Qinglian lore can be broken down into three moves, namely drawing the sword, fast sword, and lore.

As for drawing the sword, it pays attention to the explosive power generated at the moment of drawing the sword, and its strength and speed are greater than that of the fast sword and the direct swing of the sword, so it can attack the enemy first within one move, in order to be fatal in one move.

If the basic sword style of Han Yi's cultivation is paired with Qinglian Kill, then there is no flaw at all from drawing the sword to retracting the sword, unless the opponent's strength or spiritual skills are higher than his own.

The fast sword is also very easy to understand, extremely fast, with multiple points of assassination in a weird direction, and a test at extreme speed. As for the lore, Han Yi was also vague, feeling that something was missing.

However, many things are not seen this way, such as drawing a sword and lore, which is good, but for people who practice swordsmanship, it is not very clever, relatively speaking, it is too extreme, and it will hurt people as soon as it comes up, and if it can't hurt people, the sharpness will be lost.

As the saying goes, the world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and not broken, when the speed is fast to a certain point, the enemy has not yet hit you, you have already injured the opponent, isn't this more powerful than any spiritual skill? Take a step back, even if you can't hurt the opponent, you can also use speed to dodge, and the defense can be defended for a while, but it can't be defended for a lifetime.

After an afternoon of hard thinking and meditation, Han Yi was also tired, and fell asleep after a hasty dinner.

The east turned white, and the sky gradually revealed the glow.

After twilight, the dawn was about to break, and that glimmer of dawn was a sword in Zhou Yan's eyes at this time.

Practicing the way of the sword all night, Zhou Yan's spirit was restrained, his body was still thin, but it was like steel casting, full of an explosive blood power. His eyes were deep, as dark as the stars, and he had changed the immaturity of about sixteen years old in the past, as if he had opened his mind overnight, and Huo Ran had realized the truth. After that flash of dawn, his statue-like body gradually moved, at first slightly, then gradually increasing in frequency.

The hand holding the sword shook suddenly, and the sword in the hand "hummed" with a clear roar, like a clear music. Ahead, only a "boom" was heard, and pieces of dead leaves flying out of nowhere were pierced in an instant, and were strung on the silver-gray iron sword. It's just that this time, because of the strong strength, the long sword in his hand made a dull sound, fell from the air in one fell swoop, and was nailed to the ground.

Han Yi's brows furrowed, as if he had twisted into the word 'Chuan', as if because of this sword, he still couldn't meet his own requirements.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the broken sword that fell to the ground flew up again, and with a "boom", it fell into his own hands!

In this world of swords, the most important thing for a warrior is two aspects: one is physical fitness, the so-called root bone, and the other is understanding, that is, comprehension.

Now, his body has been cleansed, and the bones can imagine how strong and invincible he is, and his understanding seems to have become extremely amazing because the shackles of his body have been opened!

He will be a real genius, a peerless genius who will make everyone stunned! Han Yi withdrew the broken sword, slung it cross-legged on his waist, and stepped out step by step towards the rising sun.

Bathed in the glory of the morning light, he is walking from ancient times, and is heading towards the immortality of the sword!

Shi Lao looked at it with relief, in fact, Han Yi didn't know that it had been half a month like this, and Han Yi had been cultivating alone for half a month, and there was no guidance from Shi Lao, which was also a little test for Shi Lao.

In fact, in the past half a month, Shi Lao didn't want to teach Han Yi, nor did he want to test Han Yi's understanding, but he was in a coma, but fortunately, Shi Lao left a mark on the ring, and the surrounding demonic beasts did not dare to overstep it, even if Han Yi was in danger, Shi Lao could quickly wake up from the coma.

Although Han Yi was galloping on the road of cultivation, Han Yi's heart had always been very confused.

Because he doesn't understand what he's fighting for, or what he's living for.

Western philosophical propositions have raised three intractable questions: who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go.

Many times, Han Yi asked himself, who am I, what is the purpose of my cultivation, can I still go back, and if I can, will I go back?

At the beginning, Han Yi was very curious about this world, everything here is magical, he has witnessed a lot in the past three years, and there is more and more filth here, strength is everything here, everything is inseparable from people's hearts.

Han Yi summed it up and roughly divided the people here into three classes: human nature, divine nature, and animal nature. People with human nature also have a little bit of humanity, they will only think about themselves, and in the case of not having anything to do with their interests, they are usually ordinary people, passers-by, and will only look at everything with a downlight eye.

Humans with a divine nature are different, they are full of justice, peace, and consideration for others, but behind the scenes they do unknown things, full of righteousness and morality just to make a cover for themselves, such people usually call themselves the right way.

Bestial people usually like to do whatever they want, and in this era when there is no legal system, this kind of people are the most common, and they like to kill and loot if they don't agree with each other.

But no matter in that era, there must be bad people and good people, and if there is a shadow, there must be sunshine, Han Yi still understands such a superficial truth, but who knows that a catastrophe between heaven and earth is coming.