At this time, the cold was heavy, large flakes of goose feather snow fell, and silence enveloped the world.
In the cold wind, Yuan Futu came to the Tianxuan cliff. He frowned slightly and stared at the extremely simple seven lines of characters. "Tianxuan Sword Art" is not a sword move, but a method that can kill gods and Buddhas.
The invincible state of being against all sentient beings is like the Buddha's seal in the Great Prajna Temple, or like the angry eyes of Vajra, or like the Bodhisattva holding flowers.
To understand this artistic conception, one does not rely on the tempered body, but relies on the communication between the Yuan Shenhai and the vitality of heaven and earth, which is transformed into Yuanli, and renders this artistic conception, thus creating a scene of piercing murderous intent.
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Before coming here, I heard Xiaodouzi say that this sword art has reached the sixth level and has transcended the limitations of elements. That is to say, each element can find its own powerful sword intention from this sword art, but it is destined to be difficult.
Some people are able to excel in cultivation.
"The brave sword cuts through the eight deserts, the wise sword brings peace to all directions, the killing sword destroys the gods and Buddhas, the angry sword overwhelms the world, and all things are hidden..."
Yuan Futu took out a branch from the snow and waved it around, without any structure or purpose. He recalled a few lines of words on the mountain wall in his mind. Even though there was no foundation, he still persistently wanted to understand the meaning of it.
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At this time, the snow was falling even harder, and the coldness between heaven and earth gradually became thicker, but it also gave off a somewhat chilling flavor.
Yuan Futu could feel the vitality of heaven and earth floating in the snowflakes. With each breath, he formed a strange echo with this invisible and intangible energy, completely releasing the power of his physical 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 force penetrates into the dead branches along the fingertips, making every wave of the dead branches become extremely powerful, roaring and windy.
This kind of superficial perception method, let alone in the imperial court world, even in the mortal world, there are many warriors who are well versed in it. For Yuan Futu, his Yuanshenhai has already awakened and digested the Tianxuan ***
*With the power of the Jade God Pill, the energy of heaven and earth is absorbed much faster than before. The key is how to convert it into energy, which has become a headache.
Peng!
Suddenly, this fragile dead branch obviously couldn't withstand the transmitted power and broke 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.
He entered the imperial world as a mortal with the intention of immortality, but he never thought about whether he really had such qualifications and luck.
For every cultivator, age is very important. Although Yuan Futu is under twenty, he is already on the edge of the golden period of cultivation and may become a complete loser at any time. Even if he can force a breakthrough with the help of medicine,
But it is impossible to achieve much in the future and can only live a mediocre life.
Thinking of this, Yuan Futu sighed lightly, looked at the few lines of ancient handwriting indifferently, and murmured: "Apart from Wan'er, no one in this damn place is willing to teach me how to practice, let alone such a profound technique.
Classics, it would be great if the master had not died, but now there is no one who can protect him."
Then he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly.
"No! No! No! No!"
Suddenly, in the depths of his mind, a series of whistling sword sounds were heard, getting clearer and clearer from far to near. Yuan Futu felt strange, and then he began to feel a hint of pain in his left eye. The pain became more and more intense.
The more intense it becomes, it's like tens of thousands of needles are hidden inside, ready to burst out.
Yuan Futu suddenly opened his left eye, and suddenly everything was silent, the wind stopped, and the snow stopped.
The entire world seemed to have fallen into a strange space, all still before Yuan Futu's eyes. The only thing still moving was the almost illusory figure not far away.
The figure was completely transparent, glowing with moon-white light, with a fairy-like demeanor, extremely elegant, wearing a square scarf on his head, and holding a blue steel sword, standing proudly in front of the mountain wall.
The figure looks quite thin, like a frail scholar going to Beijing to take the exam, but this sword is unexpectedly brave in his hands. With each move, he can break mountains, break rocks, and pass through water. The powerful energy transformed by the sword technique,
Only two indestructible words were condensed in Yuan Futu's mind.
Fearless!
"Could it be...could this be the fearless sword intent that cuts through all the wasteland with a brave sword!"
Only those who are fearless can be brave and invincible. The first essence of "Tianxuan Sword Art" is to cut through the eight desolations with a brave sword. It is tough and sharp, fearless of heaven and earth.
This kind of sword intent was waving wantonly in the air. Yuan Futu could deeply feel the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world and the exquisite control of the vitality in the sword move, but he didn't know that such a perfect brave sword might even
Even the Twelve Swords may not be able to be used.
Immediately afterwards, the sword edge turned sharply, and the fearless sword intent followed the trend. The figure's sword style began to become more agile. During the expansion and release of the infinite energy, sometimes it was as wild as the waves of a river, sometimes as delicate as the trickle of spring water.
He seemed to have thought deeply before every move of his sword, making it seem as if there was infinite wisdom contained in his sword tactics. It made people feel that with just one sword thrust, he could defeat all the enemies standing in front of him and all their killing moves.
"The sword of wisdom equals all directions!" Yuan Futu exclaimed.
However, before he finished speaking, the sword light of the Wisdom Sword dimmed quietly, and was replaced by a murderous intention to destroy the world. Presumably this is the killing sword that Pound is eager to practice now. But now this green steel sword is used by the weak scholar.
In his hands, the murderous aura of the released energy overflowed, forming a series of substantial sword rays that shuttled through the void, as if all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were about to be killed by him.
Who is he?
This question finally made Yuan Futu wake up from a dream. He began to feel that everything around him became unreal. Suddenly, a drop of warmth slowly dripped from the corner of his left eye and fell 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 black like ink to dark red blood, and in the center of the pupils, there was a purple like petals in the dim pupils.
The brand gradually emerged, strange and strange, looking lonely but evil.
At the same time, a thought emerged in Yuan Futu's mind, as if the spiritual imprint hidden deep in his memory gradually became brighter. He suddenly noticed a familiar aura, and could clearly judge that this aura came from the dominant force.
Based on the chaotic material of the Yuan Shen Sea, a chaotic spiritual treasure was inserted into Li Cangsheng's body. This mysterious idea derived from chaos began to make him know something that he had never been exposed to before.
The so-called Chaos Spiritual Treasure seems to have exerted some kind of power and condensed in his eyes.
Yuan Futu wiped off the blood, raised his head, looked at the unreal illusory figure, felt the sharp sword intent that could not distinguish reality from reality, and suddenly said in shock: "So this is called the Eye of Reincarnation...it can actually see history.
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The history here is, of course, not what is recorded in history books, but what happened in this place at a fixed location, where you can personally perceive what happened in the past, also called the past.
So that frail scholar is not an illusion, but a person who was once a member of the villa thousands of years ago, and was able to perform the "Tianxuan Sword Art" so powerfully. I think even if he is not a law enforcer, he is a veteran-level master, maybe someone
The owner of the village might not be able to tell.
Deep in Yuan Futu's mind, the dim spiritual imprint became brighter and brighter, allowing him to vaguely detect the origin of his left eye and its special function. This eye, named Samsara, could instinctively feel the relationship between people and objects.
The relationship is like a halo hidden in history seen by the human eye.
The same mountain wall, but in Yuan Futu's vision, through hundreds of years of history, he saw the scene where a master once practiced here, and through his wonderful body senses, he could clearly detect the cold sword intent and the
Changes in the vitality of heaven and earth.
He even felt that if this potential was stimulated, he would be able to observe almost anything that happened here at that time accurately to a certain time.