Chapter 6 Kanshui Sword

The gossip disappeared, and the sword spirit on it also disappeared.

Han Fei practiced the power of the sword according to the secret of the Bagua Tongtian sword, which is a small step of success.

"The sword formula is really magical, and the gossip is extremely profound. This person can actually integrate with swordsmanship. It's very good and powerful!" Han Fei sincerely bowed three times to the giant stone statue.

Ling Nian glanced at the body. His mysterious heart formula made the meridians much wider, and half of the spiritual power was also refined into sword power, which made Han Fei really understand why the sword cultivation was so powerful.

He has personally experienced it, and he has recognized it clearly.

The spiritual power in his meridians is one-third less, which is due to condensation. This allows him to store more spiritual power than ordinary people.

Now he has decided to practice here. There is a strong and horrible sword spirit here, as well as a strong aura of heaven and earth, which is the most suitable place to practice.

He needs to condense the sword power and transform all the spiritual power in his body into sword power. At that time, a trace of sword power must be stronger than the same spiritual immortals.

This is not the only reason why he was excited. Just now he really realized the changes in the outside world. Each hexagram reflects the meaning of a hexagram. The idea from the giant in his mind guided him to one of the hexagrams.

In his mind, the giant stabbed out with a sword, and a gossip suddenly appeared outside his body. He stood in the gossip, and the eight-colored hexagrams on the ground exud magical fluctuations, and the eight-colored sword spirit exuded a horrible atmosphere.

The spiritual thoughts moved, and the eight trigrams rotated, representing the five elements of yin and yang, and the trigrams of the water of heaven and earth appeared under his feet. Han Fei looked down. There was a hexagram of "yin and yang yin" on it, but Han Fei could see the water of heaven and earth from it.

A blue sword spirit shot out and flew in front of Han Fei. The sword spirit is invisible, but it can be felt. The sword qi will turn into a silky rain dew, a mountain torrent waterfall, a sea wave, and a rainstorm and ice. The speed of change is shocking.

Han Fei looked at this hexagram, and his body naturally emitted cold air, and the sword spirit with the same attributes as his could increase his cultivation speed.

In the meridians, the remaining uncondensed spiritual power made way, and a trace of sword power flowed out of it and appeared in Han Fei's palm.

A small white water ball appeared in the palm of his hand, and the water ball exuded a fierce murderous and chill. The cold sword gas turned into a glare and penetrated into the black iron sword.

Han Fei waved his sword, and the sword spirit was like lightning, shooting out.

The harsh voice came. Han Fei looked at the aura of heaven and earth that was cut in front of him in surprise. There was a vacuum there. Even the air was cut open. Han Fei was sure that in the place where the sword spirit passed, the air must be squeezed and disappeared for a moment. Standing there, he would suffocate in an instant.

"Dong-dong!" The sound of two stones falling to the ground sounded. Han Fei looked at it in surprise and was even more happy at a glance.

The sword he just used is the sword of gossip.

He is the body of strange ice, and the water sword naturally adds to his coldness. Just now, with a sword, the sword spirit he sent out was full of coldness, freezing the aura of heaven and earth.

"It can even freeze the aura of heaven and earth, which is so strong of strange ice and swordsmanship!" Han Fei exclaimed.

Bagua Kanjian, Kanshou water change, and then there are seven changes!

Each sword has a move, a total of eighty-four hexagrams, and there are eighty-four sword moves. Each move has a different sword momentum, which can be said to be infinitely changing.

"The meaning of Kangua is profound, and it can't be understood in a short time." Han Fei decided to go out first and explain it to Ye Fengyun.

Out of the cave, Han Fei looked behind him and looked at the scene outside. He couldn't help but be more confused. It looks comfortable here, but it is full of crises everywhere. No matter how powerful the immortals are, they will die. I'm afraid that the array outside is forbidden. I'm afraid it can't be laid by Xianxia Sect. I'm afraid it's laid by the ancestor or a giant.

Han Fei took a deep breath. The sword power in his body was running, and the image of the gossip on his body flashed with colorful light, wrapping Han Fei in it, blocking the chaotic sword spirit in the outside world.

The invisible sword spirit in the outside world suddenly could not attack Han Fei, and it seemed to be extremely close to the color mask of Han Fei's body surface.

Seeing all this, Han Fei was finally relieved. He knows that he can only walk here after practicing the Gossip Tongtian Sword Tips. Fortunately, when I came in, there was a mixed original pearl protector, otherwise I'm afraid that I would have been dismembered by the sword gas and turned into powder by the dense sword gas like waves.

Walking to the purple bamboo forest, Han Fei recalled the vague memory when he came in.

After a while, Han Fei walked through the two inconspicuous bamboos. His eyes were full of purple bamboo, and also behind him, the huge peaks, caves and plains disappeared, only the vast purple bamboo forest.

After a moment of silence, Han Fei carefully stepped forward and walked towards the middle of the two purple bamboos again. The gap between the two purple bamboos was extremely small, but Han Fei had to walk through it. After drilling in sideways, he did not dare to stop and walked towards the middle of the two purple bamboos on the left.

