Chapter 56 What is sword cultivation
Li Fan woke up from practice. He opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a sword in his eyes.
He spent a day carefully understanding the swordsmanship of the two ancestors.
The swords of the two seniors are both very sophisticated. After a few days of practice, they are just the beginning. If he wants to fully master it, he may need to improve his cultivation level, which is obviously not enough for the God Refining Realm.
But even so, he vaguely felt that something was different about him.
The old blind man said that he could not be called a true sword cultivator until he came to Sword Valley.
Looking around again, he saw four swords behind Lu Yuan, which were extremely eye-catching.
He naturally knew that this meant that Lu Yuan had four swordsmen.
Lishan has thousands of years of experience and has practiced many great swordsmanships, but after all, Lishan has many disciples from generation to generation, and he is able to master four swordsmanship skills by himself. This shows Lu Yuan's talent in swordsmanship.
But there is actually another reason for this. Due to the crisis faced by Lishan, the ancestors of Lishan in Sword Valley are interested in looking for someone to inherit.
Even among those older Lishan disciples who had been here before, some of them had successfully learned the sword again.
Li Fan closed his eyes and his consciousness entered the Sword Valley again. This time, no sword took the initiative to establish contact with him.
Li Fan was not discouraged. He sensed a sword in the sword valley and actively tried to communicate with the sword, but still did not knock on the sword door.
He kept trying and didn't give up.
Behind him, Ye Qinghuang opened his beautiful eyes and raised his brows slightly.
But at the same time, Li Fan knocked on the sword door and entered the world of the sword.
Ye Qinghuang then closed his eyes again.
In the world in the sword, Li Fan saw a white-haired figure sitting on the edge of the cliff with his back to him, seeming to be looking at the sea of clouds.
"Li Fan, the descendant of Lishan, has met his senior." Li Fan bowed and saluted.
The figure ignored it and still sat there quietly. Li Fan also stood there and waited silently.
I don’t know how much time passed before the figure spoke: "He chose you."
Li Fan looked at the other party, but he didn't understand this sentence.
At this time, the figure turned his eyes and saw an old man with white hair hanging casually on his shoulders. He had an aloof temperament and was somewhat immortal.
"Li Fan?" the old man said.
"Yes." Li Fan responded.
The old man looked at him.
"Do you know what is the most important thing in sword cultivation?" the old man asked.
"Sword type?" Li Fan said.
"The sword type is like the physical form of the Qi Practitioner. It can make the sword cultivator's attack stronger. It is the soul of the sword cultivator, but it is not the most important." The old man said.
"Swordsmanship?" Li Fan asked again.
The old man shook his head again.
"What is that?" Li Fan asked.
"It is the 'qi' of a sword cultivator." The old man looked at him and said: "If you don't have this 'qi', then you are not a true sword cultivator."
"Those who are timid and cowardly are not worthy of practicing swords; those who are indecisive are not worthy of practicing swords; those who are kind-hearted are not worthy of practicing swords; those who are greedy for life and fear of death are not worthy of practicing swords..." The old man stared at Li Fan and said: "A sword is a killing blade. The sword is there. In the hands, there is no fear, no other, no self, no ruthlessness, no justice, no king, no father, no law and no heaven!”
"With a sword in your hand, no matter who your opponent is, how high your cultivation level is, or how prominent your status is, you must forget it. You only need to remember your sword."
"This is the 'qi' of sword cultivators."
Li Fan felt a little touched in his heart. He was such a domineering swordsman. This was a spirit he had never experienced from the previous two seniors.
With a sword in your hand, there is only the sword in your hand between heaven and earth.
"Without this energy, you are not qualified to practice my swordsmanship." The old man's voice turned calm and he said: "Now, pick up your sword and kill me."
A sword appeared in Li Fan's hand.
He held the sword, and sword energy flowed through his body. He suddenly moved forward, and the sword came out like thunder, stabbing the old man.
The old man's eyes widened and he glanced at him. In an instant, a terrifying sword barrier appeared and swept over like a storm. Li Fan's sword was instantly blocked and unable to move forward at all.
"Is this your sword? I asked you to kill me, but your sword has no killing intent?" the old man scolded coldly.
Li Fan couldn't answer. This old man was Senior Li Shan, so his sword naturally had no killing intent.
"What did I tell you before?" The old man's voice was cold: "Who are the people closest to you? If I want to kill them all now, what will you do?"
Li Fan stared at the old man, the sword energy in his body was a little stronger, wisps of sword energy surrounded his body and stabbed forward, piercing the barrier bit by bit, and continued to move forward.
"Who taught you the sword? Is your master a waste? He has sword moves but no sword intention?" The old man continued to scold coldly: "When the sword is in your hand, if you can't be selfless, what qualifications do you have to practice swordsmanship?" br>
"You are not allowed to talk about my master." There was anger in the young man's eyes. Although he and his senior brothers and sisters would sometimes call him "old blind man", they would never allow others to humiliate their master.
"Boom..."
A storm of sword energy erupted from his body, and a bright sword light erupted from the center of his eyebrows. The sword energy spread all over his body, as if his body had turned into a sword. He took a difficult step forward, and the sword thrust out bit by bit.
"Forget about sword moves and skills. When you hold a sword in your hand, you are the sword. Either kill the enemy or you die." The old man said: "Your sword is too weak. You are not worthy of sword cultivation, so you can die." ”
As the words fell, another wave of terrifying sword intent descended, drowning everything. The sword intent seemed to swallow up Li Fan. He felt that he would be torn into pieces by this sword intent. Death was so close, making people frightened and suffocated.
