After the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool left, Fang Yuan rested in the Sword Shrine for a few days to recover.

The terrain of this sword mound is very strange, sheltered from the wind and cold, which makes this place much warmer than the outside, although it is after the ninth snow line, it is about the same temperature as the seventh snow line, if you stay in this sword mound, it is naturally the most comfortable, but since Fang Yuan wants to sharpen his sword heart, he will naturally not hide here, but in the extremely cold wind and snow not far away, he will shape the snow as a house and build a sword house.

He asked Jin Hanxue, and learned that this girl really didn't want to leave, so he couldn't help but live in the sword shrine, but he sat in the sword house all day long, or facing the wind and snow, refining the sword intent, or meditating on the guard, and deriving the way of the sword.

The cold of the ninth snow line is unbearable.

Even if it is a Yuanying Mahayana monk, without the protection of the alien treasure, I am afraid that he will not be able to stay under this cold for a long time, but Fang Yuan has given up everything, just to face this cold, but fortunately, he has no sword intent, he can protect himself, barely resist the cold of this heaven and earth, however, this kind of environment also makes him have to maintain his sword intent at all times and protect his heart.

Otherwise, you may just sit down and take a nap before you find that your body is completely frozen.

The sword house was built here to practice, and every breath was torment.

But Fang Yuan held on to this torment for a long time.

At the beginning, he only sat on a pillar of incense in this sword house, and his body was almost destroyed, and he had to return to the sword mound to take pills to heal his wounds, but later, he became more and more comfortable with the operation of the sword intent, but he found that he could sit for half an hour, and then later, it seemed that his own body, as well as the meridians and mana of his body, gradually adapted to the cold of this world, and he could sit for several hours.

A few months later, he even found himself able to sit in this sword house for days.

And at this time, he made up his mind, just stayed on the sword house, and no longer went back to the sword mound to avoid the cold.

On this snowy field, he wanted to find his original intention of the sword path, and finally deduced the method of forming a sword intent.

Previously, Fang Yuan had always felt that the sword intent could not be improved, but he found that he had undergone enough tempering and survived the tribulation of the Dao Heart, and the sword intent that could not be improved had also been improved, and even infinitely close to consummation, which made him feel confident in his heart......

Since the sword intent can be achieved, who can guarantee that he really can't condense into a sword heart?

After all, it's man-made!

Previously, he was quite talented in the way of the sword, and with the help of Tianyan's technique, he entered the kendo very quickly, but after all, his cultivation was still based on supernatural powers, and the way of the sword was not attentive enough, and now, he wanted to take advantage of the snowfield wind and snow to tamp his own sword, straighten out the front and back, and deduce it thoroughly, and then think about what to do next after his sword intent is completed!

This step may be difficult, but Fang Yuan believes that there must be.

Just as others say that the Great Dao is fifty, and one of them is gone, so there can be no perfect Dao heart in this world, but in the same way, the Great Dao is fifty, and one of them is gone, so there can be no real dead end in this world, and there will definitely be such a ray of opportunity!

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Build a house in the snow field, and practice kendo asceticly.

In the wind and snow, a year passed quickly, Fang Yuan had been quietly comprehending the way of the sword in the sword house, and Jin Hanxue also stayed in the sword mound and continued to practice her own method, the two of them practiced without interfering with each other, but they would support each other.

The only problem is that in the depths of this snow field, the resources are consumed very quickly, when Fang Yuan went deep into the snow field before, some resources have been almost consumed, and then he returned to the eighth snow line, and the resources he left on the magic boat there were also retrieved, but in a year, they have also been consumed, and now the poor Qiankun bag has seen the bottom......

Although near the sixth snow line, there were still three resources buried in the magic boats, which were taken back from the Yuan family and were worth a lot of money, but he didn't have time to get them back, let alone use these resources to purchase materials outside the snow field.

However, fortunately, at this time, the white cat played a role.

I don't know what method it uses, it often wanders around this sword mound, every time the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it will drive some snow beasts over, and Fang Yuan and Jin Hanxue killed these snow beasts, and they will eat meat, blood as medicine, and skin as skin, although it sounds like a bit of a hairy drink blood, but all kinds of problems are finally solved, and without the worry of resources, you can practice with all your heart.

Another point is that when the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool left before, Fang Yuan had asked them to tell the world, saying that they were practicing swords in the depths of this snow field, and whoever wanted to kill themselves or capture themselves could come to the depths of this snow field, and they had their own sword to wait for, but after waiting for so long, no assassin appeared, and even the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool never returned, as if everyone had forgotten him.

Fang Yuan couldn't figure it out either, so he simply ignored it.

