This is the unique sword intent on the sword mark boulder, it is extremely powerful, if the cultivation is slightly worse, it will not be able to withstand it at all, but Fang Zhe's cultivation is not weak now, he is already able to withstand it, if it is still in the middle of the Yudan, he only needs to look at it twice, then he will be able to attack the heart with blood and blood, if he continues to persevere, then he may die violently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, although I still feel a little uncomfortable, I can bear it for about an hour at a time!

After taking several deep breaths in a row, Fang Zhe calmed his mind, and then tried hard to see the sword marks on the sword marks boulder, and speculated on the possible sword moves based on these sword marks.

But an hour later, Fang Zhe closed his eyes without finding anything, and then began to meditate to regain his energy!

In the past hour, like more than thirty years before him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't comprehend even the slightest sword move from those sword marks.

After meditating for about three hours, Fang Zhe opened his eyes again!

As before, the moment he first opened his eyes, he seemed to see countless sword shadows stabbing towards him, if it was in the past, he would keep his mind, and then look at the sword marks on the boulder with all his heart!

But this time, he didn't do it, anyway, he hadn't been able to comprehend it for so long, and now it was not bad for a while, so he let his mind wander in the extremely powerful sword shadow.

But soon, Fang Zhe's complexion changed abruptly!

An instant later, I saw him let out an exclamation, and then it turned out to be a flying backwards, and at the same time, the sword embryo of his dantian was also sacrificed in an instant, and in an instant, it turned into a three-foot long sword and was held in his hand.

I saw him look around, as if he was alerting some enemy, but this state only lasted for a short time, and then Fang Zhe suddenly showed a wry smile.

However, after smiling bitterly, I saw him show a thoughtful expression, and then show a look of ecstasy!

"That's it, yes, it must be like this!"

Then, I saw him sit cross-legged again, and after taking several deep breaths in a row, he opened his eyes again!

In an instant, countless sword shadows attacked again, and this time, he didn't look at the sword marks on the boulder, nor did he pay attention to the sword shadows that seemed to be about to pierce himself.

As if he hadn't seen anything, he opened his eyes and felt those incomparably powerful sword intents!

For the first time, he didn't run away from those extremely powerful sword intents, but let himself feel and even integrate into them.

From the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear an angry roar, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear a low cry, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear unwillingness, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to see the sky being torn apart, revealing a void that could not be seen at a glance.

This feeling was quite wonderful, as if these sword shadows contained some kind of emotion, allowing Fang Zhe to truly sense it.

At this moment, Fang Zhe seemed to be able to imagine that it was a battle for the ages.

The white-clothed immortal holding the Heaven Seeking Sword looked up at the sky, and there were bursts of low sobs from the sky, and he muttered with a hint of reluctance, but quickly lowered his head again, and a roar came from the depths of the black void in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a little light appeared in the depths of the void in front of him, no, it was a combination of three different colors of light, it was an irregular boulder, and on top of the boulder, there was a man in black clothes and white hair, he seemed to be laughing, laughing wildly!

The white-clothed immortal seemed to mutter something, and then still showed a resolute expression, he pulled out his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the black-clothed and white-haired man on the boulder in front of him, and the word Xuntian on the sword body shone with golden light!

The white-haired man in black seemed to be laughing wildly all the time, without any movement, but the space around him was constantly disappearing, sweeping towards the man in white like a breaking wave.

At this time, the Heaven Seeking Sword in the hands of the white-clothed immortal moved, and there was not much movement, just a slight swing in front of him, and there was no sharp sword qi, let alone an earth-shattering loud sound.

However, at this time, the man in black on the opposite side showed a look of horror, and he was cursing something, but in the next moment, his body gradually turned into powder, just like the rotten wood that had been sealed in the sealed space for countless thousands of years encountered the wind and turned into ashes in an instant.

At the same time, the three-colored boulder under his feet also instantly appeared with countless sword marks, and then fell from the air, falling towards the endless void!

And the white-clothed immortal who issued this sword still had the same expression, not even the slightest change in his expression, still maintaining the same determination and reluctance as before, as if he was petrified, standing in place, but as the breeze slowly blew, his whole person slowly turned into ashes and went away with the wind!

Fang Zhe didn't actually see this scene at all, he just had such a desolate and sad feeling, but these sword intents were as if they were alive, with all kinds of emotions, telling a story, so that he, a descendant of countless thousands of years later, could perceive one or two from it.

And this feeling is very wonderful, it is a feeling that he has never felt in more than 30 years when he comprehended the sword marks of the boulder!

Those countless sword shadows seemed to have turned into a sword in the end!

However, this sword seems to be ever-changing, turning into thousands of swords and even countless swords!

Fang Zhe closed his eyes, although he couldn't see the sharp sword intent, but the sword intent around him was as if it still existed, constantly telling the story of which sword, the people and things behind this sword.

What was that roar? Who made it?

Whose is that low cry, and for whom?

Who is that unwilling roar, and why is it unwilling?

Fang Zhe felt as if he was immersed in a story, as if he had incarnated a character in the story, so he slowly raised the sword embryo in his hand.

Then the three-foot long sword in his hand gently swung forward, and in an instant, the entire portrait space suddenly fell apart!

This sword, there is no sword light, there is no sharp sword intent, there is just a low cry and an unwilling low roar!

When Fang Zhe opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the portrait space, but in his own practice room, and right in front of him was the huge sword mark boulder!

This sword mark boulder didn't look the same as before, but only Fang Zhe knew that there was an extra sword mark on this boulder that was so shallow that it couldn't be seen with the naked eye!

This sword mark is completely incomparable to the dense thick sword marks around it, the gap between the two is like that of the sun and fireflies, but it is undeniable that there is an extra sword mark on this boulder.

And this sword mark was left by Fang Zhe's previous sword!

But Fang Zhe, who had successfully left this sword mark on this strange boulder, did not show any happy look, but sighed deeply!

He finally knew why he could feel the low cry and unwilling roar from the shadow of the sword before, because when he also sacrificed this sword, he instantly understood that the power of this sword was far greater than the Jingyuan Sword Technique he had cultivated, but this kind of strength had a price, that is, this sword was used at the cost of his life!