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At this moment, the chill was heavy, flakes of goose feathers fell, and silence enveloped the world.

In the cold wind, Yuan Futu came to the Tianxuan Cliff, frowned slightly, and stared at the extremely simple seven-line characters, "Tianxuan Sword Art" is not a sword move, but a kind that can kill gods and Buddhas, The invincible artistic conception that rivals all living beings is like the seal of the Buddha in the Great Prajna Temple, or like the glaring eyes of the Vajra, or like a Bodhisattva picking up flowers.

To comprehend this kind of artistic conception, one does not rely on the body after tempering, but relies on the communication between Yuanshenhai and the vitality of heaven and earth, transforms it into Yuanli, and renders this artistic conception, thus creating a scene of fierce killing intent .

Before coming here, I heard from Xiaodouzi that this sword formula has reached the sixth-level level, which has surpassed the restrictions of elements, that is, every element can find its own powerful sword intent from this sword formula, but it is destined to be difficult There are some people who can excel in cultivation.

"Brave sword cuts the eight wastelands, wise sword flattens the four directions, kills the sword to destroy gods and Buddhas, rages the sword to pour the world, all things return to hiding..."

Yuan Futu conveniently took out a branch from the snow and waved it wantonly, in a disorderly and aimless manner, recalling the few lines written on the mountain wall in his mind, even though he didn't have any foundation, he still persisted in wanting to understand the meaning of it .

At this moment, the snow was falling even more heavily, and the coldness in the world gradually became thicker, but it was somewhat chilling.

Yuan Futu could feel the vitality of heaven and earth floating in the snowflakes. With every breath, he formed a strange echo with this invisible and intangible energy, which completely released the power of his body, from the soles of his feet to his waist, From the waist to the arms, and then from the arms to the wrists, the strength penetrated into the dead branches along the fingertips, making every swing of the dead branches extremely fierce, whistling and windy.

This kind of superficial perception method, let alone in the imperial court, even in the mortal world, there are many warriors who can understand it well. For Yuan Futu, his Yuanshenhai has already awakened, and he has digested Tianxuan ** *As well as the potency of the Jade God Pill, the absorption rate of heaven and earth vitality is much faster than before. The key is how to convert it into vitality, which has become a headache.

Pong!

Suddenly, the fragile dead branch obviously couldn't bear the transmitted power and split apart, turning into pieces and falling to the ground with snowflakes. Yuan Futu's hand was still held empty, and his face was rather ugly. Stepping into the imperial court as a mortal, intending to live forever, but never thought about whether he really has such aptitude and luck.

For every practitioner, age is very important. Although Yuan Futu is not yet twenty, he is already on the verge of the golden age of cultivation, and may become a complete waste at any time. Even if he breaks through with the power of medicine, But in the future, it is impossible to achieve much, so I can only live a mediocre life.

Thinking of this, Yuan Futu sighed lightly, looked at those few lines of ancient handwriting dullly, and murmured: "Except for Wan'er, there is no one in this ghostly place who is willing to teach me how to practice, let alone such a profound exercise." Classics, it would be great if the master hadn’t died, and now there is no one who can cover him.”

Then he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly.

"Boom! Boo! Boo!."

Suddenly, in the depths of his mind, a series of sounds of howling swords came, from far to near, becoming more and more clear. Yuan Futu felt very strange, and then he began to feel a pain in his left eye, which became more and more painful. The more intense it is, it seems like tens of thousands of needles are hidden inside, about to burst out.

Yuan Futu suddenly opened his left eye, suddenly everything was quiet, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The whole world seemed to be trapped in a strange space, everything was still in front of Yuan Futu's eyes, and the only thing that was still moving was the almost illusory figure not far away.

That figure was completely transparent, glowing with a moon-white streamer, with an immortal demeanor, extremely refined, wearing a square scarf and holding a green steel sword, standing proudly in front of the mountain wall.

The figure looks rather thin, like a frail scholar going to Beijing to rush for an exam, but this sword is unexpectedly brave in his hands. Every move, every move, breaks mountains and rocks, crosses cracked water, and the powerful yuan power transformed by the sword formula, In Yuan Futu's mind, there were only two words that could not be destroyed.

Fearless!

"Difficult...could this be the fearless sword intent of Brave Sword Slashing Eight Desolations!"

Only without fear can one be brave and invincible. Brave swords and swords are the first essence of "Tianxuan Sword Art", which is tough and fearless.

This kind of sword intent is swaying wantonly in the air, Yuan Futu can deeply feel the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world and the exquisite control of the vitality in the sword move, but he doesn't know that such a perfect brave sword, I am afraid that even Even Sword Twelve may not be able to use it.

Immediately afterwards, the edge of the sword turned sharply, and the fearless sword intent followed the trend, and the figure's sword style began to become agile. Between the retraction and release of infinite energy, sometimes it was wild like a river, and sometimes it was as delicate as a spring.

He seems to have thought carefully before each sword strike, which makes the sword formula seem to contain infinite wisdom. It makes people feel that just one sword strike can break all the enemies and all the killing moves standing in front of him.

"Wisdom sword is equal to all directions!" Yuan Futu exclaimed.

However, before the words fell, the sword light of Zhijian quietly dimmed, replaced by a killing intent to destroy the world, presumably this is the killing sword that Pound is eager to practice now.It's just that now that this blue steel sword is in the hands of a frail scholar, the murderous energy released by it overflows, forming a series of solid sword lights that shuttle in the void, as if all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are about to be beheaded by him Lose.

Who is he?

This question finally awakened Yuan Futu like a dream. He began to feel that everything around him became unreal. Suddenly, a drop of warmth dripped from the corner of his left eye and landed on the white snow, like a weeping flower. plum bossom.

Although he couldn't see it, Yuan Futu could feel it through the vitality of heaven and earth. His pupils were changing, from ink-stained black to blood-red, and in the center of the pupils, there was a petal-like purple in the dim pupils. The branding gradually emerged, and it was so strange that it looked lonely but sinister.

At the same time, a thought appeared in Yuan Futu's mind, as if the spiritual imprint hidden deep in his memory gradually brightened, he immediately noticed a familiar aura, and clearly judged that this aura came from the dominant Holding the chaotic substance of Yuanshenhai, a chaotic spirit treasure that was injected into Li Cangtian's body, this mysterious idea derived from the chaos began to make him know some things that he had never touched before.

The so-called Chaos Lingbao seemed to exert some kind of power and condensed in his eyes.

Yuan Futu wiped off the blood, raised his head, looked at the unreal figure, felt the sharp sword intent that could not tell the truth from reality, and suddenly said in surprise: "It turns out that this is called the eye of reincarnation...it can actually see the history !!!”

The history here, of course, is not those recorded in the history books, but in a fixed location, where you can experience what happened in this place personally, also known as the past.

So that weak scholar is not illusory, but thousands of years ago, a person who used to be a man in the villa, and was able to perform the "Tianxuan Sword Art" so powerfully, even if he is not a law enforcer, he is also a veteran-level master, maybe it is someone There may be one owner.

In the depths of Yuan Futu's mind, the dim spiritual imprint became brighter and brighter, making him vaguely detect the origin of the left eye and its special function. This eye named reincarnation can instinctively feel the relationship between people and objects. The relationship between them is like a halo hidden in history seen by the eyes of the human mind.

The same mountain wall, however, in Yuan Futu's field of vision, through hundreds of years of history, he saw the scene where a certain master was practicing here, and he clearly felt the piercing sword intent and Changes in the vitality of the world.

He even felt that if this potential was stimulated, he could almost accurately observe anything that happened here at that time.