Chapter 570: Snowfield Specter

After the disciples of Xijianchi left, Fang Yuan rested in the sword mound for a few days to recover his vitality.

The unique terrain of this sword mound is sheltered from the wind and cold, making this place much warmer than the outside. Although it is after the ninth snow line, it is about the same temperature as the seventh snow line. If you stay in this sword mound, it is naturally the most comfortable. But since Fang Yuan wants to sharpen the heart of the sword, he will not hide here.

He asked Jin Hanxue, and learned that this girl really didn't want to leave, so he let her live in the sword mound, while he sat cross-legged in the sword hut all day long, either facing the wind and snow, honing his sword intent, or meditating on defense, deriving the way of sword.

The severe cold of the ninth snow line is unbearable.

Even a Nascent Soul Mahayana cultivator would not be able to stay in this severe cold for a long time without wearing a body shield of strange treasures, but Fang Yuan risked everything, just to face the severe cold, but fortunately, he has a great sword intent and can protect himself, barely resisting the severe cold of the world, but this environment also makes it necessary for him to maintain his sword intent and protect his heart at all times.

Otherwise, perhaps just sitting down for less than a cup of tea, and taking a nap, you will find that your body is completely frozen.

A sword hut is built here to practice, and every breath is suffering.

But Fang Yuan endured the torment for a long time.

In the beginning, he only sat in this sword hut for a stick of incense, and his body was almost destroyed. He had to go back to the sword mound and take pills to heal his injuries. But later, he became more and more comfortable with the operation of the sword intent, and found that he could sit for half an hour. Later, it seemed that his physical body, as well as his meridians and mana, gradually adapted to the severe cold, and he could sit for several hours.

A few months later, he even found that he could sit in this sword hut for several days at a time.

But at this time, he made up his mind and just stayed on the sword hut, no longer going back to the sword mound to avoid the cold.

On this snowfield, he wanted to regain his original intention of swordsmanship, and finally deduce the method of forming sword intent.

Before that, Fang Yuan always felt that the sword intent could not be improved, but he found that he had undergone enough tempering and survived the calamity of the Dao Heart. The sword intent that could not be improved had also been improved, and it was even infinitely close to perfection, which gave him confidence...

Since the sword intent can be achieved, who can guarantee that he really can't condense into a sword heart?

After all, it is man-made!

Before that, he was quite talented in the way of swordsmanship, and with the help of Tianyan's technique, he made great progress in the way of swordsmanship, but after all, his practice was still based on supernatural powers, and the first way of swordsmanship was not focused enough. Now, he wants to take advantage of the snowfield wind and snow to consolidate his whole body of swordsmanship, straighten out the front and back, deduce it thoroughly, and then think about how to take the next step after the completion of his sword will!

This step may be difficult, but Fang Yuan believes that it must be done.

Just like someone else said that there is only one way to escape from fifty ways, so there is no perfect Taoism in this world, but the same reason, there is no real dead end in this world, there must be such a ray of opportunity!

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Building huts in the snowy fields, practicing swordsmanship hard.

In the wind and snow, a year passed quickly. Fang Yuan had been quietly comprehending the way of the sword in the sword hut, while Jin Hanxue also stayed in the sword mound and continued to practice her own method. The two of them did not interfere with each other in their practice, but they would support each other.

The only problem is that in the depths of this snow field, resources are consumed extremely quickly. When Fang Yuan went deep into the snow field before, some resources were almost consumed. Later, he went back to the eighth snow line and took back the resources he left on the dharma boat.

Although near the sixth snow line, there are still three Fazhou resources buried, which were taken back from Yuan's family and are very valuable, but he has no time to retrieve them, let alone take these resources to purchase supplies outside the snowfield.

Fortunately, however, the white cat played a role at this time.

I don't know what method it used, it often wanders around this sword mound, and every time the mountain is exhausted, it will drive some snow beasts over. Fang Yuan and Jin Hanxue killed these snow beasts, and used the meat as food, blood as medicine, and skin as skin.

Another point is that when the disciples of Xijianchi left, Fang Yuan told them to tell the world that he practiced swords in the depths of the snow field. Anyone who wanted to kill or capture him could come to the depths of the snowfield.

Fang Yuan couldn't figure this out, so he simply ignored it.

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Three months passed, and Fang Yuan sat quietly in the sword hut all day long.

