Chapter 5 Bagua Tongtian Sword Tips

Take a deep breath and suppress the surprise in his heart. Han Fei knew that this was the real danger. The ubiquitous sword spirit and the fierce and domineering sword spirit sweep around. Han Fei can be sure that there must be no monster here. Even if there is, it is also a very, very strong monster. If it exists, Han Fei doesn't have to be worried. Powerful monsters want to kill themselves, and defense is useless.

Walking forward firmly, the mountain in front of him exuded a huge sword spirit like a huge sword, and the heavy, fierce and domineering breath overwhelmed him.

The white airflow overflowed from his chest and spread to his whole body in an instant, as if he had come out of hell, and Hanfei moaned comfortably.

Touching his chest, Han Fei knew that the mixed beads hidden in his heart must be helping him.

Many times, Han Fei's cultivation of Xuantian Zhengxin is exploring the place where the mixed original beads are. He knows that the mixed original beads are hidden in his body, but no matter how he searches, he has no success. He did not open up the meridians connecting the heart, and he did not dare to open them, otherwise he would definitely die. Therefore, although he knew that the original bead was in his heart, he could not investigate further.

After thinking about it, he had already walked to the mouth of the cave.

Taking a deep breath, he walked in step by step.

My eyes are dark and my body is sinking. He stopped in an instant and resisted with the meager spiritual power in his body.

After a while, he slowly adapted to the heavy pressure here.

A silver light suddenly appeared in front of him. Han Fei closed his eyes, adapted to it, and then opened it. He was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

This is the interior of the giant mountain. I don't think it will be too big, but when I look in, everything in it subverted his guess.

The cave is 100 meters high, and there is nothing in it except one person.

Yes, it's a person, a huge person.

The 100-meter-high giant, wearing silver armor and standing up to the sky, he folded his hands together and stabbed a huge sword in front of him on the ground.

The domineering breath came from the stone giant, and the fierce sword spirit came from the giant sword in the giant's hand.

Han Fei looked carefully, the giant's square face, sword eyebrows, and star eyes were full of domineering, but in his eyes, an idea of unwillingness to admit defeat was also spreading.

"I don't know who can carve such a lifelike statue. It's really a masterpiece!" Han Fei exclaimed and then looked at the giant sword. The giant sword has sharp edges, a wandering dragon on the sword is vividly hovering, and the hilt is also in the shape of a dragon's head.

"Wow!" After reading all this, Han Fei felt that a stone seemed to be blocked in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body began to run rapidly.

The mixed beads also exude white airflow to help him resist the pressure around him.

"I'm not willing!"

"I'm not willing!"

"I'm not willing!"

Suddenly, the sound of anger like a ghost roar echoed in his ear. A relentless resentment and fierce fighting spirit swept through the whole cave.

In an instant, a super strong wind blew in the cave. The unwillingness to lose and the will of war turned into a tornado, twisting the cold.

The strange sound of "buzzing~~" came out, and Han Fei's eyes widened in panic. Because he moved like a stone-carved giant in front of him, and his eyes exuded a violent fighting spirit.

"I'm unwilling! I don't want to! War! War! War! Who will fight with me?" The violent fighting spirit burst out and smashed the rolled tornado.

"Why are you unwilling?" The ghost was so distracted that Han Fei asked loudly.

When he asked, the fierce fighting spirit suddenly disappeared. Only a strong resentment is left.

"I fight against the sea and the chess platform, although I am unwilling to lose!" This time, the voice is relatively clear, not so violent, but slightly old and vicissitudes.

"The sky and the sea? Chess table?" Han Fei had never heard of it, so he couldn't help but doubt it.

"What's your name?" The old voice came from the inside of the stone giant, and Han Fei looked up at the giant's big lantern-like eyes with some confusion.

"My name is Han Fei. Who is my predecessor?" Han Fei asked loudly.

"What is it now?" The old voice asked again.

"The 72nd year of the Tang Dynasty!" Han Fei doesn't have to answer directly.

"Is Fuxi still there?" Ask again.

Han Fei was speechless, because he couldn't answer at all. He had read folk mythological books, and Fu Xi was the most pleasant god for the people to talk to.

Han Fei thought for a moment and replied, "It is rumored that Fuxi is a great power. Ancient myths have recorded that Fuxi is in ancient times, ten thousand years old, and now it is the end of ancient times!"

