Chapter 524 One Sword Sets the Wind and Snow

"It looks like you won't agree..."

That Elder Min noticed Fang Yuan's expression, so he smiled lightly and said noncommittally.

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, shook his head, and really wanted to answer her: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Elder Min sighed for a long time, and said, "Give up, son, since you have embarked on such a path, you have no other choice. Either you will completely forget the way of swordsmanship, or you will take the evil path, but the path of evil sword cultivation on the snow field is more terrifying than a dead end. We wash sword pool for the sake of the fairy alliance, and we will not hurt you easily. The Bixian League will not say anything!"

Fang Yuan fell silent for a long time.

On the giant sword, the disciples of Xijianchi looked at Fang Yuan with some relief.

Xijian Pond is Xijian Pond. On the snowfield, especially beyond the third snow line, it has always had unparalleled influence. No one dares to disobey what you say. It is impossible to go there at will even if it is the leader of the Six Paths hand-picked by the Immortal Alliance.

On the other hand, the three big devils on the Fazhou all poked their heads out to look at it.

But in my heart, I feel more and more that my son is too honorable...

Never had Xijianchi reasoned with others so politely, and he always cut him with a sword.

Even Elder Xijianchi Yuanying was speaking reason, it seems that the young master really has a lot of face.

"Is it really a dead end?"

And Fang Yuan also fell silent at this time, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

After a long time, those Xijianchi disciples seemed to be a little impatient, so he raised his head seriously, and said: "Senior, maybe what Xijianchi said is right. The swordsmanship I practice is indeed a dead end, but this junior still wants to hone it. Even if it is a dead end, let me take it for a while. Who can guarantee that this junior will not be able to survive this dead end?"

"you……"

"Haha, you really deserve to be the leader of the Six Paths, so arrogant..."

"Do you think you are the sword demon of the third generation a few eons ago, or that freak seven hundred years ago?"

Hearing his seemingly serious, but unavoidably childish words, all the disciples of Xijianchi on the giant sword laughed.

Even the elder Xijianchi couldn't help but smiled, and said: "I appreciate your heart for the Tao. Before that, I didn't believe that you were really going to the depths of the snowfield to practice and seek the Taoist heart. Now I believe it a little bit, but it is still impossible for me to let you pass, and it is impossible for you to pass, because Xijianchi doesn't want to bet that you will have the ability to pass a dead end, or become one of the evil cultivators. Therefore, this third snow line is your forbidden on the snowfield to..."

Having said that, she lightly moved her fingers.

The purple wooden sword at her waist suddenly flew up and landed in her hand.

Elder Min raised his head, his voice was calm, but he said unquestionably: "This is the final limit of my Sword Cleansing Pond. We will not force you to abolish your Heaven-Assisting Sword, and we have already made a huge concession. It is also the trust that the little nephew of the white fox has won by guaranteeing you with the Dao Sword of Fate. But this trust is just not looking for you actively. The rest, there is no need to say more!"

"whoosh"

After saying this, she raised her hand towards Fang Yuan, drew out her sword, and swiped lightly.

The purple sword, which seemed to be just wooden, suddenly burst out with indescribable sword energy at this moment, whistling out, and slashed across Fang Yuan's face. The sword seemed to contain indescribable power, stirring up the surrounding snow. A snow mist visible to the naked eye, like a white dragon, rolled away, from Fang Yuan's body, straightly slashing towards the extreme east, somewhere unknown.

What's even more frightening is that after the sword was struck, the snow mist remained motionless for a long time, straddling the sky and the earth like this.

Even though it was destroyed by the wind and snow, it was only frozen between the heaven and the earth, without being affected in the slightest.

"Oh my god..."

When the demon heads on the Dharma boat saw this sword, they all froze and did not move.

They had a feeling that if that Nascent Soul Immortal Sword wanted to kill themselves, they wouldn't even have the heart to resist.

There was an urge to send his neck over to let her kill him.

That sword not only affected the world, but even the hearts of the people.

"..."

"..."

"Is this the power of the sword heart?"

Fang Yuan didn't move at this time, he just stared blankly at the snow fog.

He carefully and conscientiously sensed the substantial sword intent inside that snow mist, his eyes were extremely complicated.

In those eyes, there was awe, envy, and indescribable unwillingness.

This is Kenshin...

The sword heart that I begged for but couldn't get...

"Junior, you should know what it would be like if this sword fell on you!"

Elder Min slowly retracted his sword, looked at Fang Yuan calmly, and said, "Go back, give up the idea of ​​re-entering the snowfield, otherwise my patience is limited, and the next time I use my sword, it will not just draw the boundary, but will directly cut at your head!"

