C41 Sword Intent
C41 Sword Intent
In his previous life, there was a huge gap between the cultivation techniques here and the cultivation techniques here. The sixth level should be able to surpass the Martial Master level.
However, the purple cloud cultivation technique had a total of nine layers. Moreover, it was superimposed over all other layers. What was the peak level of the purple cloud technique then? What was the equivalent of in this world?
Zhang Fan sighed. If he wanted to truly step into this world, it would be impossible with just his Purple Clouds technique.
mysterious mass of light
The five-colored ball of light instantly appeared in Zhang Fan's mind. At this moment, he had a guess, because when he was injured that day, Feng Batian's expression, as well as his twin Martial Spirits, clearly thought that Xuanyuan was his late stage awakening martial spirit.
Then there was only one possibility, and that was that Zhang Fan still had a martial spirit in his body. However, he did not discover it from his inner vision, so the martial spirit should be that ball of colorful light.
However, the multicolored ball of light basically restricted its existence. If this ball of light contained a martial spirit, then the person born with the martial spirit would be a trash. There was only one possibility; this ball of light must have been instigated by someone, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this.
Zhang Fan's heart was in turmoil. He wished he could break through this ball of light as soon as possible, but he still had some scruples. Breaking through this ball of light would inevitably require the use of the Xuanyuan Sword, but the Xuanyuan Sword was too powerful, and the ball of light was extremely strange as well.
Therefore, he had to break through once more. When he reached the sixth level of Core Formation, it would be fine. That way, his Purple Clouds technique could automatically protect his entire body.
Zhang Fan sighed as he walked out of the room. He hadn't been in the room for long when Ouyang Xian`er walked in with a sweet smile on her face. It was obvious that she was in a very good mood as well.
"Young Master, let's eat," Ouyang Xian`er said with a smile as she placed a tray on the table.
"Yes." Zhang Fan smiled as he walked over, pulling Ouyang Xian`er over to sit down.
After the meal, Zhang Fan had originally planned to take Ouyang Xian'er for a walk, but he was called into the room by Feng Ba Tian.
When Feng Batian's gaze landed on Zhang Fan, he clearly felt something strange, and he said, "He broke through!"
"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded; he didn't expect Feng Batian to be able to see through him so quickly.
"Very good." Feng Batian nodded, his eyes filled with admiration. Ever since Zhang Fan had turned around in such an extravagant fashion, the speed of his progress had clearly increased, and it was so fast that it shocked Feng Batian. However, he quickly became lonely again. Feng Batian sighed inwardly. If Zhang Fan's martial spirits hadn't been sealed completely since he was young, his current achievements would have been much higher. Even if it was less than adding in some heavenly resources, it definitely wouldn't be worse than it was now.
A look of regret appeared in Feng Ba Tian's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolution. No matter what, he would do everything in his power to remove the seal on Zhang Fan's Martial Spirit.
"Did father need me here for something?"
At that time, he really wanted to ask all of the doubts in his heart, but in the end, he gave up. If Feng Batian wanted to tell him, he would naturally tell him, so he decided to wait. One day, Feng Batian would probably tell him.
"Yes."
Feng Batian turned around, gently nodded and said, "You have to be careful during this period. If possible, do your best to avoid going out."
"Why?" Zhang Fan sensed the worry in Feng Batian's voice.
"Zhang Mo had already escaped. I'm afraid he would have targeted you." Feng Batian clenched his fists tightly, as a look of worry appeared in his eyes.
Zhang Fan was stunned, for a moment he didn't understand what Feng Batian meant.
Feng Batian glanced at Zhang Fan and gave him a general idea of what had happened.
At this time, Zhang Fan came to an understanding. He gently nodded his head, but his face didn't show the slightest trace of fear. He looked at Zhang Mo Ben and said, "Father, I understand."
"En, do you still want to join the Martial Hall?" Feng Batian said after thinking for a while.
"I'll participate, why won't I participate?" Zhang Fan smiled. Right now, he was a Gold rank Fighter and the opponents he would meet were all Martial Masters, Martial Grand Masters. At this stage, the pressure would be greater and better.
Seeing Zhang Fan's determined look, Feng Batian finally nodded his head and didn't say anything more.
