Huge trees block out the sky and the sun, making people feel like they are in another space.
"Ouch!"
A huge red bear screamed and fell to the ground.
As a second-level ferocious beast, the Red-Lian Bear is equivalent to a warrior in the Ningzhen Realm. It is made of copper skin and iron bones, and is extremely powerful. Its combat power is comparable to that of the Guiyuan Realm. Even experienced hunters must form a team to hunt it down.
But now it fell in front of a tall and tall young man, that was Ning Fan.
His clothes were torn to pieces, exposing large chunks of muscle.
Ning Fan stepped forward and dug out Chi Lian Xiong's demon elixir, holding it in his hand for a while. When he spread it out again, the demon elixir was dim and the spiritual meaning contained in it was completely absorbed.
In three days, Ning Fan hunted and killed a total of thirteen second-level demonic beasts and absorbed thirteen demonic pills, but his cultivation still stayed at the third level of the Ningzhen Realm.
"Slow, too slow..." Ning Fan said.
Ning Chan has a protector, and he is a strong man at the sword master level. Ning Chan's strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds in this month.
Thinking of this, he frowned and looked stern.
"Little guy, are you scared? After all, you are facing a Taoist," said the Heaven-Swallowing Sword.
"Afraid?"
Ning Fan was silent for a moment: "Of course I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I won't be able to avenge my mentor and my good brothers who died in vain. I'm even more afraid that...if I lose, Su Luoxue will fall into a state of eternal damnation."
"Are you afraid of everything but death?" Tiantianjian asked.
Hearing this, Ning Fan sneered.
From the moment his father left and he shouldered the burden of the Ning family, he put life and death aside.
"Since you are not afraid of death, everything is easy to talk about. Do you want to practice sword skills?" Sky Swallowing Sword asked.
Hearing this, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly lit up and he blurted out: "Of course I do! Senior, do you have sword skills?"
"Nonsense! When the Sky-Swallowing Sword was first forged, there was a heritage sword skill placed in it. This heritage sword skill has four styles in total. The first style is unlocked the moment you inherit the Sky-Swallowing Sword,"
Tianjian replied.
"Didn't you tell me earlier?" Ning Fan looked resentful.
"You didn't even ask."
"..."
Soon, a memory appeared in Ning Fan's mind.
He closed his eyes and sank into his memory, and was instantly in a different world. A silhouette of a woman appeared in front of him. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he could only see her holding a sword behind her back, as if she was standing on the edge of an abyss.
"This sword skill has no level, no rank, no style, no form..."
"I would like to call it absolute, as this is what I hear as 'absolute'!"
"Whoosh!"
The woman struck out with a sword, a simple strike that contained infinite determination, like the sword that a fierce general would use to die after drinking heavily, or the sword that burned the life of an emperor before his death.
In short, it was a sword swung out of endless despair.
The terrifying momentum contained in this sword made Ning Fan feel unprecedented pressure.
"Sword skill, the most powerful one, is a blow on the verge of death. It is so powerful that it can be buried in the sky. You have to be immersed in absolute despair and have the consciousness to sacrifice everything and bury everything before you can thrust out this sword!"
"I will teach you all the essentials and techniques of Jue, but everyone's Jue is different. You need the right time, location, and people to understand it!"
After absorbing the memory, Ning Fan opened his eyes and was covered in sweat.
He was frightened, and this sense of oppression was obviously something he couldn't resist now, but even though his face was full of fear, his eyes were full of excitement.
Martial arts and sword skills can be divided into the four levels of Xuanhuang and Tiandi. The most powerful swordsmanship he has ever seen is just the Wandering Dragon Swordsmanship of the lower Huang rank. It is still limited to form and moves. But even this kind of swordsmanship is not enough for Ning Fan.
It is hopeless and out of reach, and there is no chance for cultivation.
Although this "absolute" is said to be of no rank or rank, he still has an extraordinary feeling. That kind of feeling can only be felt but not put into words. For a martial arts fanatic like Ning Fan, it is like discovering a new continent.
"Have you learned it?" Sky Swallowing Sword asked.
"Yeah," Ning Fan nodded.
After saying that, Ning Fan stood up with his sword in hand, standing as if facing the abyss, staring closely at a giant tree in front of him where ten people were hugging each other.
The figure of the woman echoed in Ning Fan's mind, and he slashed his sword towards the tree in front of him.
"Click."
The big tree swayed, not even a leaf fell.
Ning Fan: "..."
"I think you've failed in your studies," the Sky Swallowing Sword sneered.
Ning Fan looked puzzled. He realized that the sword technique used by the woman in his memory was exactly the same, but this sword strike had no power at all.
"Absolute, no style, no move, no quality, invisible. If you can practice it, any sword can be called 'Absolute'. If you can't practice it, it will be like what you imitate, and it will be nothing more than an appearance. Now you have to use blood to hone it."
, you have to practice between life and death to understand the artistic conception of that sword," said the Sky Swallowing Sword.
These words made Ning Fan fall into deep thought. After a while, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he walked towards the depths of the Nether Forest with his sword in hand.
From this day on, the monsters in the Nether Forest ushered in a terrifying evil god. Ning Fan wandered around the forest day and night, fighting crazily with the monsters.
A few days later.
Ning Fan's figure was reflected on the clear lake.
There was no trace left on his body, and only important parts were wrapped in ragged animal skins. Every inch of his skin was soaked in blood, forming a dark brown "shell", making him look like a monster.
Ning Fan was also startled when he saw his terrifying appearance.