Will he die?
If he dies, what will senior sister do? What should I do about the old blind man, and my senior brother and the others?
"Kill!" A thought appeared in Li Fan's mind. There was only one thought, kill.
But he still couldn't move forward even half a step.
"Killing intent is not enough. You have to remember that you are a sword cultivator and you are a sword." The old man said.
"I am a sword." Li Fan tried to forget himself. He entered a wonderful state. The sword spirit around his body seemed to blend with the sword. His body seemed to become lighter. He was like a pure sword, a wave of energy. Stronger sword intent spread out from him.
At this moment, he ignored the oppression of the sword and the fear. He had no one but the sword.
A sword light shone and cut through the space. With a pop, the sword pierced the old man's chest.
The old man did not look at his chest, but looked at Li Fan. At this time, the young man in front of him was flowing with sword intent, and even his eyes were filled with sword flow, just like a real sword.
The man and the sword are united into one, and his understanding is very high.
Turning back, the old man looked at the rolling green mountains in the distance.
"I will teach you my swordsmanship." The white-haired old man spoke slowly.
"No need." Li Fan responded.
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"No need?" The white-haired old man frowned and looked back at Li Fan.
"I will practice other swordsmanship." Li Fan turned to leave.
"Has personality." The white-haired old man said, "Why?"
"I will not learn the sword from those who humiliate my master." Li Fan responded.
The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and then sneered: "Your master wouldn't dare to speak to me like that even now."
Li Fan was puzzled. Listening to what the other party meant, did this white-haired old man know the old blind man?
"See clearly who I am." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, Li Fan suddenly felt that many more memory scenes were poured into his consciousness.
Li Fan saw that the old man was a great swordsman from Lishan. He was old and wanted to find someone to teach him the art of swordsmanship.
In one memory scene, several disciples knelt on the ground and performed the ceremony of becoming a master.
There was a handsome young man among them, and Li Fan felt a strange emotion in his mind after seeing him.
This handsome young man actually looks a bit like the old blind man.
Could it be...
He continued to look at those pictures and saw that the old man took great care of the young man and often gave him personal guidance. The young man was very talented and frivolous at a young age, and his swordsmanship practice had advanced by leaps and bounds.
He tried his sword at Lishan Jianfeng, but no one could defeat him.
As the boy grew up, his talent in swordsmanship became higher and higher, and the old man wanted to pass on his mantle to him, but at this time, he saw the two of them quarreling.
As a young man who grew up, he wanted to leave Lishan.
"The power of the world, the intertwined interests between the imperial court and the aristocratic families, are destined to decay. You want to join the world, walk around the world in the name of Lishan, slay demons, I have no objection, but you want to join the court?"
"Master, today, Your Majesty has great ambitions. He wants to clean up the imperial court and kill all the demons in the world. The world in Dali is too big. How many demons can we kill just by relying on our power? Only the imperial court can save the people of the world. I want to Entering the court and assisting the Mingjun, the master's mantle can be passed on to his junior brothers. ”
"Wishful thinking." The old man was angry, and a quarrel broke out between the two. His disciple insisted on going down the mountain, but the old man did not stop him after all.
However, another of his disciples came to stop him, and a fight broke out between the two, but the disciple still failed to stop his senior brother from going down the mountain.
After that, the scene changed. The old man was very old and seemed to be running out of oil. He was sitting alone on the mountain peak.
At this time, another of his disciples came and knelt in front of the old man, looking like Wu Tong above the Sword Valley.
"What's the matter?" the old man asked.
"Master, my senior brother is in danger, please take action with the feelings of master and disciple in mind."
"You actually begged for mercy for him?" The old man looked at Wu Tong.
The other party knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "Senior brother has taken care of me since I was a child. Although I made a big mistake, it is still my senior brother. I am willing to bear the responsibility of my senior brother. Even if I lose my cultivation, I ask the master to take action."
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The old man looked at his young disciple and sighed.
He raised his head and glanced, and the next moment, a terrifying sword intent appeared, and Li Fan saw the opponent's soul leaving his body and turning into a shadow.
This phantom of the soul is like an unsheathed sword, thrusting straight into the sky. He spans mountains, seas, and land. Wherever he passes, the sword energy is everywhere.
An extremely majestic and majestic city stood in the field of vision. The old man's sword of the soul came and shouted: "Who dares to kill my disciple."
After the words fell, the sword of the soul fell from the sky and penetrated directly into the most magnificent place in the majestic city.
On the ground, a terrifying formation erupted, trying to devour the world. A true dragon rose into the sky, and a peerless divine weapon rushed into the sky, heading towards the soul.
The old man's spirit went all the way down, tearing everything into pieces, killing the real dragon, cutting off the divine weapons, and stabbed into the magnificent city. In an instant, the majestic palace collapsed and shattered.
Among the ruins, Li Fan saw a figure with blood oozing from his eyes and his eyes were stabbed blind. His heart trembled violently.
Master!
"Unbridled." An extremely domineering voice came out, and a majestic figure was seen carrying the power of a large formation towards the Yuanshen. It finally blocked the Yuanshen's steps, but was also hit hard and was knocked away. The city below collapsed crazily and shattered.
The soul fell to the ground and took away the man who was blinded.
Returning to Lishan, the old man's oil was exhausted.
The two blind brothers knelt on the ground, unable to kneel down.
The old man is sitting down.
Lishan is missing a peerless great sword cultivator.
(End of chapter)