Fang Zhuo kept telling himself to be calm, to be calm. He woke up from the body under the bluestone, Fang Zhuo circled around the bluestone a few times, and then penetrated his divine sense into the bluestone, and looked at the white lotus and the swimming fish for a while. Only after his mind was completely calm did Fang Zhuo enter the Purple Mansion space again.

This time, he wanted to seriously feel the feeling of dodging the stab of the sword.

Calm, calm, calm.

Fang Zhuo felt that all aspects of his body were completely ready, and as soon as his divine sense moved, the sword thorn suddenly flashed!

The sword moves, the sword comes, the man moves, dodge!

In an instant, Fang Zhuo felt the sword thorn suddenly fall short, and it swept past his cheek!

It's done!

Fang Zhuo excitedly yelled in the Purple Mansion space, and even turned a series of heels childishly!

Refreshing!

It's so cool!

He was killed by this sword for five or six years! Fang Zhuo's consciousness didn't know how many times he had died under this sword!

This time, Fang Zhuo could finally face this sword without fear or pressure!

Confirming that he really could, Fang Zhuo began to force himself to calm down. He drew the sword over and over again, and experienced the thrill of survival in the moment of life and death over and over again.

Fang Zhuo was intoxicated by this feeling.

I don't know how many times the Dao was repeated, Fang Zhuo once again induced the long sword. Suddenly, a sword light flew into the air, and with a bang, the sword thorn was volleyed into the air!

Fang Zhuo was stunned.

One long sword in front of me turned into two. From the long swords hidden in the corners, another flew out.

Fang Zhuo saw that the sword path thorn was constantly stabbing, shuttling through the Purple Mansion space like lightning. Its speed was far from being comparable to the speed at which Fang Zhuo controlled the Hidden God Sword in the medicine garden space, and it only made Fang Zhuo's mind feel relieved, and he had a hearty feeling.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo realized that he had only avoided one blow. If this long sword shuttles back and forth like this, there will be more than a dozen holes in his body in an instant.

However, no matter how fast and changing the sword thorn is, the second long sword's oblique slash parry from left to right can always easily block the sword thorn.

Fang Zhuo stared at every encounter between these two swords, completely memorizing every detail of their angle, speed, strength, and so on!

This time, the sword given by Wangjian should be one of the four most basic sword moves-frame.

Frame, that is, parry.

Dodging and parrying are both part of defense. But the difficulty of parrying is obviously higher. Dodging is more about using body and footwork to avoid the opponent's attacks, while parrying is a direct cracking of the opponent's moves.

Fang Zhuo memorized the movements of the parry sword, which would be what he would learn next. The Sword Inheritance doesn't need to dodge by itself, but has to parry the sword of "Thorn" by itself!

If he could calmly block the lightning-like shuttle back and forth of the sword thorn like a second sword, Fang Zhuo felt that his defense should have been raised to an extremely high level.

The attack and defense of the two swords lasted for a quarter of an hour or so. Fang Zhuo saw that the parrying sword demonstrated the parry techniques that could be used to deal with the stabbing attack three times from the beginning. Then, Fang Zhuo saw this parry sword slowly disintegrate, turning into a cloud of spiritual light.

Fang Zhuozheng didn't know what was going on in the Dao, and he saw a short sword slowly appear from that cloud of aura.

Hidden Sword.

Fang Zhuo was surprised to see that aura had actually turned into his own Hidden God Sword.

His consciousness moved, and the Hidden God Sword suddenly flew in front of him!

Fang Zhuo's divine sense moved, and he swept out, and the real Hidden God Sword was still in his storage ring at this moment. This Hidden God Sword was transformed by the parrying sword just now. He used his divine sense to communicate with this hidden sword and got the message he wanted.

First of all, the Hidden God Sword was built by himself, and he already had a preliminary spirituality. The parry sword turned into a hidden divine sword at this moment, just to make Fang Zhuo's practice more smooth and smooth.

Secondly, because the Hidden God Sword had a preliminary spirituality, Fang Zhuo's frequent use of it in the Purple Mansion Space was equivalent to using his divine sense to continuously refine the Hidden God Sword. If this continued, Fang Zhuo's Hidden God Sword spirituality would continue to improve, and the tacit understanding between Fang Zhuo and the Hidden God Sword would slowly continue to deepen.

From now on, Fang Zhuo would need the Imperial Envoy's Hidden God Sword to parry the attack of the Sword Dao Thorn.

The Hidden God Sword hung in front of Fang Zhuo, and Fang Zhuo communicated with the short sword. The Hidden God Sword let out bursts of clear sounds, like an excited child. Fang Zhuo's divine sense moved, triggering the sword path stab!

With a flash of white light, Fang Zhuo's Hidden God Sword suddenly slashed out. According to the way and angle of the parrying sword, Fang Zhuo took out the sword!

"Sneer——!" Fang Zhuo saw a huge earthquake in the sea, his eyes were dark, and he hung up.

Fang Zhuo's body smiled bitterly under the bluestone. It seems that the day of one sword and one kill, sword and sword seeing life and death, is back again. After just ten minutes of refreshment, Wangjian couldn't look at it anymore and pushed out a new step.

Fang Zhuo greedily breathed the breath around the bluestone, and the 10,000-year-old stone blue in the bluestone continued to release the power of life, restoring his tired body.

A moment later, Fang Zhuo closed his eyes, and his divine sense reappeared in the Purple Mansion.

Go on!

Although he was struggling between life and death every moment, Fang Zhuo was looking forward to what realm his sword path would reach if all those swords that were silent in the Purple Mansion were unsealed by him one by one.

The next day, Fang Zhuo appeared in Shen Pingqi's Qingxiao Pavilion in good spirits.

"Boy, your elixir is very good. Shen Pingqi was taking drunken shrimp, and when he saw him come in, he said lightly.

"Disciple, there are two bottles of better ones here, you can try them. Fang Zhuo took out two more bottles of pills and put them on the table. When it was over, he added, "This is what I just got." ”

In fact, these two bottles were refined by Fang Zhuo using the Demon Beast Condensation Pill in the Rat King's body, and the medicinal effect was several times stronger than those in the previous Unknown Dao.

Shen Pingqi didn't investigate the source of the elixir, he just looked at the jade bottle and said, "Send a bottle to your Uncle Yuping." "This apprentice has many secrets, and Shen Pingqi knows it very well. But he never asked, and it was best to maintain a tacit understanding between master and apprentice.

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the relationship between Master Lu Dao and Uncle Yu Ping was really extraordinary.

"Master, what's going on with your body?Disciple is slightly more Qi Huang, do you want me to help you take a look?" Fang Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and finally unveiled the topic.

Shen Pingqi smiled slightly, and squinted at him: "Several top Dan Dao masters in Fulong Mountain have shown me, and I and Senior Uncle Yu Ping's problem can't be cured." You, just worry about yourself. ”

Fang Zhuo was rejected, and it was not good to insist too much, oh, he could only give up.

"Master, the disciple started cultivating the Star Sword last night, but it seems to be a little abnormal. Fang Zhuo diverted the topic.

"Oh?" Shen Pingqi swallowed the drunken shrimp and asked, "What's abnormal?"