He couldn't remember how many monsters he had killed these days, but the mottled and twisted long sword and the luggage filled with monster pills were all evidence of his struggle.
After absorbing the spiritual energy in so many demon pills, Ning Fan's cultivation level was barely raised to the fourth level of Qi Condensation Realm, but he still lingered outside the threshold in terms of the "absolute" understanding of sword skills.
"Wow!"
After jumping into the lake and cleaning himself, Ning Fan looked to the southwest.
"What? Did you sense it?" Sky Swallowing Sword asked.
"Yes," Ning Fan nodded.
"There is a place where spiritual beings meet. Some kind of powerful spiritual object should have been born. If you absorb it, your cultivation level should be able to rise to the third level. Entering with your current strength is courting death, but..."
"However, if I want to truly understand 'Absolute', I must seek death. Am I right?" Ning Fan's eyes flashed with yearning.
Ning Fan knew that if he wanted to truly master "Jue", he must experience complete despair, and only then could he touch the indescribable artistic conception between life and death.
These days, he has encountered some low-level ferocious beasts, and he has been stained with enough blood, but it is far from a desperate state of mind. He must force himself into a real desperate situation before he can find that glimmer of opportunity.
After trekking to the southwest for half a day, Ning Fan got closer and closer to the spiritual energy, and his expression became more and more solemn. Along the way, he didn't see a single monster, which was very unusual.
When Ning Fan passed through a mountain col, his pupils suddenly shrank and he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
There were densely packed monster beasts lying on the ground. There were many first-level, second-level, and even third-level monsters. These monster beasts were covered with sword wounds and were obviously hunted by a sword cultivator.
"Someone got there first..."
Ning Fan's expression darkened and he flew forward quickly. At the same time, an angry roar suddenly came from the front.
"roar!"
As the trees fell, a figure more than ten feet tall appeared in Ning Fan's field of vision.
"Tongtianhu!"
Ning Fan recognized it at a glance. It was a fourth-level monster, an existence that transcended the Guiyuan Realm. It was one of the most brutal monsters in the Netherworld Forest. All old hunters who encountered them were basically dead, and very few came back alive.
of.
What shocked Ning Fan even more was that next to Tongtian Huan, there was a middle-aged man who kept flying past, holding a long sword. From time to time, he turned around and stabbed Tongtian Huan with the sword, leaving a bloody wound on Tongtian Huan's body.
Master!
This person can deal with monsters like Tongtianhuan with just one sword. His strength is obviously beyond Ning Fan's knowledge. This is not a battle that Ning Fan can participate in.
He calmed down and passed by one side. After taking a few steps, a pure and flawless gem appeared in front of him.
No, this is not a gem, but a cold pool glowing with white light. In the center of the cold pool, a white five-leaf lotus blooms. This should be the spiritual object in the mouth of the Sky Swallowing Sword.
"I didn't expect that a fifth-turn heavenly spirit flower would appear in such a barren land!" The Sky-Swallowing Sword, who had always been indifferent, was also a little surprised at this time.
This heavenly spirit flower is born from the gathering of the spiritual thoughts of heaven and earth. It is a treasure of heaven and earth. Each leaf represents one turn, and the five leaves mean that this spiritual flower has experienced five turns. The spiritual meaning contained in it is amazing.
Ning Fan stared straight at the Fifth-Revolution Heavenly Spirit Flower. The instinct of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Body made him extremely thirsty. He just wanted to devour the Fifth-Revolution Heavenly Spirit Flower and be quick.
Just as he was about to step into the cold pool, an angry voice came from not far away.
"Fuck! Stop it! You beggar dares to touch the things that belong to me... my young master!"
The speaker was a long-haired young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, well-dressed. He was sitting cross-legged in a golden circle, frowning and glaring.
Obviously, the golden circle in front of the young man was a treasure used to conceal his aura, so Ning Fan had just approached the cold pool and had not noticed the young man's existence.
"Yours? Did you grow it?" Ning Fan sneered.
The Tianling Flower is formed by the gathering of the spiritual will of heaven and earth. It is an ownerless thing. When Ning Fan asked this question, the young man was slightly startled, and then he became angry and said: "Yes, I planted it. All the things on the land of the Dayun Dynasty are planted by me."
, they are all grown by my family!”
Ning Fan looked at him with an idiotic expression, turned around and stepped into the cold pool. Instantly, a bone-chilling chill invaded Ning Fan's body, and he shivered immediately.
"Idiot, just break into the cold pool and you won't freeze to death," the young man sneered.
This astonishing coldness can freeze people into popsicles in an instant, but Ning Fan is not afraid. His All-Spirit Sword is not only invulnerable to poison, but also not afraid of water or fire.
What's more, the coldness in the cold pool was originally transformed from the spiritual energy of the Tianling Flower. He continuously absorbed the spiritual energy in the water, and the aura in his body continued to rhythm.
For a few breaths, Ning Fan was vaguely about to break through to the fourth level of the Ningzhen Realm.
"The spiritual meaning in this water is so rich..." Ning Fan's face showed joy. The spiritual meaning of the cold pool water is so rich, so the spiritual meaning contained in the fifth-turn heavenly flower is even more unimaginable.
"How is this possible..."
The young man in the golden circle was stunned when he saw this scene.
In the eyes of the young man, the Tianling Flower is a treasure, and it is also a very cold and yin-yin thing. If a warrior wants to use this thing, he must refine it into a pill. If he absorbs it directly, he will freeze to death.
Is this person so perverted?
"No, we can't let this beggar succeed..."
Seeing that the cold air in the cold pool gradually dissipated, the young man bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it into the cold pool.