As soon as he walked over, a bamboo leaf fell behind him. Han Fei's forehead sweated coldly. He practiced the sword formula, and his spiritual thought seemed to become stronger. He clearly felt the violent sword spirit on the purple bamboo leaf.

The veins on the bamboo leaves are clearly visible, and the purple light flows in the rhizome of the leaves. Han Fei knows that it is the sword spirit, from which exudes the edge of the bamboo leaf.

A small piece of purple bamboo leaf can exude such a terrible sword spirit. This is really not a place where ordinary people can come.

With a cold sweat behind his back, Han Fei stopped for a moment and looked aside. There is a big stone over there. The purple light flows on the big stone, and a small purple bamboo grows on it.

Step in that direction, walking in a straight line under your feet, not daring to fork at all.

Jumping over the purple stone and small bamboo, Han Fei began to walk around a few purple bamboos in front of him. Han Fei walked and his mind became clear.

The orientation of these purple bamboos is obviously the eight hexagrams of gossip.

Walking according to the hexagram, Han Fei walked out of this area, then jumped on a purple bamboo, and jumped out of the front area with the help of elasticity.

In front is an open space full of bamboo leaves. If you want to go from here, you have to experience the baptism of thousands of swords. When Han Fei came in, he was protected by the shield formed by the white airflow of mixed beads, otherwise he would definitely be dismembered by the sword.

There is a strong air ban here. The strength is weak. Not to mention flying, even if it is difficult to walk, there seems to be mountains between walking. Han Fei can also walk by relying on the color shield outside the body.

But he must speed up, because the sword power in his body is rapidly losing.

When he finally stepped out of the last ban, he finally felt the pressure around him.

However, before he could rest, a cold sword spirit suddenly flew out of the bushes beside him, pointing straight to the door, and the cold sword spirit was deep and piercing.

He hurriedly rolled, and the cold power made Han Fei cry in his heart: Brother He!

He rolled up and did not dare to stay. Han Fei hurried into the dense forest on the other side and covered his body with purple bamboo.

However, his escape was too big, and without spiritual assistance, he rusted loudly when he ran.

"Sasha!" A white shadow chased after him.

Han Fei ran desperately, and his spiritual thoughts spread around with all his strength, restoring his spiritual power as fast as possible.

Taking advantage of the terrain of the purple bamboo forest, Han Fei ran to a stream and was about to go into the water to escape. There was a cold behind him, and the sword spirit was amazing.

Suddenly, Han Fei was stunned for a moment, because he suddenly thought that even if Brother He succeeded in building the foundation, I'm afraid he would also use the art of charm. How could it be sword spirit?

He was stunned, and the sword spirit had deceived him. Behind him, he was cut open in an instant, and the blood flowed out, and in an instant, he was frozen into a icicle by the cold air.

"Sm--" was tricked behind his back. Han Fei gasped and looked back with the pain.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a white figure coming out of the purple bamboo forest.

The wind blowing seems to have turned into a cold wind, and Han Fei couldn't help shivering. He looked at the person who came out in consters.

The white clothes are better than snow, the skin color is as white as jade, and the willow eyebrows and eyes exude a chill. The graceful figure is like an iceberg that will never melt.

"It's so beautiful!" Han Fei shouted secretly, but then he frowned. He always felt as if he had seen her somewhere.

"Who are you? Why did you kill me?" Han Fei suddenly remembered the sword behind him and asked coldly.

Like a snow girl, the woman did not speak, but just frowned gently. However, seeing that Han Fei's face became colder and colder, she still blushed and sounded like a silver bell. She said humbly, "You have no spiritual power on your body. I thought it was a hidden monster. I hurt you. I'm sorry!"

The woman's voice is cold, but it sounds good.

Han Fei was stunned after hearing this. A mistake?

Han Fei said depressedly, "Then I got a sword for nothing... It hurts!" The wound on his back was frozen by the cold. He was about to move, but he pulled the wound on his back, and the frozen one suddenly cracked again.

Not caring about the woman, Han Fei quickly meditated, and gossip suddenly appeared on the ground. He sat in it. Eight sword spirits of different colors evolved into various strange scenes, which surprised the woman opposite. The color of doubt appeared in her cold eyes. The pale pink on her snow-white delicate face proved that he was very excited.

With the colorful sword spirit and gossip, Ling Nian tried to check it, but it was instantly pushed back.

After a long time, Han Fei recovered his spiritual power. He felt that the spiritual power in the meridians had increased a lot, and the sword power was stronger. He believed that it would not take long for him to condense all his spiritual power into sword power. At that time, he would be much stronger than immortals at the same level.

Most of the wounds on the back were soon healed under the nourishment of the aura of heaven and earth and the power of the sword. Han Fei was still the woman. Suddenly, he boldly walked over. Under the woman's vigilant eyes, he suddenly had a murderous look in his eyes. The uncontrollable sword power broke out and turned into a fierce sword. The air swept in all directions.