I have a sword in my head

Whoosh!

Fang Haotian jumped from the stone nest to the flat above, looked at the rolling snow sea in the distance and the endless snow-white wasteland, suddenly felt that he was really small as dust, and couldn't help but fear the world.

But looking at the endless snow-white wasteland, Fang Haotian's vision was wide and his depressed state of mind suddenly opened up.

With xuanyuanpo dizzy, Fang Haotian walked in the wilderness for six days and found the stone nest where xuanyuanpo could hide.

Because he took a lot of elixirs, his body has now recovered.

"Brother, I hope you can wake up safely."

Fang Hao took a breath and pulled out the Chixiao Yanlong sword.

"Let's go."

Fang Haotian waved his sword.

Whew!

Sword practice starts with the diving dragon coming out of the abyss, and then the basic thirteen moves begin!

It was originally the basic 14 moves, but because the sword pulling skill has become a powerful sword move, the 14 moves taught by Su Qingxuan are only the 13 moves for Haotian.

Based on the thirteen movements, Fang Haotian feels a new understanding every time he practices, which can further improve his attainments in the sword.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Fang Haotian kept waving his sword, waving his sword, and then waving his sword.

... more than 10000 sword swings, one day from morning to night.

"It turns out that the sword can exert such force, which is much better than my previous habit of exerting force. If I wield my sword with ten kilograms in the future, I only need five kilograms now... "

While wielding the sword, Fang Haotian constantly realized the mystery and possibility of each copy, and constantly realized the urging of power and the modification of sword potential.

"Thorn."

When the Chixiao Yanlong sword was shocked, it suddenly exerted its force and emitted an electricity.

"Pick!"

When the stabbed sword was almost exhausted, the sword tip suddenly picked up slightly to form a pick type.

At the end of the pick, the long sword vibrates and changes again.

"The wind and cloud dried up, a sword edge!"

Fang Haotian suddenly roared in his throat, and the long sword stabbed out like a giant dragon.

It is a simplified version of this move, but it is also a simplified version of "hidden dragon out of the abyss".

The simplified version of "wind and cloud exhausted a sword edge" is far less powerful than before. However, after integrating the move of "hidden dragon out of the abyss", it is faster and more ferocious. In addition, it adds the two moves of stabbing and picking the foundation in front, which makes this move extremely mysterious and has a real sense of returning to simplicity.

"Kill!"

Fang Haotian waved his sword again and again. His eyes were as fierce as the most powerful beast in ancient times.

Every time he waved his sword, he could almost see Jiang Yi, Zhu Liang, the Xu family and all the people he wanted to kill standing in front of him.

Kill! Kill!

He has to kill these people.

No matter what happens when xuanyuanpo wakes up, Fang Haotian has moved to kill Jiang Yi and others.

But Fang Haotian didn't know at this time. He never had a chance to see Jiang Yi again.

"Poof."

After waving his sword with all his strength again, it was as if someone suddenly pulled him in front and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground.

Whew!

Chixiao Yanlong sword shot out to the front and stabbed on the snow.

Hoo Hoo!

Fang Haotian was lying on the snow, panting. It's a snowy world. He's still sweating.

Sweat drips on the snow, and the heat melts the snow.

But the sweat was too weak after all. As soon as the snow melted, it fought back, and then the sweat turned into ice and melted into the snow.

Fang Haotian looked up at the sword obliquely inserted in the snow in front. He tried to climb over and take the sword.

But he was really tired. The terrible fatigue of his body made him want to give up.

"No, I can't give up. I can't give up anything. I want to be strong, I can't give up, I want to be strong..."

When he gave up the idea, Fang Haotian suddenly woke up. Suddenly he seemed to see Su Qingxuan standing in front of him and said to him, "the process of cultivation is the process of breaking through the limit..."

"Break through the limit. Now I'm facing a limit. If I want to be strong, I must break through the limit... So I can't give up. I want to continue to practice... Fang Haotian, get up!"

Fang haotianmeng gritted his teeth, turned over and sat up, and tried his best to form a cultivation handprint.

... one day, two days, ten days, eighty days... The 99th day Xuanyuan broke his dizziness!

At the top of the stone nest, Fang Haotian sat cross legged, and the Chixiao Yanlong sword was obliquely inserted aside.

At this time, Fang Haotian was gradually emitting thick snow-white smoke.

Fang Haotian's body was not on fire, but his Qi and blood rolled and his energy kept surging. When he came into contact with the flying snowflakes, the snowflakes suddenly melted and then turned into water vapor, which swirled around Fang Haotian's body.

After three months of hard cultivation, Fang Haotian lost a lot of weight and looked very thin. His face was like a knife, and his eyes were deep. But his whole spirit is more heroic, resolute and decisive.

Sitting with eyes closed, it has a palpitating momentum and frightens people's heartstrings. It seems that he is no longer a man, but a sword, a sharp sword that can kill all the people in the world at any time.

Sword power!

So at this time, Xuanyuan Po woke up and saw Fang Haotian sitting cross legged. Based on his experience, he is likely to see that Fang Haotian has actually reached the state of body melting sword potential.

Enter the mind with potential, enter the Tao with meaning!

