Chapter 4 Take off the mortal world and stand proudly with the heart of the sword

Seeing Han Fei come back, the brothers who lost Bai Qing as a leader came over attentively one by one and humbly greeted him.

After leaving for more than half a year, Han Fei's heart seemed to have grown a lot. Looking at the brothers who entered the sect at the same time, Han Fei seemed to be standing on the peak and watching the games of all sentient beings.

The nine people in front of them are all older than themselves, but they are not arrogant at all. It can be seen from the beginning that they were submissive to Bai Qing's ** power.

Fortunately, they can come out of the shadow of the cold flight, otherwise they can't even reach the Taoist period.

There is only one possibility for the disappearance of white green in the eyes of everyone. Looking at Han Fei's cold eyes, they all left in a embold.

Sitting in the valley, this is the place where Ye Feng brought him to feel the 'Tao'.

A month later!

The roar of the waterfall became louder and louder, deafening like thunder. The purple air is wrapped in a wild breath like a fierce beast, and the breath is cold and heart-warming.

The cold white breath slowly grew under the oppression of the waterfall, and the irresistible powerful breath cut the waterfall like a sheathed sword brush.

On Han Fei's body, the three forces of white, purple and blue rotate endlessly, and the powerful breath and sword power are surging, still reaching the level of the original owner of the Jiao family.

The foundation period.

The strong momentum still proves that Han Fei has stepped into this realm.

"Building the foundation period, clarify the direction and the way of cultivation." Han Fei slowly opened his eyes.

The spiritual power absorbed by the operation of Xuantian Zhengxinjue is transformed by the hegemony of the Bagua Tongtian Sword Jue. The speed is amazing.

The white airflow overflowed from the chest, and the cold breath made Han Fei a little uncontrollable.

Two sets of skills complement each other, one strength strengthens the muscles and bones, and one power hides the body shape and breath.

Two treasures, mixed with original beads and Xumi Fantasy, are in the body, and Hanfei's self-confidence soared.

The meridians are more tough and wide, and the spiritual thoughts of the spiritual sea are also huge, and the spiritual sea is more than doubled.

He is confident that with his current spiritual thoughts, he has taken a step into the mixed pearl ice world.

Wh!

A sword light fell quickly in the sky, and the blind sword Xiu Guihai appeared in front of Han Fei.

"Very good, it's almost stabilized." Gui Hailing glanced at Han Fei. After distinguishing Han Fei's strength, he nodded with admiration.

"Are you here?" Han Fei asked doubtfully. He doesn't think that returning to the sea will guide him how to stabilize his realm.

Last time we met, he learned the arrogance of returning to the sea, and he would not guide people casually.

"Last time I promised that Yun girl, I borrowed the resources of Xianxia Sect to let my granddaughter practice. In return, I became the honorary elder of your Xianxia Sect. I also promised him to guide you to practice.

Gui Hai said plainly, and it seemed that nothing could affect his mood.

The plain tone set off a terrible wave in Han Fei's heart.

Who is Guihai? That's a real sword cultivation, a sword cultivation that really pursues the road of sword immortals. It's an honor for him to guide himself to practice.

"Senior..." Han Fei couldn't believe it.

"It's also called the senior and the master." Cai Tiantian jumped out of the valley, holding a white fruit in his hand.

Han Fei frowned, and he didn't notice the appearance of Cai Tiantian.

Guihai smiled and said, "You are one level higher every day, and you are also a sword practice. Even if you let out the breath, you can't feel it."

"Humph, Brother Hanfei, why don't you call me grandfather? Do you want me to kick you?" Cai Tiantian walked to Han Fei's side with infinitely cuteness, and a strong momentum overwhelmed him.

"Uh..." Han Fei was a little stunned. Under Cai Tiantian's cute and naughty appearance, is there a factor of violence?

The gossip appeared in an instant, giving birth to a sword light like running water, blocking the momentum of Cai Tiantian.

Cai Tiantian and Gui Hai said at the same time, and then Cai Tiantian ran away happily. Leave Guihai with an expression of looking at his prey.

Han Fei looked at Guihai and said, "Senior, I am a disciple of Ziyunfeng..."

"I know what you're going to say." Guihai interrupted Han Fei's words impatiently. It's true that you are a disciple of Ziyunfeng, but what kind of master is your master?

Han Fei was about to refute. Guihai shouted, "Jian Xiu is either affectionate or ruthless. Enmity, love, no matter how entangled it is, it is all cut off with a sword. Only me, only the sword."

Han Fei was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.

"Seeing is the weapon of killing, and it is also the soldier of a gentleman." Guihai language, the temperature is much better, but it is extremely harsh. The teacher teaches the apprentice to the heart.

"The teacher teaches the apprentice in the heart..." Han Fei fell into thinking. After a long time, he woke up and knelt down respectfully.

"Master!" Han Fei shouted sincerely.

"Hey hey, Brother Hanfei doesn't have to be tied to the little Xianxia Sect in the future. The land of Jiuzhou is vast and boundless. If you are valued by your grandfather, you will be able to fly for nine days." Cai Tiantian laughed in the distance.

