Outside the window was a continuous heavy rain, and Ye Liancheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, finished vomiting, and was about to go out with his sword.

The killing power of sword cultivation is incomparable, but the path of cultivation is also longer and more dangerous than that of other cultivators, even if there are knives in the sky today, daily sword practice cannot be delayed.

Ye Liancheng didn't plan to go to the martial arts training ground, just stay in his backyard and practice swords.

Pushing the door out, Ye Liancheng became wet with rain, he is not an unfathomable great monk, and the rain will not take the initiative to avoid him, a little monk who builds the foundation realm.

There was a fresh smell of earth in the air, and the heat that had been there for many days had been swept away, so maybe now was a good time to practice swords.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ye Liancheng pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng, and casually left the scabbard on the ground in the backyard. The sword training began.

Ye Liancheng's figure in the rain was blurred, and every time he took out the sword, it was a little more difficult than usual.

The bean-like rain hitting the sword not only makes a crisp sound, but also forcibly changes the sword's trajectory. When he was in Chixia Village before, the black-robed man used a stone bullet on his sword body, interrupting his sword moves.

Ye Liancheng exerted force on his wrist, trying to ensure that the trajectory of the sword was not changed in the slightest, but after a stick of incense, his forearm became sore.

Closing his eyes and standing the sword in front of him, Ye Liancheng felt the trajectory of the raindrops around him, and no longer pursued a certain style of sword moves.

When he fought with Xiao Fan for the first time, he was pointed out by Hong Lao that his sword was too rigid, and since then, this sentence has been seared in his heart, as for when teaching new disciples, he also asked them to do the same, but he always felt that he was still a little behind.

Opening his eyes, a fine light burst out from it, and Ye Liancheng swung a sword.

This sword is the sword that integrates the ten swords in the "Sword Spectrum", and it is also a sword that belongs to Ye Liancheng himself.

As soon as the sword came out, the heaven and the earth were silent, and there seemed to be a fault in the continuous rain curtain around it, but in the blink of an eye, the heavy rain washed away everything around it, and everything returned to its original state, as if there had never been such a sword.

Ye Liancheng took a few breaths, sure enough, it was still too much worse, Ye Liancheng was gradually perfecting this sword after recuperating from his injuries for so long, and he tried to simulate the unstoppable wave of qi created by Xiao Fan's Heavenly Rank Exercises.

But it always ends in failure, even if the power of this move is far greater than before.

Sword cultivation or people who use swords, their pursuits are different, for example, Xiao Fan pursued fast at the beginning, Ah Man pursued heavy swords, and some people pursued the sophistry of each sword in the fight...

And he, Ye Liancheng, only wants to pursue that sword, and after only one sword, the world will be discolored, and this sword can cut through mountains and rivers, and even an ethereal fate.

In the final face of Xiao Fan, he managed to overcome his original fate, and on the verge of life and death, he slashed out his strongest sword to resist the Heavenly Rank Exercises, but now he has no such state of mind.

Ye Liancheng sighed, he finally figured it out now, his sword was only painted with flowers, and there was no substantive sword intent.

Like a paper tiger, it looks very majestic, but it was broken by a stab at a critical moment.

Sword intent, sword intent, how easy is it to talk about these two words that sword cultivators all over the world are pursuing?

Still sliding from his face by the raindrops, he has indeed slacked off a lot these days after he beheaded Xiao Fan, and there seems to be a force dragging him into the circle of mediocrity.

Ye Liancheng felt a chill in his heart, could it be that the ethereal fate was broken by himself, and God began to forcibly repair this kind of mistake that should not have happened?

Isn't this the case with computer programs in previous lives? Everything before ran according to the planned program, but suddenly a loophole appeared, breaking the trajectory of the program, what would you do if you were the developer of this program?

Of course, it is to patch this loophole, as the key person who created the loophole, Ye Liancheng, it seems that as long as it is erased, this loophole will be restored, but fortunately, this worst situation for Ye Liancheng did not happen.

Cold sweat broke out on his back mixed with the rain and kept staying, no wonder when he wanted to come out to practice swords today, there seemed to be a voice in his mind persuading himself, 'Don't go out in such a heavy rain, isn't it fragrant to sleep in the house?'

It turned out that God had already noticed his heresy, and tried to reduce his little villain to an ordinary person.

"Boom!"

It seemed to confirm Ye Liancheng's conjecture, at this moment, the sky was like day, and a lightning bolt lit up everything.

With the roar of thunder, Ye Liancheng's cheeks, illuminated by the light of lightning, were extremely cold.

The body of the foundation building realm cultivator is not much stronger than that of ordinary people, Ye Liancheng has been in the rain for so long, and he has only recovered from his injuries, and his face has turned a little pale at this time.

Since ancient times, people have feared lightning and believed that it is the wrath of the gods in the sky, and in ancient times, every thunderstorm, many people would bow down to the sky and pray for the heavens to appease their wrath.

That thunder almost knocked the sword in Ye Liancheng's hand to the ground, and the thoughts of the heavens were actually guessed by mortals, and it was conceivable that such a monstrous anger was issued.

If the sword fell to the ground just now, his sword path would probably stop there.

It's really a good calculation, Ye Liancheng clenched the hilt of his sword.

Deep down in his heart, he didn't have any fear of the heavens, he just wanted to split the sky with a sword, pull the head of the so-called Great Dao fate, and ask it why he had to surrender to the fate that others had arranged for him.

The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman can't win the ambition!

Ye Liancheng is going to be the puppet today, even if he is weak, but the puppet is angry, and blood is splashed three feet!

The heart has never been so transparent, the raindrops around him are getting heavier and heavier, and the dark clouds above him seem to be brewing more terrifying thunder and lightning.

The true qi was running, the sword qi was recklessly revealed, and although the movements in Ye Liancheng's hands were slow, they were so natural that people couldn't see the slightest sense of incongruity.

The tip of the sword was upward, and the sword was handed out.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and lightning illuminated Ye Liancheng's resolute face.

The rain that was originally sloping down in the backyard actually stopped in mid-air, and this sky-rushing sword intent turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the sky.

A huge dark cloud actually appeared a small opening, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled through it.

An even more astonishing scene appeared, the rain poured back, and the rain that stopped in mid-air was actually forced to fly back into the sky, such a scene is really rare in the world.

"Bang~"

The sword in Ye Liancheng's hand shattered and turned into a pile of powder, that is, after this moment, the strangeness between heaven and earth disappeared, and the rain fell again, filling the vacancy of the rain curtain in the backyard.

Ye Liancheng was crumbling, but the look in his eyes was extremely bright, and he had finally found his own sword intent!

God, you never thought I could break the game!

His Ye Liancheng's sword is to cut off the so-called fate in the world, and my fate is up to me!

I will set my own route, and whoever dares to stop me will come and ask me if I agree with the sword in my hand!