Reaching the realm of sword potential is tantamount to touching the door edge of sword meaning.

But Fang Haotian is now the sixth cultivation achievement of Lingwu realm. How can he touch the edge of sword meaning so soon?

Sword means martial arts.

Sword is a kind of martial arts.

People like to call the martial sense realized by sword practitioners as sword sense, just as people who practice guns are called gun sense, people who practice knives are called knife sense, and people who practice boxing are called martial sense... Normally, the martial sense door edge can only be touched when they reach the Ninth level of Lingwu territory, and then they keep understanding, making continuous efforts and exploring until they suddenly see the whole martial sense door, and then step into Yuanyang.

The beginning of one yuan, the beginning of Yang!

Yuanyang state is called by some powerful people. Only those who enter Yuanyang state can be regarded as real practitioners.

Yes, people below Yuanyang are martial arts practitioners. When you get to Yuanyang, you can be regarded as a practitioner.

Like xuanyuanpo, Zhuliang, Xu Zheng, Ren xiaocang and other Yuanyang experts, they all stand among the practitioners.

But now Fang Haotian actually reached the level of sword potential in advance. Will he realize the meaning of sword in advance?

It seems impossible to realize the martial intention in Lingwu realm.

But in Fang Haotian, who dares to say it is impossible?

At this time, he sat still, like a sword, the sword melted into the snow, and his heart melted into the wilderness.

People are here, but Fang Haotian seems to be standing in the clouds, overlooking everything between heaven and earth.

800 meters!

After nearly three months of hard work, Fang Haotian gained a lot.

His sword is even more terrible. Although he still knows only those three moves, the deeper he understands the sword, the more powerful the power of those three moves can be.

His accomplishments have also made a breakthrough. Now he is the seventh level of Lingwu realm.

But the biggest gain is his soul power.

In the process of breaking through the limit again and again, his will became incomparably strong, his soul power doubled, and his induction reached the range of 800 meters.

And he doesn't have much ambiguity in the 800 meters. Although he has not reached within 800 meters, he can see it with his own eyes, but as long as his sensing force is released, he can know anything within 800 meters.

Suddenly, a snake 30 meters away, more than three meters long and almost as big as Fang Haotian's arm, wanted to swallow a lovely snow mouse.

"Die!"

Fang Hao's mind moved and a wisp of soul sword stabbed the snake seven inches.

The snake shook all over and raised its head fiercely, but the next moment it hit it. Then the snake moved instinctively, but in fact it was dead.

Killing a snake with soul power at a distance of 20 meters undoubtedly made great progress in his soul strike.

Fang Haotian feels that his soul skill can now have a certain impact on the Lingwu realm within ten meters, and can destroy the Xuanli realm within three meters.

As for how much influence it has on the master of Yuanyang realm, he needs to have actual combat before he can make a judgment. However, his unintentional situation had a great impact on Zhu Liang. Now that his soul is so strong, the impact will certainly be greater.

"Come here!"

Fang Haotian looked at the Chixiao Yanlong sword inserted in the syncline three meters away, and his heart moved steeply.

Whew!

Chixiao Yanlong sword should be pulled up and flew into his hands.

"Get up... Go!"

Fang Haotian's soul control skill suddenly came out with all his strength. The snowflakes scattered from the sky suddenly stopped within three meters of Fang Haotian's center, then changed direction and quickly shot at a stone in front.

Whew, whew

The speed of snowflakes is very fast. In the twinkling of an eye, they hit the stone and turn into snow powder.

It is not powerful enough to shoot through the stone, let alone leave any traces of damage on the stone. But Fang Haotian's eyes narrowed suddenly. He knew he had another killer mace.

Even if it's not a killer mace, it's an extra trick to disturb the enemy.

This method is more effective especially in the environment with many small things such as snow and sand.

Even if he has a chance to kill his opponent in the war, he will be able to find a chance to control his opponent from the small to the big.

"But with my current strength, even if I don't disturb the enemy and fight head-on, I should be able to kill Xu Tianhu, a top expert in Yuanyang."

Fang Hao's self-confidence erupted in his heavenly eyes.

It is absolutely incredible for many people to have the confidence to kill Yizhong in Yuanyang with their own strength.

"Now my soul is so strong. I've endured it for so long. I'll try to enter the sword world anyway today."

Fang Haotian finally couldn't control his worry and anxiety and jumped back to the stone nest. After taking a look at the still sleeping Xuanyuan, he sat down cross legged and put the Chixiao Yanlong sword in front of him.

"Enter!"

Fang Haotian once again entered the Chixiao Yanlong sword, once again saw the world with countless residual swords suspended, and once again saw the gate to the sword domain.

This time Fang Haotian didn't dare to easily think of going to the gate. He quietly looked at these floating people and carefully felt these swords.

In the sword world, these swords are quietly suspended in the space without disturbing each other, as if they are old people who like to be quiet and sleeping soundly.

But Fang Haotian felt it carefully this time, but he could feel that each sword had a different breath, which was vague and transparent.

Some swords have sharp breath, some are gentle, some are domineering, some are ferocious, some are weird, some are sinister, and some are violent... Each sword has a different breath.