The long sword in Fang Yi's hand became smoother and more and more stretched. If someone looked at it now, he would feel that Fang Yi's sword technique was becoming more and more comfortable.

I don’t know how many times I practiced on the mountain road, Fang Yi suddenly stopped and nodded with satisfaction and said, “It’s almost done, continue to look at the ones ahead.”

Continue to go up the stone steps, starting from the eleventh stone wall to the twentyth stone wall, another set of sword techniques. Just like before, Fang Yi started from the beginning, remembered it all deeply in the sea of ​​consciousness, and practiced sword techniques on the mountain road again.

Perhaps it was because of the first set of sword techniques as the basis that it did not take that long to learn this set of sword techniques. Finally, after learning the charm of this set of sword techniques, I continued to move forward.

In this way, every ten stone walls were engraved with a set of sword techniques. As expected, they were all sword techniques in the world, and there was no method of controlling swords.

Until the tenth set of sword techniques was finished, Fang Yi had already watched a total of 100 stone walls.

The images depicted on the 101st stone wall made Fang Yi a little stunned. He saw the little man on the stone wall slashing horizontally with a sword. The next move was another straight stab. Then to the 109th stone wall, all the villains portrayed were doing some of the most basic chops, stabs, snaps, chops, etc., but the seemingly the same movements divided into many angles.

Fang Yi shook his head and wanted to continue walking upwards to look at the 110 stone walls, but found that from 109 to 110 stone walls were isolated by an invisible membrane wall.

"Is it possible..." Fang Yi's face looked a little ugly; "I still have to practice these basic movements?"

Fang Yi increased his force in his hand and wanted to break the membrane wall, but just like the membrane wall in the cage world, Ren Fangyi could not break the membrane no matter how hard he used.

"Okay, you're ruthless."

Fang Yi returned to the 101st stone wall and began to watch the little man's movements one by one. The ancient long sword turned into a flying sword in his hand followed him and soon came to the 109th stone wall. After practicing the movements on the 109th stone wall, he then continued to move upwards, but unexpectedly, the membrane wall blocked him again.

Fang Yi felt that in the sea of ​​consciousness, someone seemed to be saying: Serious, serious.

This feeling is very wonderful. Fang Yi seemed to suddenly know the method to break through this membrane wall. He just needs to practice the moves in this range carefully, but Fang Yi could not trace where this method came from.

However, with the lessons of the idea deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Yi didn't care much, thinking it was arranged by 'he' again, so he muttered, "Okay, okay, serious."

In desperation, Fang Yi returned to the 101st stone wall. This time, as before, he began to seriously engrave all the slashes and stabs of these villains into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness again, and Fang Yi watched the villain practice the most basic swordsman's movement.

"This..." Fang Yi was shocked at the little man's stinging action. This is not the basis, this is the real meaning of the way of heaven.

Although simple, chop, stab, twitch, and chop are all the most basic movements, the angles of each sword are different, and the feeling is different. The simple movements seem to point directly to the essence of the sword. Every time you swing a sword, it seems to resonate with the world.

Fang Yi finally realized the meaning of these nine stone slabs and began to learn with the long sword and follow the movements of the villain.

These nine stone walls are the simplest and most difficult sword techniques recorded by all the stone walls Fang Yi saw.

A set of sword techniques consists of countless sword moves. Perhaps this move is not perfect, but the next move and change will cover up this imperfection. However, all the sword moves in these nine stone walls exist alone, without any turning around. Every sword move must be perfect. If there is a slight difference, it will be a world of difference. It is really a slight difference.

From sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, it took ten days and nights before Fang Yi finally stopped. You should know that among the first ten sets of sword techniques, the longest set of sword techniques took only one day, and these basic actions of slashing and slashing took ten days and ten nights.

When he waved the long sword in his hand, Fang Yi felt that the resistance in the air was much lighter, and there was even more vaguely the meaning of the way of heaven. Although it took a lot of time, it was not worth mentioning compared to the gains he had obtained.

This time, the membrane wall has automatically disappeared, and the 110th stone wall is coming into view.

"Hmm? Not a sword technique."

