"What the hell is that?!" Fang gradually turned sharply.

Jian Nian's sword is fast, accurate, and error-free, that kind of accuracy is beyond his reach even now, what is it?

What gave him the ability to discern even after being blindfolded?

As he pondered it, Fang gradually felt that even time began to become extremely slow, and the clearest thing was the sound of his heartbeat first, and then the sound of breathing.

Gradually, Fang gradually left to hear more, the pain in the flesh seemed to have a sound, not only the sound of the wind from the outside world, but also the every vibration of the sword blade, the spiritual mist undulating like a tide, and the more precise temperature when the blood dripped down, as if everything could be heard, even if it was not a sound in the first place.

He began to seek more, relying on more than just hearing, which was not enough.

At this moment, Fang gradually felt that if he wanted to feel more, then he must have more enlightenment, and the deeper perception hidden in his body must break through the shackles of this body and go to a larger and freer space.

And this requires transcending the five senses and finding sustenance.

"You must see more, touch more!" Fang gradually said a determined voice.

The more wounds on his body, the more pain magnified and invaded, which not only did not destroy Fang Yuanli's mind, but made him more cohesive in the pain, and walked towards the unknown direction at an extremely fast speed.

From a certain point of view, Fang Yanli had coincidentally entered a mysterious state at this time.

This state is very rare, even if Fang gradually leaves the cultivation so far, it is only this time.

Fang gradually left only to feel that his thoughts were unprecedentedly concentrated, turning into the sharpest point, wanting to pierce the darkness in his eyes and reach the heavenly dome where light and shadow intertwined.

But where is it so simple, Fang gradually left only to feel the darkness covering his eyes, if he wanted to feel the front, it was extremely difficult.

At this moment, fearless of sword intent, he flipped over the Wing Yin Sword in his hand, and then rushed into Fang Yuanli's body.

At that moment, Fang gradually realized that his eyes seemed to be bright for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, a sword shape with condensed sword intent had appeared in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Fang gradually left and suddenly opened up.

"Although I have already understood the sword intent, this step has not been reached for a long time, it is really providence!" Fang gradually left the sword-shaped sword intent, and suddenly his thoughts were clear.

What he could do without a sword intent, why couldn't he?

No, he could! and he had already mastered it, but he didn't know it.

The sharp sword intent suddenly came from the heart, this time, the sword intent went straight to the heart essence, and it seemed that the sky could be investigated under the thought, which was undoubtedly a higher realm.

The sharp edge of the sword intent tore through all the darkness in front of him in an instant, outlining a world made of simple lines.

"This is, Kenshin!"

Fang gradually opened his eyes suddenly, and there was darkness in the pupils of his eyes.

It is undeniable that he has a great talent for sword cultivation, even if the sword is just a means for him.

Bite!

The Wakiyin Sword in Fang Wanli's hand crossed Fang Wanli's arm at an extremely strange speed, and this was also the first time that Fang Wanli had captured the trajectory of that sword blade.

"What?!" was far more surprised than his opponent Shu Luo, including the dozen or so female cultivators of the Fuling Sect, who also had big mouths and unbelievable expressions.

How is this possible? Fang Yanli actually blocked Shu Luo's sword in an instant after being motionless for a moment?

"No, it's just a coincidence. Shu Lin flatly denied.

Because she really didn't want to believe in another possibility.

However, the next moment, ding, ding, ding!

Three swords in a row, Fang gradually left to block at will, and his calm posture seemed to have really seen through everything.

"It turns out that your sword intent has not yet reached the level of opening the sword heart. Fang gradually left the corner of his mouth with a hint of a smile, but the Wing Yin Sword in his hand was getting faster and faster.

Shu Luo's palm handprints flew up, spiritual power gushed out wildly, and sword blades slashed out of the air one after another, but none of them were blocked by Fang Yuanli.

Even if it's a lot faster than it used to be!

"How could he suddenly react?" Shu Luo's heart was full of incredulity, but the spiritual power in his handprint was pouring out like money.

On the other hand, Fang gradually left there, and the whole person twisted into an afterimage, and a wakiyin sword in his hand danced into a looming sword ring.

That kind of reaction speed is far beyond before!

Not only that, but everyone could clearly feel that the sword intent on his body seemed to have changed completely.

As Fang gradually left each sword swinged, there was a sword intent condensed into a sword, and a wisp of spiritual power swept out with Fang gradually away.

Then a flickering spirit pattern broke through it, and there was no trace of it.

I don't know how long it took, but in just a moment before Fang gradually left his eyes, the Wing Yin Sword in his hand swung violently, and a huge picture suddenly appeared in front of him, which was covered with traces of cracks.

"Break!" Fang gradually let out a low snort, and swept with a sword.

A sword diagram broke from it, and at the same time, the bamboo sword also flew upside down and fell into Shu Luo's hand.

"I see, you have comprehended the sword intent to a deeper level. After all, Shu Luo also had sword intent, and he quickly sensed this, and said.

Who knew that Fang gradually left and shook his head: "Jian Xin and Sword Intent are originally in no particular order, I can only say that I have learned more." ”

Shu Luo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "But you still can't defeat me." ”

Why? Fang gradually left without asking why, because just by looking at the appearance of the two of them now, they could tell the difference.

Shu Luo was still unstained, and Fang Yuanli's robe was already bright red.

But Fang Wanli retorted seriously: "I have suffered injuries ten times heavier than this, but in the end I didn't lose." ”

The Wakiyin Sword in his hand was raised slightly, and Fang gradually left the voice: "Defeat you, I have already prepared a move!"

Shu Luo's clothes were fluttering, and he was about to speak, when suddenly his brows jumped, and he looked at Fang gradually leaving the Wing Yin Sword.

Seeing Fang gradually leaving the other hand, he pinched the sword fingers, and the two fingers were combined and pressed on the sword body.

A simple action came to his mind, and although it was simple, it contained infinite wonder.

Unconsciously, the seal in his hand condensed on its own, and he also stepped out one step at a time.

His lips twitched, as if he had pinched up a complicated mental technique.

Then there was a roar of spiritual power, and more than half of the spiritual power in Fang gradually left his body and frantically poured into the Wakiyin Sword.

His eyebrows became extremely light, and his whole body was fused with the sword intent.

Immediately after that, a very simple action: pick up the sword.

In an instant, in Shu Luo's pupils, a sword enlarged infinitely, and then seemed to become as huge as a mountain, and it was a real sword as powerful as a mountain!

There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it.

The world is lonely, and only a very faint sentence is left in my ears:

"The Xuanling Sword moves mountains and rivers!"