Zhou Chen's sword aura was like a dragon, Ning Fan's evil aura was monstrous, and on Lei Zhu Island, the wind and clouds changed color for a while, Wan Xiu was shocked, and countless monks rushed to the forbidden place of Lei Chen Pavilion.

The red cloth suddenly stood up, holding a token in his hand, urging the Lei Chen Pavilion Great Array, covering all the fluctuations of the fighting technique.

The three peeps were instructed by the red clothes to leave the Leichen Pavilion immediately to stabilize the situation on Dìng Island.

Ning Fan didn't care about the behavior of others, and in his eyes, there was only one Zhou Chen at the moment.

This Zhou Chen is far less powerful than Yuntian Decisive Spirit, but when placed among the old monsters of refining void, he is definitely a first-class sword cultivator.

His sword intent is fundamentally different from the sword of Yuntian Decision.

Ning Fan's sword intent was added, savoring the strong sword intent that Zhou Chen rushed to his face, and gradually realized in his heart.

And the love in this sword is the love between men and women, and if it is subdivided, it is 'sad' love!"

As soon as his words fell, Zhou Chen's old eyes were immediately slightly startled, and he was surprised that Ning Fan could see the essence of his sword intent at first glance!

Yes, the sword intent he comprehended was the sentient sword, and compared to most ruthless sword cultivators, he Zhou Chen was an outlier.

The love he placed on the sword was a love between a man and a woman, and that love ended in tragedy...

In his life, Zhou Chen has faced countless sword cultivators in the rain realm, among whom those who can see through their sword intent at a glance as sentient swords, all of them are practicing void sword cultivation!

On the basis of the affectionate sword, those who can see through the love between men and women are at least asking about the void sword cultivation.

Those who can see the sadness in the sword must be a sword cultivator with a broken vision, Zhou Chen I, only three people!

Among those three, there is one person who is Yun Tiandu. The other two, one is the Sword Emperor of the Rain Realm, and the other is a Wandering Immortal in the Four Heavens. Ning Fan is the fourth person!

This is not surprising. Ning Fan's sword path was not the strongest in the Nine Realms, but among the countless sword cultivators, the vision was definitely extremely high.

"The old man has underestimated you, although your cultivation is low, but your comprehension of the sword, in the rain world, under the white-clothed sword god, no one can compare... If it weren't for the 100,000-year elixir, the old man would definitely be willing to meet friends with a sword and make you a friend! Offended!as compensation. It can let you see the most cherished sword in the old man's life!"

Zhou Chen gritted his teeth slightly. At the slightest point, a clear groan suddenly came from the sword box behind him, which was unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Suddenly, Zhou Chen had a long sword in his hand, which was a wooden sword.

The wood of the wooden sword, revealing a trace of the fragrance of begonias, if Ning Fan did not smell wrong, it is the wood of the silk begonias.

This sword is extremely ordinary, as if it will break with a slight blow.

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 unusual sword.

When he was in Gusu, he once understood the sword, and he had already understood the truth of 'weak sword is strong, strong sword is weak'.

If it is a flying sword, it is naturally the stronger and lighter the material, the better, after all, it is inevitable that the magic weapon will collide.

If it is a heavy sword, it is also necessary to pay attention to the material, and it needs to be opened and closed to sweep thousands of troops.

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, and exerts the strongest sword intent!

What Ning Fan needed to defend against was definitely not Zhou Chen's sword, but sword intent.

The sword intent is pervasive, and even the thunder armor can't completely defend against it.

His eyes were slightly downcast, originally Ning Fan was still ready to summon the Thunder Armor to resist the enemy, but now it seems that he can't take a trick, he needs to show his real skills, otherwise he will never be able to block Zhou Chen's sword.

The three peeps stabilized the situation and had already returned, and when they saw Zhou Chen using a wooden sword, their eyes changed greatly.

"What! The three elders actually used the 'Begonia Wooden Sword'! This sword kills people without blood, it is rumored that the three elders have never used this sword to kill the old monster in their lives, and the people who died in this sword have ten people! I can't imagine that the three elders actually used this sword in the face of a mere Zhou Ming!"

"Just Zhou Ming..."Ning Fan frowned slightly, these three voyeuristic old monsters are really pretentious, do they treat him Ning Fan as an ant.

If you want the Zhou family to be the backing, you can't let the Zhou family underestimate yourself, at least, you have to show the strength that the Zhou family values.

In this way, it is even more impossible to keep your hands.

