Chapter 1558 I have a heart of sword that can break through thousands of mountains and rivers!

Looking at Ye Fan lying in a pool of blood, several people gloated:

"Hmph! What an overestimation of one's abilities!"

"You dare to break into the inner layer even though you are only in the Nascent Soul realm. You deserve to die!"

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences! Even if he dies, there will be no one to collect his body!"

"shut up!"

Suddenly, the bearded man sternly scolded: "Faced with the murder of a fellow disciple, you not only show no mercy, but you are so vicious and add insult to injury! I will definitely report this to the elders after I leave the Sea of ​​Buried Swords!"

Upon hearing this, the few people who were making sarcastic remarks immediately stopped and were too frightened to say anything more.

"Huh? Junior Brother Ye is not dead!" someone exclaimed.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue turned their heads and looked at Ye Fan.

Although Ye Fan was covered in blood, he was not dead. Instead, he struggled to get up from the ground holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword.

Seeing this scene, many monks were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes and thought they were hallucinating.

A Yuanying stage monk could withstand the sword energy of so many heaven-level ancient swords and still survived!

Then how powerful must his physical strength be?

In fact, after ascending to the 1000th floor of the Holy Stairway to Heaven, Ye Fan was baptized by the light of destiny, and both his physical body and his spiritual consciousness underwent a qualitative transformation.

Now, in a pure competition of physical strength, Ye Fan is even stronger than the ninth-turn god-transformation monk!

Even so, under the tsunami-like sharp sword energy just now, Ye Fan was still injured, as if he had endured the punishment of Lingchi, and was cut into pieces by a thousand swords.

The intense pain stimulated his nerves. Although it was not fatal, it was heartbreaking.

Ye Fan quickly activated his inner strength, the fire of Nirvana burned blazingly in his body, and the shocking wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, at this time, the countless ancient swords in the inner layer, as if they had some intelligence, activated their sword energy again. This time, a mysterious sword formation was formed in the air and swept over them.

"Oops!"

Ye Fan didn't care about healing at all, and quickly activated his inner energy, his body moved and dodged like a phantom, erratic.

But the horror of the sword formation was far beyond his imagination. It was like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating into every hole, giving people a feeling that there was nothing to hide from in the sky and on the earth.

"歘!歘!歘!"

The sharp sword energy tore Ye Fan's skin.

The first way, the second way, the third way...

The tenth track!

The 100th way!

Soon, Ye Fan's body was stained red with blood again. Looking from a distance, he looked like a bloody man. There was no good piece of meat on his body and all his bones were exposed.

"Ahhh!"

Ye Fan let out a painful cry.

With this level of injury, if he hadn't been carrying the Heavenly Body, even a hundred lives wouldn't have been enough for him to die.

But the Heavenly Hegemony is not omnipotent!

If this trend continues, when his inner strength is exhausted, he will die!

At this critical moment, Mr. Wei's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Xiao Fan, do you know why you are so embarrassed?"

"Why?" Ye Fan quickly asked.

"Your attainments in swordsmanship are really poor!" Mr. Wei said decisively.

"Swordsmanship?" Ye Fan was stunned, never expecting such an answer.

"Of course! What is tested in this Sword Burial Sea is actually the monk's swordsmanship! Although your physical body is strong and your strength is pretty good, you can make those ancient swords in the outer layer surrender, but when it comes to the ancient swords of heaven level, it is completely ineffective.

It's over! Unless you make a breakthrough in your swordsmanship, it's impossible to get through this difficulty!" Mr. Wei said in a deep voice.

After hearing these words, Ye Fan fell into reflection.

Ye Fan has always taken the path of defeating ten societies with one force, crushing his opponents with supreme power, and did not spend too much time on honing the way of the sword.

Except for the Seven Swords of Beichen, Ye Fan knew nothing about swordsmanship and was even inferior to some beginners.

His fighting style is just to crush the enemy with his strong internal strength, which cannot be called the way of swordsmanship at all.

"Mr. Wei, what should I do now?" Ye Fan asked.

"Xiaofan, no matter how strong your body is, you can't resist the endless sword energy; no matter how fast you are, you can't quickly pass through the sword energy of the Tribulation Immortal! Therefore, what you need to do is not to fight, but to use yourself to

Get into it!”

"Integrating into it? What does this mean?" Ye Fan asked in confusion.

"If you want to deal with a tsunami, the simplest way is not to ignite the sky-burning flames, but to turn yourself into a drop of water and become a member of the tsunami!" Mr. Wei explained.

When Ye Fan heard this, his eyes lit up, and an idea flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped some mysterious and mysterious key point.

With his current level of cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to defeat so many heavenly ancient swords!

Every heaven-level ancient sword contains the sword intention of a true immortal who can transcend tribulations, destroy the dead, kill gods and kill immortals.

Since you can't compete, why not change your mind -

Transform yourself into a sword-like existence!

As long as this is the case, Ye Fan will be regarded as the same kind by those heaven-level ancient swords, and he can walk freely in the inner layer without being attacked.

However, this thing is easy to say but very difficult to do.

Especially now that Ye Fan is in danger, he must not only face the attack of hundreds of sword energies, but also turn himself into sword energy.

It’s as difficult as climbing to heaven!

Suddenly, Ye Fan stood still, as if he had given up resistance completely.

He did not dodge or dodge, letting those sharp sword energy penetrate his body.

Seeing this scene, the monks looked surprised and whispered:

"What's going on? Why is Junior Brother Ye not moving?"

"Is it because the internal energy is exhausted and I can't hold on anymore?"

"Hey...Junior Brother Ye can step into the Sea of ​​Burial Swords at the Nascent Soul stage, so he can be called a genius with amazing talents! It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, and he is too stubborn, so he will not escape death after all!"

…

"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it!"

The sharp sword energy continuously penetrated Ye Fan's body. The miserable scene made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Many monks turned their heads away, unwilling to look at this cruel scene.

However, Ye Fan did not sit still and wait for death.

Every time the sword energy pierced his body, he carefully tasted the sword intention contained in it.

Some of those sword intentions are domineering and unparalleled, some are restrained, some are as bright as stars, and some are as chilling as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves...

Each sword intention was completely different, bringing a spiritual baptism to Ye Fan.

Through the sword intention, he seemed to see the heroic figures of his predecessors thousands of years ago, wielding swords to kill enemies.

Countless exquisite swordsmanship and sword moves were presented before his eyes.

Soon, Ye Fan entered a state of concentration.

From the perspective of outsiders, Ye Fan's body was attacked by countless sword energies. His flesh and blood were blurred, his bones were broken, and his human form was almost invisible, but his aura did not dissipate.

Time passed minute by minute.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The dozens of monks guarding the distance were all stunned.

They never expected that Ye Fan's vitality would be so tenacious, like a weakling who could not be beaten to death. He was still alive despite the fierce sword energy.

"Oh my god! Even if Junior Brother Ye's body is made of meteorite iron, he still can't withstand such torture!"

"Is he still human?!"

"Could it be that...he can really create miracles?"

At this moment, Ye Fan was unaware of everything in the outside world.

"Qiang!"

I don't know how long it took, but a sword sound sounded, but the source was not from the outside world, but from his heart.

Although it was inaudible, the first sword sound was like the first falling domino, triggering a chain reaction.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
To be continued...