Fang Yi frowned, but saw a passage of words engraved on the stone wall. Fang Yi was sure that he didn't know these words at all, but he could understand the meaning of each word. Fang Yi did not doubt that he was there, and he just regarded it as the thought deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I learned sword at the age of three and worshiped seven sword techniques as my masters. At the age of eight, I defeated the sword formation of seven masters. At the age of eleven, I joined the sword god to learn swords. The sword god learned 1,397 sets of sword techniques in my life. I learned them all in seven years. At the age of nineteen, I created ten sets of sword techniques. There was no one-match enemy in the world, so I accompanied wine all day long. Alas!"

"I have no knowledge of sword techniques in the world. In order to find a way out, I forgot all kinds of past, practice swords from scratch, integrate every move and every move into the world, and finally break the void at the age of forty-seven."

A simple passage made Fang Yi feel sighed and moved: "The story of this senior is really a legend. He learned swords at the age of three and defeated the sword formation formed by seven masters at the age of eight. He was invincible at the age of nineteen. He really deserves to be amazing."

"It turns out that these stone walls are also the journey of this senior. He created ten sets of sword techniques. After he was invincible in the world, he found his way forward. Each move and every move merged with the way of heaven and finally broke the void. It turned out that these simplest moves were the most precious." Fang Yi sighed, and he wanted to ignore this part at the beginning.

"This is the benefit of standing on the shoulders of a giant." Fang Yi sighed again: "This senior is so talented that it has been at least ten years to practice these sword moves. But under the guidance of my senior, I only took ten days and ten nights. Senior's great kindness, Fang Yi will never forget it."

Fang Yi said, bowed deeply, and bowed three times to the stone wall where the text was recorded.

Continue to look up, the stone wall on the right is still one after another, and the 111th stone wall. When Fang Yi saw the sword moves carved on the stone wall, his face turned strange. He walked up the mountain road and stopped at the 120th stone wall. Fang Yi finally confirmed that this part of the record happened to be sword control.

After looking at it from the beginning and confirming that there is no difference between the sword-control technique he has obtained, Fang Yi walked up again and finally saw the sword technique of a true cultivator on the 121st stone wall.

There are still ten stone walls with sword techniques. These sword techniques start to be simple, and they can be easily used with Fang Yi's sword-controlling skills, and then it becomes more and more difficult. Fortunately, all the sword techniques recorded on these stone walls are based on sword-controlling skills, so Fang Yi doesn't have to work too hard to learn.

As the day and night rotated, Fang Yi didn't know how many days had passed. Suddenly, in addition to the villain depicted on the stone wall in front of him, there were three more words: Sword blur.

"Sword Miscellaneous? Is it the name of this sword technique?"

Fang Yi asked himself, but there was no answer. He looked at it first. The sword was confused and recorded twenty-three stone walls. However, for Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, the content of the twenty-three stone walls was nothing. After going back and forth three times, Fang Yi confirmed that the content of the twenty-three stone walls was all engraved in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there was no omission.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, watched the villain perform this sword technique in the sea of ​​consciousness, and said secretly: "The first level of the sword is blurred, condenses one hundred and eight sword lights around the body to form a defensive barrier. The natal flying sword can be hidden in any sword light and give a fatal blow at any time."

As night fell, Fang Yi opened his eyes and suddenly one hundred and eight sword lights rose up all over his body, shining and flying around his body, but in just a moment, all the sword lights disappeared.

"Just condensing one hundred and eight sword lights is so exhausting."

Fang Yi was secretly shocked. The sword was confused and obviously not on the same level as the sword techniques he had learned before. He just tried to condense one hundred and eight sword lights and consumed nearly 20% of his spiritual consciousness, and he could not maintain this state at all.

"Come again." Fang Yi gritted his teeth, and the sword light rose again, and it lasted for about five minutes, and then dissipated again.

"Continue!" After a short rest, Fang Yi tried again. This time, it lasted for about seven minutes.

When his spiritual consciousness was exhausted, Fang Yi stopped to rest, and then continued to practice, forgetting time and everything, and only the sword technique of Sword Misty was left in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Yi didn't even know how many days and nights had passed. Finally, one hundred and eight sword lights surrounded his body, and his natal flying sword was hidden in it, and neither his eyes nor his spiritual consciousness could tell it.

"This sword is confused, and in terms of defense alone, it is no less than the three-color light shield." Fang Yi secretly smacked his tongue: "And it also contains the natal flying sword, which can be used for attack at any time."

Feeling the power of the sword lights all over his body, Fang Yi shook his head, his spiritual sense moved, and the surrounding sword lights dissipated, and the natal flying sword returned to his body.