"Lei Jia, now!"

Ning Fan's finger changed, and it was the one who summoned the armor of Yuan Lei.

As the Zhou family's refining void, the three voyeurs know the secret technique of the armor of the Yuan Thunder, but this technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, and they need to devour the thunder of the Yuan God to achieve success.

Except for the Thunder Emperor who cultivated this technique to an extremely high level, no monk of the Zhou family has ever cultivated this technique to the top of the silver armor.

It's no wonder that killing a god-transforming cultivator must also be a thunder cultivator to refine a primordial god thunder.

If you want to defend against the Void Refining attack, you need at least Gold Armor. If you want to break through the golden armor, it is impossible without tens of thousands of thunder. And it is rumored that as soon as the Lei Jia enters the Golden Armor level, the number of Yuan Thunder required is even larger.

There are only hundreds of gods in the inland sea, and this still counts the four clans of the Youhai Sea and the Zhou family.

Not to mention that among these masters, Lei Xiu only accounted for a minority, and after killing all the gods of the rain realm, he couldn't collect enough Yuan Lei to break through the golden armor.

In the eyes of the three voyeurs, this technique is undoubtedly a chicken rib technique.

Seeing Ning Fan perform this technique, they didn't think so.

"This technique must have been given to this son by the young lady, hehe, this son is a junior after all, the strongest sword against the three elders, he only knows how to summon the silver-rank thunder armor, such a clumsy defense, how can he block the sword intent of the three elders?"

"You don't have to look at it, this son will be defeated..."

As soon as the three of them finished speaking, they suddenly all became mute, and their eyes were as wide as camel bells, unbelievable.

But I saw that on Ning Fan's white robe, he was suddenly draped in a golden thunder armor, and the vast thunder power emitted by the golden armor was enough to defend against a false blow, and it was clearly a third-order thunder armor!

"Impossible! This son can actually cultivate the Thunder Armor to the third order, this, this, how is this possible!"

"Since the Thunder Emperor, there has been another figure in the Rain Realm, who has cultivated the Thunder Armor to the third order of the Golden Armor! Because of this armor, there are very few old monsters who can hurt this son!

"And we, although we are masters of refining the void, but after all, we are just peeping at the void, even if we try our best, we will definitely not be able to hurt him even a single hair!"

The three peeps were shocked, and their mouths were dumbfounded.

All the contempt for Ning Fan disappeared at this moment.

The red clothes watching the battle. Looking at Ning Fan, who was like a golden god, his cold eyes were surprised again and he muttered.

"This kid has only been in the Black Reta once. In just ten days, I was surprised to get such a large amount of Yuan Lei, that is, I didn't have the speed of collecting Yuan Lei back then. ”

Even if he is red-clothed, he enters the Lei Tower alone, and the Yuan Thunder obtained can only be obtained by killing, and naturally he is not as efficient and fast as Ning Fan to obtain the Yuan Thunder.

Ning Fan had Lei Eleven's help and directly acquired it. caught up with the tide of public anger and killing Ying Long. Become a dragon slayer hero. Each to one layer. There was a layer of thunder lord who devoted all his efforts to collect Yuan Lei and give it to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan is not fighting alone, he is not collecting Yuan Lei alone, and his speed is naturally not comparable to that of a lone red-clothed person.

Zhou Chen took a sip. His eyes became more and more solemn, and he said,

"Zhou Ming, although your thunder armor is strong, you can block spells, physical arts, and physical attacks, but it is difficult to block the 'will', whether it is demonic will, divine will, or demonic will. Any kind of meaning, in the final analysis, is the word artistic conception. The reason why it is necessary to improve the artistic conception when breaking through the realm of transforming the gods and refining the void is that in the final analysis, it requires the monks to understand the transformation of 'reality' and 'virtuality'. ”

"The first step of artistic conception is the 'real world', the second step of the artistic conception is the 'virtual world', and the third step of the artistic conception is the legendary 'true world'. The artistic conception is born with quality, but this product can be improved step by step through perception..."

"The old man's sword intent, called Begonia Sword Intent, borrowed a weeping silk begonia to comprehend, and when he first comprehended, he was inferior and productive. But the old man has worked hard to cultivate his mind, and this artistic conception has risen from inferior and unproducted to ninth, eighth, and seventh grades step by step.

Zhou Chen said a lot, but in fact, he mentioned Ning Fan and taught Ning Fan his perception of artistic conception cultivation.