In this month, everyone had seen Zhang Fan's progress. At this time, everyone was certain that this dark horse was very dark, because Zhang Fan had never displayed his martial spirit since he had arrived on stage, and it was the same for the fights between the golden dancers.
One did not underestimate the strength of a Grade 1 Martial Grand Master. Martial Grand Masters were completely different from Martial Masters; it could be said that a Grade 1 Martial Grand Master could fight against two Grade 9 Martial Grand Masters at the same time.
Zhang Fan breathed heavily. Every battle would last for a very long time. Perhaps he was exhausted, but even with wounds all over his body, Zhang Fan still stood tall, fearlessly attacking.
What they didn't know was that Zhang Fan was enjoying this moment of his life very much. Not only did this speed up the progress of his Purple Clouds technique, it also increased his spirit.
"Bang!"
A loud sound rang out, and Zhang Fan's body was sent flying by another wave of energy. He coughed out blood, and the sword in his hand instantly stabbed into the ground. As the sword let out a screeching sound, Zhang Fan's body also came to a standstill.
However, the moment it stopped, the purple light once again charged forward.
The sword possessed sword intent. When one comprehended sword intent, picking leaves could hurt people. These were the words his master had left for him in his previous life. He understood sword Qi, but what was sword intent?
The sharpness of a sword's speed
Zhang Fan had tried them all, but he still could not comprehend the sword intent. Right now, he had to feel the sword intent from a Martial Grand Master and what he had never comprehended before.
He still remembered that his master had once said that the first level of sword intent was divided into three levels. The first level was the combination of the sword intent, which was known as the 'Perfection of the Perfection of the Perfection of the Human Sword'. You were the sword, and the sword was you.
This made Zhang Fan feel at a loss. He understood swords, understood swords, but how to achieve one with the sword …
The second level was even more complicated. Without a sword in hand, with a sword in one's heart, this level was extremely difficult to understand. If one wanted to control a sword with their hands, there had to be a sword in their hearts …
There was no need to even mention the third level. There was no sword in his hand, and he also had a sword in his heart. How could he understand it at this level?!
In his previous life, his master had already reached the third level when using the sword. At that time, he clearly remembered asking his master if he had any skills or if he could go later on.
At that time, he still remembered his master's words, "Scram! Sword intent is something you understand. Everyone's sword intent is completely different from everyone's. What kind of sword do you think is a sword? Or a peerless treasured sword that can slice through steel like mud?"
The Sword in My Mind
Zhang Fan's heart trembled, and his pupils seemed to have instantly opened. He had always been trying to understand the sword, trying to understand the essence of the sword, but he had neglected the sword's existence. What was a sword?
Zhang Fan's heart instantly trembled, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. The purple light in his eyes flickered. Although he understood the sword, the sword was still a killing weapon in his hands …
He had always thought that every sword had a soul, but he had tried to communicate with it …
His heart didn't quiver for an instant. When he was fighting with the man in front of him, his eyes suddenly brightened. His pale face instantly flushed red. His black pupils instantly closed.
His consciousness started to flow, and a special temperament instantly started to flow out from Zhang Fan's body.
Person Sword and Spirit
When Zhang Fan closed his eyes, his mind went blank, and he stopped thinking about anything else. Sword is not sword, the sword in his hand seemed to disappear in a flash. A strange feeling made his soul tremble.
Soft spiritual energy chilling killing
That strange feeling gave him a strange feeling. It was as if he had chased after something that had disappeared for a long time. It was as if something that had been lost for a long time had returned.
Sword Qi was not Sword Intent. If there was a difference between Sword Qi and Sword Intent, then Zhang Fan might not have been able to answer it in the past. However, right now, there was basically no difference between Sword Qi and Sword Intent.
[You are the sword, and the sword is you. The sword is not a dead thing, it is a living thing, you can comprehend it as a friend, as a close relative.]
At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have suddenly opened his eyes after a sunny day. The moment he opened his eyes, the world seemed to have changed.
The white sword in his hand seemed to have disappeared, and in that instant, the sword and Zhang Fan became one. At that moment, he really wanted to shout, "Master, I understand you now!"
A frenzied sword intent swept out from Zhang Fan's body. This was no longer a sword qi. At this moment, Zhang Fan's entire body was exuding a strange, sharp aura …
Its edge was revealed, completely resembling that of a newly honed peerless treasured sword …