Six months passed, and Fang Yuan danced his sword against the sky on the snow field.

Nine months have passed, and Fang Yuan is cooperating with the white cat to strangle the ferocious snow bear on the snow field.

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Until one day after one year and two months, a brilliant light appeared in the northern sky, constantly changing in the sky, beautiful and beautiful, this is a unique scenery on the snow field, it will appear from time to time, with a kind of indescribable magnificence and ethereal mystery, Fang Yuan quietly watched the light for a long time, suddenly became interested, walked out of the snow cottage, and danced his sword against the sky light.

Now that he has mastered his sword intent and advanced his way of swordsmanship, when he dances his sword, it is like a stream of light flying across the world, extremely gorgeous, and complements the skylight in the extreme northern sky, with an indescribable mysterious meaning, as if he has merged with the sky and the earth.

At the end of the dance, Fang Yuan roused himself, and lightly raised his hand towards the air. At this moment, the sword intent surged, and it spread in all directions without form or shadow. As the sword intent diffused, it seemed that the entire sky around him changed, and time lost its meaning.

But this state only lasted for a few breaths of time, the sword intent first disappeared, and the snowflakes fell to the ground.

"Is this the limit?"

Fang Yuan sighed in a low voice, and slowly withdrew his sword.

Now that he has reorganized his sword way, he has practiced thoroughly before and after, and his sword intent is clear and unrestrained. To a certain extent, he can be regarded as a half-step sword heart at this time, approaching some kind of law between heaven and earth.

But it was only after half a step of Jianxin that he reached the limit.

"Could it be that I really have to abandon the way of the sword and find other ways to form the Supreme Nascent Soul?"

Fang Yuan thought about this question quietly.

Now that he has a great sword intent and a firm heart, even if he encounters a similar problem again, he will not be easily disappointed. He just continues to find new methods. Although the hope is ultimately slim, he can always treat it with a normal heart.

Just when Fang Yuan was thinking about this question, the wind and snow around him suddenly stopped.

This kind of stop is not like Fang Yuan's powerful sword intent, which affects the void, but the violent wind that does not roll over the snow field all the time, suddenly stops, and the vast snow in the sky seems to disappear at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan couldn't help being a little surprised.

He looked around intently, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

At this time, the wind and snow suddenly cleared, and his field of vision immediately widened. He suddenly saw that in the northeast, there was a person slowly walking past. The person seemed very strange. On him, Fang Yuan could not sense any fluctuations in his cultivation level, but he appeared in the extremely cold environment of the ninth snow line. He did not drive the cloud, and did not control the sword. He was just walking slowly on the snow field.

At the beginning, Fang Yuan thought that an outsider had come in, but when he looked carefully, the feeling in his heart became even more strange.

The figure was not tall, and his figure was very thin. When he walked, he limped, as if he had straddled his foot. If you looked closely, you could even find that he seemed to be missing an arm. He walked up the snow field so slowly. It was unremarkable, but it gave Fang Yuan an extremely weird feeling that coincided with the mystery of the world, and even his every move affected the world.

"Who is this guy?"

Fang Yuan saw such a strange person for the first time, but he felt very familiar.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Yuan hastily unfolded his movements and chased after that person. With his current cultivation level, and there was no wind and snow in the air, his speed was naturally extremely fast, and within a short time, he had covered a distance of hundreds of feet. But the strange thing was that the opponent's speed obviously did not change, but Fang Yuan found that he was still hundreds of feet away after driving a distance of several hundred feet.

"Senior, can you tell me something?"

Fang Yuan felt even more weird in his heart, and couldn't help calling out loudly.

When the voice sounded, the man stopped, and turned around slowly. At this time, Fang Yuan's heart sank again, but he saw that this man not only stumbled, broke his arm, even lost one eye and lost one ear.

But his appearance was very young and handsome, and it didn't give people a sense of weirdness.

"Can you see me?"

The man looked at Fang Yuan with one eye, and spoke hoarsely.

"sure……"

Fang Yuan saw that his figure was solid, and he didn't use any spells to cover it up, so it was a bit strange that he would ask such a question.

"Your sword practice is not bad!"

The man nodded, then frowned slightly, and said, "But it's not good enough!"

After saying this, he continued to walk forward.

"this……"

Looking at this person and listening to his words, Fang Yuan suddenly felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

Looking at his background, I don't know whether to chase after him.