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

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

"Hmph! Something that is overestimating one's own abilities!"

"I dare to trek into the inner layer in just the Nascent Soul realm, and I deserve it if I die!"

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss! Even if you die, no one will collect his body for him!"

"shut up!"

Suddenly, the bearded man scolded sternly: "Faced with the murder of his fellow disciples, you not only do not mercy, but also are so vicious and putting in trouble! After leaving the sea of ​​burial swords, I must report this to the elders!"

Hearing this, the few people who were talking sarcasticly stopped talking and were so scared that they dared not say more.

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

As soon as this said, everyone in the venue turned their heads and looked at Ye Fan.

Although Ye Fan was covered in blood, he did not die. Instead, he struggled to get up from the ground with his thunder tribulation sword.

Seeing this scene, many monks were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes and thought there was hallucination.

A cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, who resists the sword energy of so many ancient swords at the Daotian level, is still immortal!

Then how powerful should his physical strength be?

In fact, after climbing the 1000th floor of the Tongtian Holy Ladder, Ye Fan was baptized by the light of destiny, and both physical and spiritual consciousness underwent a qualitative transformation.

Now that he simply competes with physical strength, Ye Fan is even stronger than the Nine Transformation Cultivator of the God-Turning Ninth Transformation Cultivator!

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

The strong pain stimulated his nerves, but it was heart-wrenching.

Ye Fan quickly activated his internal energy, and the fire of Nirvana burned wildly in his body, and the shocking wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, at this time, countless ancient swords on the inner layer seemed to be sane, activate the sword energy again, and this time, a mysterious sword formation formed in the air and swept across it.

"Oops!"

Ye Fan didn't care about healing his wounds at all, and quickly activated his internal strength. His body moved and dodged like a phantom, floating around.

But the horror of this sword formation was far beyond his imagination, as if mercury was pouring into the ground, and it was everywhere, giving people a feeling of nowhere to hide from heaven and earth.

"See! See! See!"

The sharp sword energy teared Ye Fan's skin.

The first, the second, the third...

The tenth way!

The first hundredth!

Soon, Ye Fan's body was stained with blood again. From a distance, he looked like a bloody man. He could not find a piece of good flesh on his body, and all the bones were exposed.

"Ahhhh!"

Ye Fan let out a painful wail.

If he had not been in the possession of the Cangtian Domineering Body, even a hundred lives would not be enough to die.

But the Cangtian Bald Body is not omnipotent!

If this trend continues, when his internal strength is exhausted, it will be the day when his life is lost!

At this critical moment, Mr. Wei's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Xiaofan, do you know why he is so embarrassed?"

"Why?" Ye Fan asked quickly.

"Your attainment in swordsmanship is really bad!" Mr. Wei insisted on the railway.

"Attainments in swordsmanship?" Ye Fan was stunned, never expected that such an answer would be.

"Of course! What this sea of ​​Burial Swords is actually the sword-making attainments of cultivators! Your physical body is strong and your strength is pretty good. You can make the outer ancient swords surrender, but when you encounter the ancient sword at the heaven level, it will not work at all! Unless you make a breakthrough in sword-making attainments, you will not be able to overcome the difficulties!" Mr. Wei said in a deep voice.

Hearing these words, Ye Fan fell into reflection.

Ye Fan has always taken the path of one force to subdue ten times, crushing his opponents with supreme power, and not spending much time on the tempering of swordsmanship.

In addition to the Seven Swords of Beichen, Ye Fan knew nothing about swordsmanship, and was even worse than some beginners.

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

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

"Xiaofan, no matter how strong your body is, you cannot withstand endless sword energy; no matter how fast your speed is, you cannot quickly transition to the sword energy of the true immortal! Therefore, what you need to do is not to fight, but to integrate yourself into it!"

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

"If you want to deal with the tsunami, you should do a simple method not to ignite the flames of burning the sky, but to turn yourself into a drop of water and become part of the tsunami!" Mr. Wei explained.

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

With his current cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible to subdue so many ancient swords at the heavenly level!

Each ancient sword at the heavenly level contains the sword intent of the true immortal who survives the tribulation, destroys the dead and kills the gods and kills the immortals.

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

Turn yourself into a sword-like existence!

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

However, this matter is simple to say but very difficult to do.

Especially now Ye Fan is in danger, facing the invasion of hundreds of sword energy, and turning himself into sword intent.

It's as hard as climbing to the sky!

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

He did not dodge or avoid, allowing the sharp sword energy to penetrate his body.

Seeing this scene, the monks showed surprise on their faces and whispered:

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

"Is it because of the exhaustion of internal strength and I can't hold on?"

"Oh... Junior Brother Ye can be called a genius who is so amazing in his Nascent Soul Stage! It's a pity that God is jealous of talent, and he is too stubborn, and he will never escape death!"

...

"Spit! Spit! Spit!"

A series of sharp sword energy continued to penetrate Ye Fan's body. The miserable scene made those who hear it sad and those who see it cry.

Many monks have turned their heads away and are unwilling to see this cruel scene.

However, Ye Fan did not sit idly by.

Whenever the sword energy pierces his body, he carefully savors the sword intent contained in it.

Some of those sword intents are unparalleled, some are restrained in sharpness, some are as bright as stars, and some are as slaughtering as autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves...

Each sword intent is completely different, bringing spiritual baptism to Ye Fan.

Through the sword intent, he seemed to see the heroic figures of seniors who swung their swords to kill the enemy thousands of years ago.

Countless exquisite sword techniques and sword moves were presented to him.

Soon, Ye Fan entered a state of concentration.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Fan's body was invaded by countless sword energy, with blood and flesh shattered, and almost no human form was visible, but his aura did not dissipate.

Time passes minute by minute.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The dozens of monks guarding in the distance were shocked.

They never expected that Ye Fan's vitality was so tenacious, just like a dying Xiaoqiang, who could not be beaten, and he still lived without the raging sword energy.

"Oh my God! Even if Junior Brother Ye's body is made of meteorite iron from the sky, he can't withstand such destruction!"

"Is he still a human?!"

"Can he really create miracles?"

At this moment, Ye Fan could not detect everything outside.

"Clang!"

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

Although it is inaudible, the first sword sound, like the first falling domino, triggered a chain reaction.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

For a moment, countless sword sounded and gathered into the same sharp roar. The roar was like a tiger roar, a dragon roar, and a thunderbolt, resounding throughout the heart!

Ye Fan only felt that the sword intents from the ancient swords from the heavenly level were constantly stirring, colliding, and finally merged together in his mind.
To be continued...