This is compensation, compensation for his mistake in making a sword out of Ning Fan.

He drew his sword against Ning Fan, firstly, he violated the order of the red clothes, and secondly, he violated his own heart.

After seeing Ning Fan's kendo comprehension and the strength of the thunder armor, he faintly had the intention of befriending Ning Fan.

But he is loyal to the Lord, and he can't bear to lose the elixir, even if he loses the opportunity to make friends with Ning Fan, even if he violates the order of the red clothes, even if he needs to abolish his arm after fighting, he can only draw his sword!

In his life, his love has passed, and he only has grace. His loyalty to his master was originally just to repay his kindness.

If he is also lost, he will be lonely for 10,000 years, and there will be only one residual sorrow left in the void.

Zhou Chen's clicks, word by word, all reached Ning Fan's ears.

Every sentence is the enlightenment that Zhou Chen has personally experienced and comprehended after 10,000 years of loneliness, which can be described as a thousand words. Countless rain realm monks begged Zhou Chen, and Zhou Chen would not tell half a sentence, but today he had no choice but to draw his sword against Ning Fan, and the only compensation was this enlightenment.

Ning Fan chewed Zhou Chen's words carefully, and the realization in his heart gradually increased.

His divine meaning is rain, the demon means the mountain, and the demon means to help away, and he has realized three artistic conceptions one after another with amazing enlightenment, and finally merged into one.

But until the moment when the artistic conception of memory was born, he still couldn't see through the essence of the artistic conception, and only knew that the artistic conception of memory was the second step of the artistic conception.

Now Zhou Chen told Ning Fan that the cultivation of artistic conception is actually the cultivation of the imaginary character of 'mana cultivation and artistic conception cultivation of emptiness'.

In the past, all the scenes of confusion are solved today.

From nothing to reality, condensing the law into cultivation, from the real to the virtual, breaking the law into meaning, breaking the void, you can become an immortal, comprehend the truth, you can become a true immortal.

Ning Fan's mind became more and more empty, all because of Zhou Chen's allocation, and countless puzzles were solved, and there were countless bumps in the road to cultivation.

"Thank you!"

He hugged his fist towards Zhou Chen, and there was no blame, only thanks.

Zhou Chen drew his sword to him, not for personal grudges, but for loyalty, and he was definitely not a villain, so Ning Fan did not blame Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen gave Ning Fan an enlightenment, and Ning Fan was naturally grateful.

But at this moment, the fighting methods of the two sides cannot be merciless, and they all need to go all out.

Ning Fan's gaze became more and more focused, and Zhou Chen's heart sank into the Begonia Wood Sword.

Zhou Chen had a reason to draw his sword, and Ning Fan had the determination to save Luo You.

This is a fighting method, but it can allude to all the blood shadows of cultivation.

Too often, in order to compete for limited cultivation resources, in order to protect their respective paths, monks have to fight, have to kill, and have no choice.

"Sword up!"

Zhou Chen suddenly raised his sword, killing like a cloud, before he could urge the sword intent, but first there was a sword qi rushing towards Ning Fan, which was enough to kill the ordinary voyeur!

Ning Fan's eyes were slightly startled. This sword qi was definitely unintentionally released by Zhou Chen. The unintentional release of the sword qi is enough to kill the ordinary voyeur, if it is the sword intent released with all its strength, wouldn't it be possible to kill even the void in an instant!

It's no wonder that the two rain halls were refining at the beginning. When I heard the name of Zhou Chen, I was like hearing some nightmare, so afraid.

Don't look at Zhou Chen, there is still one step away from being able to rush to the void, but in fact, in his hands, there are already several Chong Xu, and even one who is too empty!

If it weren't for some special reasons, this person would never stay in the realm of asking the void, although he was not as perverted as Yuntian Jue, he was definitely a sword cultivator in the rain realm!

Snort!

The sword qi released casually hit Ning Fan's chest, stirring up waves of thunder light.

Relying on the strength of the thunder armor. Ning Fan blocked these casual sword qi. But Ning Fan knew. What is really unstoppable is the strongest sword intent released by Zhou Chen with the help of the weakest sword!

Zhou Chen, raise your hand.

This sword intent. It's coming!

"It's not good, retreat!"

The three peeps fled in horror almost instantly, and they didn't feel a little relieved until they withdrew from the Lei Chen Pavilion big array.

The red clothes didn't need to escape, but they sighed for the first time when they saw Zhou Chen's sword intent that had not changed for thousands of years and became more and more persistent.