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Three months passed, and Fang Yuan sat quietly in the sword house all day long.

Six months passed, and Fang Yuan danced his sword against the sky light on the snowfield.

Nine months had passed, and Fang Yuan was cooperating with the white cat to strangle the fierce snow bear on the snow field.

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Until one day a year and two months later, in the sky of the extreme north, there was a gorgeous skylight, constantly changing in the air, beautiful, this is a unique scenery on the snow field, will appear from time to time, with an indescribable magnificence and ethereal mystery, Fang Yuan quietly looked at the light of the day for a long time, suddenly became interested, and walked out of the snow house, dancing the sword against the skylight.

Now his sword intent is complete, the way of the sword has gone further, and he has danced the sword, but it is like a streamer, flying through the heavens and the earth, extremely gorgeous, and the sky light in the far north sky reflects each other, with an indescribable mysteriousness, as if it is integrated with heaven and earth.

At the end of the dance, Fang Yuan vibrated sharply, and gently flicked into the air, in this instant, the sword intent skyrocketed, and in the invisible shadow, it had already filled all directions, as this sword intent permeated, it seemed that the entire sky around him had changed, time had lost its meaning, and the flying snow in the void had stopped fluttering, as if it was a painting, frozen in mid-air.

But this state only lasted for a few breaths, the sword intent disappeared, and the snowflakes fell to the ground.

"Is this the limit?"

Fang Yuan sighed in a low voice and slowly put away his sword.

Now that he has re-sorted out his sword path, his cultivation before and after is transparent, and his sword intent has been clear and unhindered, to a certain extent, he can already be regarded as a half-step sword heart at this time, close to some kind of law between heaven and earth.

But it was only after reaching the half-step Kenshin that the limit was reached.

"Could it be that I can really only abandon the way of the sword and find other ways to form the Supreme Yuan Infant?"

Fang Yuan pondered this question quietly.

Now that he has a strong sword intent and a firm Dao heart, even if he encounters a similar problem again, he will not be easily disappointed, he just continues to look for new methods, although the hope is slim in the end, but he can always treat it with a normal heart.

Just as Fang Yuan was thinking about this question, the wind and snow around him suddenly stopped.

This kind of stopping, unlike Fang Yuan, affected the void with a powerful sword intent, but the fierce wind that was not rolling around on the snow field all the time, suddenly stopped, and the vast snow in the air seemed to disappear at this moment.

When Fang Yuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

He looked around intently, and suddenly his pupils contracted, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

At this time, the wind and snow disappeared suddenly, and his vision immediately widened, and he suddenly saw that in the northeast at this time, there was a person walking over slowly, that person looked very strange, on him, Fang Yuan sensed less than half a point of cultivation fluctuations, but appeared in the extremely cold environment of the ninth snow line, there was no driving clouds, and there was no sword, just walking slowly on the snow field.

At the beginning, Fang Yuan thought that an outsider had come in, but when he looked closely, the feeling in his heart was even stranger.

The figure didn't look tall, his figure was very thin, he walked up, limping, as if he had stepped on a foot, if you looked closely, you could even find that he seemed to be missing an arm, just walking slowly on the snowfield, plain, but it gave Fang Yuan an incomparably strange, secretly in line with the mystery of heaven and earth, and even every move affected heaven and earth.

"Who is this man?"

It was the first time Fang Yuan had seen such a strange person, but it felt very familiar.

After a slight hesitation, Fang Yuan hurriedly unfolded his body and chased after that person, with his current cultivation, there was no wind and snow in the air, his speed was naturally extremely fast, and in an instant, he had already swept out a distance of hundreds of zhang, but the strange thing was that the speed of the other party had obviously not changed, but after Fang Yuan drove out a distance of hundreds of zhang, he found that there was still a distance of hundreds of zhang from him.

"This senior, can you tell me?"

Fang Yuan felt even more strange in his heart, and couldn't help but shout.

When this voice sounded, the person stopped, and slowly turned around, at this time, Fang Yuan's heart sank again, but he saw that this person not only had one foot left, but also had one broken arm, and even one eye was blind, and one ear was missing.

But his appearance looks very young and delicate, and it does not give people a sense of weirdness.

"Can you see me?"

The man also glanced at Fang Yuan with one eye, and spoke hoarsely.

"Of course you can ......"

Fang Yuan saw that his figure was solid, and he didn't use any spells to cover his figure, so it was a little strange that he would ask like this.

"Your kendo cultivation is okay!"

The man nodded, then frowned slightly, and said, "But it's not good enough!"

With that, he walked on again.

"This ......"

Looking at this person and listening to his words, Fang Yuan suddenly had an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

Looking at his background, I don't know if I should catch up with him.