"Thirty thousand years!!" The violent voice sounded in surprise, and Han Fei felt that there was a thunderbolt in his ear. He hurriedly covered his ears and tried to block the sound.

It took a long time for the voice to calm down. Thirty thousand years have passed, and I don't have to wait any longer. Fuxi has gone, and the great disaster is coming!"

"Hmm?" The voice suddenly puzzled, and Han Fei suddenly felt that his whole body was sweating, because he felt that his whole body was shot through by countless sharp swords in an instant.

"Mixed beads?" The sound was surprised, and then it fell silent.

Han Fei waited for a while, and finally waited for the sound to sound again.

"Remember, the realm of the little fairy will definitely go to the lifeless grassland!" After the voice finished speaking, a sword light shot down, which was so fast that it was unimaginable.

The sword light shot into Han Fei's forehead, Han Fei's eyes widened, and his mind was completely confused.

When he woke up, his head hurt again.

"It hurts!" Rubbing his head, Han Feiling entered his mind.

There was chaos in front of him. He knew that this was his mind. Before the foundation was built, the mind of the immortals was like this.

A vague image in this chaotic place, Han Fei stared at the scene in front of him.

A giant stands proudly in the sky with a sword in his right hand.

Suddenly, the giant moved, and the giant shook his hand with a sword. This sword was extremely familiar, and it was the secret of splitting the sword.

However, under the giant's sword, it fell like thousands of swords and stormy waves, and the dense sword spirit of Mount Tai was frightening.

The momentum is overwhelming and frightening.

A heavy and murderous atmosphere spread in his mind.

The breath was like a mountain torrent. Because it was in Han Fei's mind, it suddenly aroused Han Fei's murderous spirit.

The murderous atmosphere immersed in his body was guided out. At the same time, a white stream of air rushed out of his chest, flowed into his meridians, and merged with his spiritual power.

Han Fei sat on the ground naturally. There was a cold and solemn smell on his body. A faint heavy sword spirit rotated outside his body. The dragon generally guided the sword spirit wandering around him and integrated it into Han Fei's body.

Xuan Ao's magic formula flashed out of the giant's sword in his mind, and Han Fei grasped it in an instant.

The secret of gossip and the sword!

Eighty-four swords, swords and swords pass through the sky!

What a crazy sword formula! Han Fei was shocked, but Ling Nian did not let go of the practice of the sword at all.

"I created this swordsmanship and want to compare the way of gossip with Fuxi. Who knows that Fuxi has gone, and the last divine idea will also return. Little guy, if you want to practice swordsmanship deeply, you must look up. The heart is high and the sword is also high. Don't let the small eyes hinder your sword! I'll wait for you in the sky!"

A spiritual thought came, and Han Fei trembled all over, and an indescribable sadness spread to his mind.

Is this a hospion?

Han Fei did not dare to think about it, because the sword formula had already come to mind.

There is no meridian cultivation of the sword secret. The sword secret cultivation is the power of the sword, which is more domineering and fierce than the spiritual power, and is also more strange and changeable.

Xuantian's heart formula ran rapidly under his push, and most of the spiritual power in his body recovered in the blink of an eye. Han Fei did not dare to neglect, and his spiritual power blended in a special way in the meridians.

The purple light surrounded him, and the rich aura of heaven and earth blended in a special and strange way outside his body.

With the change of spiritual power in his body, magical changes have also taken place outside.

A gossip scene appeared in the place where he sat, and he was sitting in the middle of the gossip. On each hexagram, the sword spirit of different colors is like flying elves, with a wonderful rhythm. Every sword spirit seems to have come to life. In the small sword spirit, it is like a small world, in which there are terrible changes.

One of the hexagrams, the three horizontal lines represent the dry hexagram and the trigram of Sanyang. A white sword spirit on this hexagram shuttled on the hexagram, and black silk threads appeared on the edge of the white sword qi. Looking at it vaguely, it was as if this white sword spirit cut off black velvet threads.

No one knows that this hexagram indicates that the sky is the sky, and the sword of the sky cuts the space. The black silk thread is a crack separated by the space.

However, it's just a hexagram. Han Fei can't use the power in this hexagram at all.

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