"Zhou Chen, you are still as stubborn as back then... I have extinguished the memories of Su Lei for you four times, and you will never forget the past after all. If you can forget, 10,000 years ago, you were already empty. Now you are already a broken void, my elders, your qualifications are obviously the highest..."

With the indifferent personality of the red clothes, he will choke Zhou Chen's wrists, which shows the high qualifications of this person.

Hongyi just sighed, and immediately turned back to his previous indifference, looking at Ning Fan quietly, all his attention was focused on Ning Fan.

"How many years can you survive under Zhou Chen's sword intent, if you can survive for a hundred years, I will save you, if you can't hold on, I will let you suffer a little, and let you anger me many times before. ”

As soon as the red clothes spoke, they all frowned.

Eccentric... Why did he 'retaliate' against Ning Fan, was it the one who was distracted and transformed by the ten thousand thunder grasses that were doing the trouble.

"It's a little tricky..."It's really tricky, the red clothes in the past, indifferent as ice, after the Yuan Shen is very much, in order not to affect the heart, but also to subdivide all the Yuan Shen into grass, the grass and trees are ruthless, and the day of the unity of the Yuan Shen, there will be no love.

Helplessly, a thundergrass was moved, transformed into a human, with a heart and love.

For the red clothes who cultivated the Ruthless Dao, this love was poisonous. Even a trace of past memories have been turned over because of that trace of affection.

"I'm not Ning Honghong, I'm Hongyi..."Hongyi frowned, and once again used the Su Lei Memory Extinguishing Technique to extinguish a trace of memory that he had just recovered.

She used to be Ning Honghong, but now, she is not. She's going to be herself!

That moment of heartbeat was also extinguished at will, and it returned to calm.

"If he lasts for 'a hundred years', I can save him, just for the great cause, if he is dead for 'ten years', there is no point in saving him, and there is no use value. ”

The tone of the red clothes changed back to cold and ruthless again.

Ning Fan looked at Zhou Chen, staring at the reddish wooden sword, and the sense of crisis became stronger and stronger.

In the next moment, Zhou Chen's sword intent was like a tide, drowning Ning Fan.

An indifferent and sad old voice came out of Zhou Chen's mouth.

"The four styles of the tragic sword, the first type, ten years of life and death!"

That sword intent like a tide completely ignored the solidity of the Thunder Armor and directly invaded Ning Fan's sea of knowledge.

Ning Fan's level of recalling the artistic conception is the second step, far above Zhou Chen's six-grade sword intent.

But the understanding of artistic conception is far less profound than Zhou Chen.

Because of Zhou Chen's sword intent, it was integrated into the sorrow of his 10,000-year cultivation.

That sorrow, irreparable, unspeakable, turned into the most painful sword intent, which could pierce the monk's heart.

Ning Fan's eyes were dull, only a moment, as if he had experienced ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years.

It was a sad memory like a sword, which belonged to Zhou Chen alone.

Ning Fan's mind was blocked by the sword intent.

His mind was lost in a fictional world.

The place where he stands is a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers.

His appearance has changed greatly, he is a 16-year-old young man with a negative sword, but the appearance of this young man is very different from Ning Fan, but he is somewhat similar to Zhou Chen.

Ning Fan's mind was dizzy, he couldn't remember the past.

A trace of the power of the artistic conception of memory, flowing in the sea of knowledge, after a while, his eyes were clear, and he recognized the remnant dream of this place.

Zhou Chen never dreamed that Ning Fan's artistic conception power was memory, and in Zhou Chen's memories, he woke up!

"This is the world of Zhou Chen's sword intent. There is only one moment of sword intent touch from the outside world, but here is the deepest part of consciousness, a moment. But it can be artificially stretched for thousands of years. Here, it's like a dream... Immersed in this dream of sword intent, no one can extricate himself, only to be killed by Zhou Chen's ten thousand swords through the heart, and I, with the help of the power of the artistic conception of memory, wake up! Zhou Chen, I missed it!"

Ning Fan stood under a weeping begonia tree, and the begonia tree grew at the entrance of a small mountain village.

Behind the begonia tree. A girl in a pink shirt. Shame crushes. After walking out of the tree, he smiled at Ning Fan.

The girl's eyebrows are delicate, and the green silk is high. 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 stupid and emotional.

"Brother Chen, I heard that you have been favored by the immortal master of the Chiyue Sword Sect and are about to be accepted as an immortal master's disciple, congratulations..."

