Yang Yufan's body gradually sank into the sea of sword hearts, sinking deeper and deeper. However, as soon as he entered the Sword Heart Sea, Yang Yufan found that this black sea water did not look like real sea water, and he could actually breathe freely in it, as if he was on land. The surroundings were pitch black, and no matter whether it was spiritual power or divine thoughts, they couldn't be released from the body.

And in the sea of sword hearts, there is still a lot of squeezing force, and the further down it goes, the greater this force will be.

Time passed slowly, ten minutes and ten minutes, and Yang Yufan's body was still falling, as if the Sword Heart Sea was a bottomless pit.

I don't know how long it took, but when Yang Yufan's heart was about to be eroded by endless pressure, loneliness, fear, and anxiety, he suddenly sobered up, and asked himself in his heart: "What's wrong with me, isn't it just some loneliness and loneliness? Which monk can't go further without enduring endless loneliness and loneliness?"

Yang Yufan's eyes flashed, his uneasy mood gradually calmed down, everything could not affect his thinking, his will was extremely firm. He actually gradually cultivated under such circumstances, and the "Nine Turns Xuangong" and "Xuanxin Miaofa" operated in the body at the same time without interfering with each other.

"The speed of cultivation in the past few days is a bit too fast, so I will use this rare time to consolidate my cultivation and polish my foundation. Yang Yufan thought firmly, the terrifying pressure could just be used to boil his body and strengthen his physique.

The pressure of Jian Xinhai was like an iron hammer, frantically tempering on his body, as if he wanted to build Yang Yufan's body into a peerless spirit soldier.

Yang Yufan's cultivation became more and more condensed, and the true yuan that he had previously felt a little vain was also controlled more freely, wishfully, and handy.

I don't know how long time has passed, Yang Yufan felt that both his physique and the true yuan had been greatly enhanced, and he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark......

When Yang Yufan opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a small wooden house, lying on a shabby wooden bed.

Suddenly, he felt an uncontrollable force invade, and in an instant, everything about him seemed to be wiped out into invisibility, and his cultivation and realm seemed to disappear in an instant, and then, he felt that he had come to another world, where he suddenly had a lot of memories, he was born and grew up here.

This is the world of Kenshin, everything is a sword, starting with a sword and ending with a sword.

Yang Yufan got up from the bed and stood with his hands in his hands, his appearance was still that of a teenager, and even his memories and perceptions were there, but his cultivation was all gone.

From birth to now, it seems like only a moment has passed, but those memories are real, he seems to have just arrived in this world, but there are decades of more memories.

"What the hell is going on, could it be that this is the place of great danger that the three of the White Fox Kings said?" Yang Yufan asked himself in his heart.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded, and the small wooden door of the room where Yang Yufan was located was vigorously blasted open by the "person". A gruff voice rang out.

"Sword slave, Yang Yufan, hurry up for Lao Tzu. ”

Yang Yufan's eyes showed sharpness and looked at the door. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and someone dared to call him a sword slave who was simply looking for death. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't cultivate now, he would have killed the person who called him with one finger.

I saw that the person who appeared at the door was not a person, but a sword, this sword was very "huge", and Yang Yufan's first feeling was that he was a little fat.

A sword is very fat like a fat ball, and it can also speak, which is definitely a shocking magic weapon in the outside world, but it is common in this sword heart world.

Every sword here has just been born, and it can fly in the air.

"Sword slave Yang Yufan, what are you still looking at. Don't think that you are a master if you put on a master's appearance, hurry up and go out to work for Lao Tzu, delay the major events of my Chixiao Sword Sect and Liyan Sword Sect, and you will die. This wide sword slammed Yang Yufan's head, knocking Yang Yufan to the ground, but it didn't cause him any damage. This sword is very experienced.

Yang Yufan touched his head and showed a flattering smile, "Lord Steward, the little one knows, and he won't delay Miss Shijian's lifelong event." This is a habit he has developed for more than ten years, and he really can't change it for a while.

"It's good to know. Hmph!" the sword steward snorted, and then flew out leisurely.

Yang Yufan looked at the sword shadow of the sword steward leaving, remembered what he had just said, and couldn't help but imagine the picture of the two swords engaged, married, and lived in his mind.

Both the Chixiao Sword Sect and the Liyan Sword Sect belong to one of the top ten sword sects in the Sword Heart World, and each sword faction has a sword venerable in charge.

And the sword in the Kenshin world is also divided into grades, from low to high, first-level spirit soldiers, second-level spirit soldiers, and third-level spirit soldiers...... The ninth-level spirit soldier, as well as the highest-level supreme-level spirit soldier, that is, the Sword Venerable.

Sword Venerable, in the Sword Heart World, is the top power, although they are still swords, but they can transform into human bodies, ever-changing. Every Sword Venerable can split mountains and slash the moon, and with one move, one side of the space will be turned into nothingness.

Everything in the Sword Heart World is respected by the sword, and the human race is actually only a slave in this world. As if the yin and yang of this world are reversed, the human race is no longer the existence of the sword of killing, but has become a killing tool in the hands of the sword, and everything is dominated by the sword.

Yang Yufan walked out of the cabin and came to the large hall of the Chixiao Sword Sect, which was full of lights and red and prosperous.

Yang Yufan finally saw the other people, but these people's eyes were numb, and they had no vitality at all, if they didn't watch them walk, Yang Yufan would treat them as dead people.

In addition to the human race, Yang Yufan also saw a sharp sword shuttling through it, there were long swords, short swords, thin swords, and wide swords, no matter what kind of sword it was, Yang Yufan could sense the joy from their bodies.

The day's time ended in the busyness of Yang Yufan's wedding hall, and he hadn't done things like a mortal for a long time, so Yang Yufan had a different understanding.

On the way back, as he passed a small garden, there was a low cry and the snort of the sword on the flowers.

Yang Yufan was curious, and couldn't help but walk into the garden.

"Hey, this isn't a sword, why is she here alone?"