Xianxiazong Ziyun Peak is facing the west. Within the Yuxing Peak, there is a lonely mountain. Because the aura of heaven and earth is too strong and the transformation of the formation, it is full of frost and snow. Even the trees are condensed by ice and snow, but they are full of vitality.

At the top of the peak, a beautiful white figure danced the long sword, and the two long swords circled and flew like a proud phoenix, sometimes rushing to the sky, and sometimes falling to the earth.

The white slender figure suddenly paused, looked at the purple land of the East, and said coldly but happily, "This is an opportunity to help you travel for nine days, and it is also an opportunity for you to enter our world. You should grasp it well."

In the valley, Han Fei's sword power was rigidly pressed into the meridians by Guihai.

**'s upper body left a few colorful and angry footprints every day.

Standing under the waterfall, allowing the huge pressure to wash away the body.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Guihai, who was standing in front of him. Han Fei stubbornly refused to bow his head, and his forehead went straight to the waterfall.

There was a roar in the brain, and a white current suddenly gushed out of the chest, running out of the cold pores.

Looking straight at the white cold current overflowing from Han Fei's chest, Guihai trembled suddenly. He said, "Good boy, it turns out that there is Qibao's protection. Humph, just right, you have to squeeze your potential and force Qibao's protective power."

Han Fei smiled bitterly when he heard the words. The mixed original bead is a family treasure. His cold power does not even dare to be contaminated at all. He can only rely on the power of the mixed original beads to flow out by itself to strengthen his muscles and bones.

If you want to squeeze it out, you can't do it.

I ignored Han Fei's wry smile and looked at Han Fei carefully.

The slightly immature face was flowing with resolute drops of water, and the white cold current broke out crazily.

The torrent of the waterfall squeezed Han Fei's body, and his legs trembled but refused to fall down. The terrible momentum came from Guihai, like a huge epee on his shoulder.

Han Fei was about to open his mouth when the black eyes of Guihai suddenly shot a sharp light, and the huge murderous thoughts were mixed with naked murderous atmosphere.

The galloping murderous spirit and staring straight at Han Fei's chest made Han Fei almost think that Guihai wanted to kill himself.

If there is no sword spirit in the middle of the period, only murderous spirit and murderous thoughts, I'm afraid Han Fei will dodge immediately.

"A teacher should correct a few of your points first." Guihai pointed to Han Fei's chest seriously and said, "First, the real swordsman proudly calls his killing idea as killing intention, and the spiritual idea is called spiritual power."

"Second, in any of our attacks, we have a strong attack, spiritual attack, and a strong killing intention. Therefore, the momentum and attack power of sword cultivation are far greater than that of ordinary immortals."

"There are few real sword practitioners, and all sword practitioners are the strongest in the same realm." Guihai proudly clicked a little coldly on his chest with a crutch.

The cold current was stimulated by the momentum and murderousness of returning to the sea, and unexpectedly broke out again. The uncontrollable cold current crazily challenged the nerves of the cold flying.

At this moment, Han Fei felt cold and piercing cold, as if thousands of ice needles were piercing every meridians, every bone and every cell of his.

The trembling became more violent. Han Fei gritted his teeth tightly, and blood flowed out and was washed away.

Every drop of blood seems to freeze at this moment, the muscles are shaking violently, and a trace of black impurities penetrated out of the pores.

"Oh? Is it just a little bit? It seems that I'm right to expect that this Qibao can strengthen your body and improve your system. Hey hey, cold pride, natural sword cultivation system. Guihai was not moved at all, and he was also overjoyed by Qibao in Hanfei's body.

"You can stand such a strong cold. It's really extraordinary perseverance." Guihai said to himself with appreciation again.

"With such a wonderful root and understanding, I have practiced profound sword tips and skills. Xianxiazong didn't find such a genius, but it's really getting worse and worse. Gui Hai looked at Han Fei, and his eyes gradually glowed, regardless of the pain of Han Fei.

"How can you make the sword in the dust of the small Xianxiazong? It's time to fade away." Guihai shouted fiercely, and a powerful sword spirit enveloped Han Fei. Before Han Fei's body could react, the powerful sword spirit suddenly rushed into Han Fei's body and smashed all the sword power in Han Fei's body one after another.

"Puff!" Han Fei came out with a mouthful of blood and soil. The burst of the meridians and the collapse of the sword power, coupled with the cold current and physical pain, he fainted in an instant.

It was not until three days later that Han Fei suddenly woke up and jumped up to check the situation in his body sadly and indignantly.

However, the situation in his body made him scream again.

The strong meridians flow with white cold currents, and the sword power as blue as water runs endlessly in the meridians.

Spiritual thoughts, oh, sword cultivation should be called spiritual power. Take a closer look at the flesh and blood bones. It is surprising to find that the bones seem to be full of powerful cold current power, like a sword-like arrogance, and the blood seems to be much colder, but it is full of more huge vitality. Quantity.

straightened his chest, and Han Fei was even more confident about his future at this moment.

"Take off the dust and dirt. Next, it depends on whether you have a strong heart and whether you have the heart of a sword as a sword."

A spiritual fluctuation came, and the sound of returning to the sea echoed in Han Fei's brain.

"Cang!" A long sword flew in the distance and plunged deeply into the big stone in front of Han Fei.