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. Li Shan has thousands of years of experience and has practiced many great sword cultivators, but after all, Li Shan has many disciples from generation to generation, and he is able to master four swordsmanship skills on his own. 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 eyebrows 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, a 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 righteousness, no king, no father, no law and no heaven!” "With the sword in your hand, no matter who your opponent is, how high his cultivation level, or how prominent his status is, you must forget it. You only need to remember your sword." "This is the 'Qi' of the sword cultivator." 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? You have sword moves but no sword intention?" The old man continued to scold you coldly: "When the sword is in your hand, if you can't be selfless, what qualifications do you have to practice swordsmanship?" "You are not allowed to speak of 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 forward little by little. "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, and 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, only one thought, to kill. But he still couldn't move forward half a step. "It's not enough to have the intention to kill. You have to remember that you are a sword cultivator, 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 intention around him seemed to merge with the sword. His body seemed to be getting lighter. He was like a pure sword, and a stronger sword intention permeated from him. At this moment, he ignored the oppression of the sword on his body and ignored the fear. There was no him or me, only the sword. A sword light flashed, cutting through the space, and with a puff, the sword pierced the old man's chest. The old man didn't look at his chest, but at Li Fan. At this time, the young man in front of him was flowing with sword intention, and even his eyes were surging with sword flow, like a real sword. The man and the sword are one, and the comprehension is very high. Turning back, the old man looked at the continuous green mountains in the distance. "I will teach you my swordsmanship." The white-haired old man spoke slowly. "No need." Li Fan responded. "No need?" The white-haired old man frowned and turned back to look at Li Fan. "I will practice other swordsmanship." Li Fan turned around and wanted to leave. "I have personality." The white-haired old man said: "Why?" "I will not learn swordsmanship from those who humiliate my master." Li Fan responded. The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard his words, and then sneered: "Your master will never dare to talk to me like this." Li Fan was puzzled. From what he meant, this white-haired old man knew the old blind man? "Look clearly who I am." The white-haired old man's voice fell, and Li Fan felt that many memory images 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 a successor to teach him the swordsmanship. In one memory, several disciples knelt on the ground and performed the ceremony of worshipping their master. Among them was a young man with a graceful demeanor. After seeing Li Fan, a strange emotion appeared in his mind. This elegant young man actually looks a bit like the old blind man. Could it be... He continued to watch those scenes, and saw that the old man was very caring towards the young man, often giving him instructions individually. The young man was very talented, and despite his youth, his sword practice made rapid progress. No one could beat him in the sword test at Lishan Sword Peak. The young man gradually grew up, and his sword talent became higher and higher. The old man wanted to pass on his skills to him, but at this time, he saw the two quarreling. After growing up, the young man wanted to leave Lishan. "The situation in the world, the interests between the court and the aristocratic families are complicated and doomed to decay. You want to enter the world, travel the world in the name of Lishan, and kill demons and monsters. I have no objection, but you want to enter the court?" "Master, in today's world, your majesty has great ambitions and wants to clean up the court and kill all the demons in the world. The world of Dali is too big. How many demons can we kill with the power of Lishan? Only the court can save the people of the world. I want to enter the court and assist the wise monarch. Master's mantle can be passed on to my junior brother." "One-sided." The old man was angry, and the two quarreled. His disciple insisted on going down the mountain, and the old man did not stop him after all. It was his other disciple who came to stop him. The two fought, but the disciple still failed to stop his senior brother from going down the mountain.
After that, the scene changed. The old man was old and seemed to be almost exhausted. He sat alone on the peak. At this time, his other disciple came and knelt in front of the old man. He looked like Wu Tong on the sword valley. "What's the matter?" the old man asked. "Master, my senior brother is in danger. Please help me for the sake of our relationship as a master and a disciple." "You actually pleaded for him?" The old man looked at Wu Tong. The other party knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "My senior brother has taken care of me since I was a child. Although he made a big mistake, he is still my senior brother. I am willing to take the blame for my senior brother's mistake, even if I have to give up my cultivation. Please help me, Master." The old man looked at his young disciple and sighed. He looked up, and the next moment, a terrifying sword intent appeared. Li Fan saw the other party's soul leave his body and turn into a shadow. This soul shadow was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, piercing the sky. He crossed the mountains, the sea, and the land. Wherever he passed, the sword energy was everywhere. An extremely magnificent towering city stood in the field of vision. The old man's Yuanshen sword arrived and he shouted: "Who dares to kill my disciple?" As soon as the voice fell, the Yuanshen sword fell from the sky and pierced directly into the most magnificent place in the towering city. Above the ground, a terrifying formation broke out, wanting to swallow the world. A real dragon figure soared into the sky, and a peerless divine weapon rushed into the sky, heading towards the Yuanshen. The old man's Yuanshen went all the way down, tearing everything apart, slaughtering the real dragon, cutting off the divine weapon, and piercing into the magnificent city. In an instant, the towering palace collapsed and shattered. In the ruins, Li Fan saw a figure with blood oozing from his eyes and was blinded by the stab. His heart trembled violently. Master! "Insolent." An extremely domineering voice came out, and a towering figure was seen carrying the power of the formation to kill the Yuanshen, finally blocking the Yuanshen's steps, but was also severely injured and knocked away, and the city below collapsed and shattered crazily. The soul fell to the ground and took the blinded man away. Back at Lishan, the old man was exhausted. The blind man and his fellow disciples knelt on the ground and could not get up. The old man passed away. Lishan lost a peerless swordsman.