With a sonorous sound, he drew the sword at his waist, which was three feet long and was cyan.

He was about to stab Ning Fan in the chest.

In the heart, he was going to kill Ning Fan.

And then, just as this thousand armies were in full swing.

Ning Fan suddenly moved.

Ning Fan's hand shook slightly.

His eyes were cold.

A punch was thrown.

A sword eerily appeared in the fist.

Although the sword is very illusory, it is extremely arrogant and domineering.

Card rub.

The sword breaks, and the man flies.

Blood spurted wildly.

Defeated, Wang Xu was actually defeated?

The cultivation of the second layer of sword intent was actually defeated?

A group of garbage around him, in disbelief, stretched out their fingers and rubbed their eyes.

They looked at Ning Fan again, as if they had seen a ghost.

They found that Ning Fan, a waste who couldn't condense sword intent for a year, actually condensed sword intent.

And it seems that he is much stronger than Wang Xu.

"How could he condense his sword intent?"

"yes, why? Isn't he a piece of waste?"

Everyone was stunned, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it.

......

"Remember, Wang Xu, see me again in the future, how far you can go, because I will meet you and beat you once. ”

"And you, whoever ridiculed me at the beginning, who bullied me at the beginning, and who cursed me at the beginning, I will ask you one by one to get it back. ”

The people around him were silent, pale, and didn't know what to do.

"Get out of here!"

Ning Fan suddenly shouted, his eyes red.

After hearing Ning Fan's shout, the people around hurriedly ran away.

It's like getting the emperor's pardon.