"Unfortunately, although my spiritual consciousness has grown a lot under this almost limiting cultivation, it can only last for more than half an hour if I use Sword Miscellaneous. However, no matter what, the first level of Sword Miscellaneous has finally been cultivated, as for the latter two levels..."

Thinking of the two layers behind, Fang Yi smiled bitterly. The sword was confused with the second level of the sword, condensed 360 sword lights, and as for the third level, it was necessary to condense 999 sword lights.

Fang Yi didn't even dare to think about the spiritual consciousness needed to condense and maintain the nine hundred and ninety-nine sword lights.

After learning the first level of sword blur, Fang Yi stood up and looked at the twenty-three stone walls again, continuing to move upwards.

Another stone wall above is also engraved with the words: Po Qianjun. Walk up the stone steps, watch the sword moves recording Po Qianjun, and finally sit down cross-legged in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Well? This sword technique is a bit similar to the Sword Qi Storm. However, although Po Qianjun has less sword energy, it is more concise and has enough power. It is no longer simply beautiful."

Fang Yi watched the villain use the sword technique of the Thousand Army, and thought in his mind, "The first level, usually nourishing the sword energy in the thirty-six fatal holes, which can not only kill the enemy when attacking, but also protect the fatal holes around his body."

"The second layer is to nurture sword energy in one hundred and eight important acupoints; the third layer is to nurture 720 sword energy in the acupoints all over the body."

Fang Yi smiled bitterly. The sword energy was already sharp and sharp. It was extremely dangerous to nurture the sword energy in the acupoints, not to mention that the sword energy in the fatal acupoints should be even more careful. You may kill yourself if you are not careful.

"If you don't learn this, you might as well stop learning it." Fang Yi thought in his mind. Anyway, he had been engraved in the sea of ​​consciousness, and even if he wanted to learn it in the future, it would be fine. So he stood up and Fang Yi wanted to continue to move forward.

However, the invisible membrane wall takes Fang Yi's way out again.

"You can't do it if you don't learn?"

Fang Yi asked back with dissatisfaction, although he knew that no one would answer him, along the way, Fang Yi also understood that not all swordsmanship must be learned. Once there is a swordsmanship that must be learned, there will be barriers to the membrane wall. If you don’t learn it, you will not be able to continue to move forward.

"Forget it, learn!" Fang Yi sat cross-legged and began to nurture the sword energy in the thirty-six fatal points.

This taste is not pleasant. The sword energy is much stronger than the attacks of ordinary people. Fang Yi almost gritted his teeth and slowly nurtured a little sword energy in each acupoint. Then he thought about the attack methods among the thousands of troops, and thirty-six sword energy broke through the air.

"Not to mention, just a little sword energy is much stronger than the sword energy storm." Fang Yi endured the pain in various places and felt the power of the sword energy of the Thousand Army.

"It seems that the thirty-six fatal holes are gradually carrying the sword energy that adapts to me." Fang Yi said in his heart, so he started a long training again, raising the sword energy in the acupoints, and then releasing it. Next time, add a little more and release it again, so that these fatal holes can slowly bear the sharp sword energy they have nurtured.

I don’t know how long it took, Fang Yi’s spiritual consciousness moved, and thirty-six sharp sword energy broke through the air.

Fang Yi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Must work pays off. My thirty-six death points can finally be used to nurture sword energy. Not to mention using this move to kill enemies in the future, just with these sword energy to nurture them, ordinary middle-stage cultivators in the foundation building stage will not be hurt."

If he waits until he has achieved his third level of cultivation, all the 720 acupoints in his body will be nurtured with sword energy, and when he encounters Yuan Jingang's attack, he will not be able to hurt himself even if he can't beat him.

Unfortunately, most of the 720 acupoints in the body are fragile, and it is not that easy to carry sword energy with the acupoints.

"This first floor of the Thousand Army is considered a small success, and it should be able to go up now." Fang Yi said, continuing to move upward, easily breaking through the membrane wall just now, and then he saw the name of the sword technique engraved on the stone wall on the right: Nirvana.

"Silence!" Fang Yi looked at the name and felt a little chill in his heart. This set of swordsmanship only recorded three stone walls, and Fang Yi easily engraved the contents of these three stone slabs into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness was deduced in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the villain just stabbed out with a simple sword. Fang Yi felt that the void deep in his sea of ​​consciousness was collapsed.
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