Hearing these words, Fang Yuan was silent for a long time, then turned around and returned to the Dharma boat without saying a word.

After a long while, the Fazhou roared and slowly retreated to the south.

On the giant sword, all the disciples of Xijianchi looked strange, as if they didn't expect Fang Yuan to leave so simply, after a while, someone sneered and said: "This leader of the Six Paths is a smart man, he really retreated when he said he would leave!"

The white robed Lu Boyuan on the huge sword sneered, "If he doesn't leave, does he really want to learn the power of Master Min's sword?"

The other white-robed Xiao Qin was silent for a while, looked at Elder Min's face, and said in a low voice: "Elder Min, this leader of the Six Paths doesn't seem to be such an easy-to-confess person. My disciple suggests that people should keep an eye on him until he has completely withdrawn from the snowfield, and even Xuezhou is the main one. Afterwards, he should send a letter to the Immortal League, telling him about his attempt to enter the snowfield to find the evil sword!"

Elder Min also looked at the direction Fang Yuan was leaving, his eyes darkened, and he said after a long while: "Sword seeker, it would be a joke if he surrendered so easily, but if he is not a fool, he will not come to die again. I left the customs this time for that purpose, and I will go north for a while. I don't have much time to spend time with him here. In your opinion, if he dares to approach the snow line again, or stay here, then I can only be rude to him... "

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"..."

"This is the end of the matter, there is no other way..."

Fang Yuan's Dharma boat retreated from Wuxue Mountain, and walked southward slowly, until it stopped near the second snow line, Baishi River. Fang Yuan stayed in the boat cabin, did not show up, and Jin Hanxue was still retreating.

They also really admired their own young master Xue, who dared to dawdle for so long when Xijianchi's attitude was so tough from the beginning, he really couldn't be considered a coward, but no matter what, it's really over now...

Nascent Soul Sword Immortal's words are iron rules on the snow field.

They also saw that Fang Yuan was a little bit unwilling, but so what?

On this snowfield, there are many unwilling people, who can do anything to get the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal from Xijianchi?

...

...

"That's Jianxin?"

And in the boat cabin at this time, Fang Yuan was also sitting cross-legged.

At this time, he was a little unwilling to take care of it, but was still immersed in the sword of Elder Min.

He saw the scene where the sword was slashing across the sky, and the sword intent was condensed, and he also felt in that sword, a certain immovable meaning that was detached from the changes of the world.

However, from this sword, he also felt the difference between the Wuque Sword Dao he cultivated and the Sword Washing Pool Sword Dao.

That kind of difference is accumulated from the slightest differences from the very beginning of sword practice.

"It's no wonder that Jianxin can be achieved by washing the sword pool, but not by practicing the Wuque Sword Sutra, because the Wuque Sword Sutra is too perfect..."

Imagining Elder Min's sword, Fang Yuan's mind was full of distracting thoughts.

That sword is amazing, but not perfect...

In other words, that sword is not practiced in the direction of perfection. What she pursues is higher strength and a higher level, while the Wuque Sword Sutra pursues the perfection of every step. Calculated in this way, the Wuque Sword Sutra seems to be stronger than the sword method of Xijianchi, but the final result is that Xijianchi can go on forever, but the Wuque Sword Art finally stands on its laurels...

"That sword idiot back then, how arrogant must he be to want to create such a sword scripture?"

"Is it really possible to condense such a sword way into a sword heart?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking of that Qingyang sword idiot, and remembered that this person left three volumes of sword scriptures in Qingyangzong. The third volume of sword scriptures recorded the method of Jianxin cultivation.

But I also thought that at that time, that Qingyang sword idiot had actually been abolished. Does this mean that the third volume in the Wu Que Sword Sutra was actually deduced out of thin air by that Qingyang sword idiot, rather than what he had really experienced?

...Fang Yuan is still willing to believe the former.

He believed that the Qingyang sword idiot had cultivated into Jianxin...

Well, since he can, of course he can too...

After being immersed in his heart for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

Whether it was intentional or not, his eyes swept over the ice box that Xie Jianxiu sent.

Then he turned his eyes away again, and after pondering for a long time, he walked out of the cabin.

Then I saw the three devils huddling together and whispering. When they saw him coming out, they immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Young master, we have already retreated to the Baishi River. I feel that someone is still watching. Do we want to retreat directly..."

"Back?"

Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, and said, "Who said they were going to retreat?"

The three devils were stunned for a while, and said: "That Nascent Soul Sword Immortal just now..."

Fang Yuan shook his head, and said: "I can't beat her, of course I have to let her give way, but who said I will just retreat?"

The three devils were stunned: "Then what should we do?"

Fang Yuan said: "You guys help me find a way!"

The three devils: "...are you so respectful of people?"