In the girl's beautiful eyes, there was a deep tenderness, but Ning Fan was unmoved, slightly bored.

He is amorous. But not so affectionate as to be emotionally attracted to any woman you don't know, even in a dream.

"I'm not Zhou Chen. Ning Fan's words were indifferent, he scanned the world with his eyes, and walked towards the outside of the village, looking for a way to break the sword intent lock.

When he was about to leave the village, he was suddenly pulled by the woman.

"Brother Chen, my father said that if you join the Immortal Sect and become an immortal master, you will be rich and powerful, and you don't want me to save me, I didn't believe it, but, but... You..."

The girl was overwhelmed by her sadness and cried.

Her smile was just a strong and joyful face, who would like her lover to leave her side.

"I'm not Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan turned his head coldly, but when he saw the woman's appearance clearly, his heart suddenly softened.

It seems that in order to let Ning Fan sink into the dream, the woman's appearance also changed into a paper crane very cooperatively.

"Brother Chen... Don't go..."The girl's soft and boneless body knelt helplessly on the ground and pleaded.

"Paper Crane!" Ning Fan's eyes were cold, he didn't like someone to design his woman, even if it was in a dream, he didn't allow it!

"Who is the paper crane? I am not the paper crane, I am the begonia, the wood begonia!" The girl stood up as if she was angry, so angry that Ning Fan actually called her wrong name again.

When Zhou Chen was a teenager, he liked to tease Mu Haitang very much, and often deliberately called the wrong name of Begonia, made her angry, and then coaxed her to laugh.

This scene happened in the remnant dream in front of Ning Fan's eyes, and it was all the sorrow of Zhou Chen's sword intent.

Zhou Chen wanted to use his own pathos to create a fantasy dream, imprison Ning Fan's mind, make him sink into sadness, and pierce his heart with ten thousand swords.

This is the strongest sword intent of sorrow.

"No matter what, fighting with me, but using paper cranes, after all, it makes me unhappy, but speaking of which, this is my dream, Zhou Chen's sword intent, it should only make me dream of a Taoist couple, not intentionally... He can't see my dreams, but I can see his past! In this sense, if I break his dreams, I will defeat his sword!"

Knowing that Zhou Chen did not intend to design the paper crane, Ning Fan's anger in his eyes decreased slightly, and he gently helped Mu Haitang up.

No matter what, Mu Haitang at this moment is a 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 remnant dream ended in sadness, and his lover must have suffered a catastrophe, making him lonely for 10,000 years, unable to erase the pain.

On the one hand, Ning Fan wanted to break the remnant dream, and on the other hand, he did not allow Mu Haitang, who turned into a paper crane, to be harmed in any way.

He pulled up the wooden begonia and protected it in front of him, his eyes were gentle,

"Come with me!"

"Brother Chen, where are we going?" Mu Haitang saw that Ning Fan had no intention of abandoning her, and his eyes were happy.

"Go to the Chiyue Sword Sect! Zhou Chen's cultivation experience seems to have started from the Chiyue Sword Sect. If you follow me, no one will hurt you!

"I've said it many times, I'm Begonia, Mu Begonia!" said the girl unhappily, she was the body of a paper crane, but she carried the memory of Mu Begonia.

Not long after leaving the mountain village, a catastrophe suddenly befell the small mountain village.

A long-eyebrow old man who melts into spiritual cultivation, stands in the sky, and despises the mountain village like ants.

"I can't imagine that the senior brother in charge can find a disciple of the sword path from this broken mountain village, with this disciple, he will be greatly loved by the patriarch, and his status will be more solid, Zhou Chen! A young man from a mountain village, trying in vain to hinder my plan to seize the master, hmph! Isn't he cultivating a loving sword, doesn't he have a red face in this mountain village, the old man killed his red face, making him angry and ruthless, to see if he can still make the ancestor like it!"

The elder Dao of Changmei released his divine thoughts and swept across the mountain village, but suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Where has she gone, why isn't she in the village!"

Zhou Chen, who was back then, lost his beloved on the day he worshiped the Chiyue Sword Sect.

Ning Fan fell into a dream, but he would never allow Xiao Xiaowei hài paper crane, even if the paper crane was illusory, and it was the identity of Mu Haitang.

Even so, he did not allow anyone to hurt the crane, and whoever was injured died!

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Stayed up all night, only to make up to 3/5, speechless before a change of 7000, this more 5900, if you cut a qiē 3000 words, it seems that the five changes continue to be more

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