Ning Fan reached out his hand and grabbed it in the air. An unimaginable sword intent turned into wisps of sword threads, sweeping up the negative sword Taoist and instantly killing him into a blood mist.

The Taoist's eyes widened with disbelief and horror.

To his death, he could not understand why a junior at level 3 of Pimai could raise his hand to kill him with his soul-melting soul!

He wanted to beg for mercy, but in Ning Fan's hands, he couldn't even beg for mercy. He could only die!

Die with your eyes open!

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, and the breeze blew through his sleeves, dispersing the blood mist after the Taoist's death, leaving no trace.

With his level of cultivation, who would know if he wanted to silence a Rongling murderer.

That night, the deputy head of Chiyue Sword Sect's life tablet was shattered, he died inexplicably, and there was a great chaos. No one suspected that Ning Fan was responsible.

If Ning Fan kills this man, Mu Haitang will not die. In this way, Ning Fan will not have ten years of sorrow. Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword cannot hurt Ning Fan!

The next day, the head of Chiyue came to Jianyan Pavilion and left a large amount of elixirs and exercises to Ning Fan, and then left in a hurry, seemingly to investigate the death of the deputy head.

That was Zhou Chen's mentor, and he was very kind to Zhou Chen. His death was another sadness for Zhou Chen.

Within ten years, Ning Fan stayed at Jianyan Pavilion without leaving home, guarding the paper crane.

The elixirs are always available, and some sword cultivation techniques are also well prepared.

Ning Fan had never practiced swordsmanship systematically. In Zhou Chen's lingering dream, he started with the Pulse Pulse Sword Cultivator and practiced hard for ten years.

His aura was already in the late stage of soul fusion, but what was publicized to the outside world was only the 10th level of Pulse Pulse.

Within ten years, Zhihe slept frequently and woke up rarely. When she woke up occasionally, she was still groggy. However, with Ning Fan protecting her, she was never in any danger.

In the tenth year, the figure of the paper crane slowly disappeared into the dream.

And every trace of memory that originally belonged to Zhou Chen was captured by Ning Fan in these ten years.

Ning Fan protected Zhi He for ten years, until Zhi He left Can Meng, no one could harm her. Ning Fan had no regrets, no sorrow, and would not be hurt by the Sword of Sorrow.

In the tenth year, Zhou Chen can be defeated by defeating Zhou Chen with the saddest sword.

According to Zhou Chen's memory, he should have studied under Chi Yue and learned swordsmanship for ten years. After ten years, he ranked first in the swordsmanship competition, and then he received the qualification to leave the clan and returned to the mountain village.

But when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found that his beloved had been dead for ten years, and fate had played a trick on him. Until that moment, all the glory turned into dust, and all the love was broken. He cut off the only remaining begonia in the village.

Cut it into a wooden sword and practice hard for a hundred years, just for revenge!

Ning Fan did not participate in the sword competition. He directly turned into a sword light, left Chiyue, and returned to the mountain village.

All the dreams around him were crumbling, which was a sign that his swordsmanship was broken.

boom!

The lingering dream that lasted for ten years suddenly shattered when Ning Fan stepped into the mountain village.

The mountain village is just like it was ten years ago. It is peaceful and happy, there is no massacre by others, and there is no sadness.

Under Ning Fan's protection, Mu Haitang did not die or feel sad.

Without sorrow, the Sword of Sorrow is not the Sword of Sorrow. The first move, ten years of life and death, is broken!

The ten years in the dream are just a blink of an eye in the outside world.

In these ten years, Ning Fan laid the foundation of sword practice, which made up for some shortcomings in swordsmanship.

I benefited a lot from Zhou Chen's sword.

After breaking the illusion, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes in reality, and his eyes flashed, shattering all Zhou Chen's sword intent.

"Your first sword intention has no effect on me!"

"What!" Outside the Leichen Pavilion, the three Qiuxu saw that Ning Fan actually opened his eyes and broke the illusion of sword intent. Their eyes changed drastically, and even Hong Yi was slightly surprised.

Even if it is an old monster like Wenxu or Chongxu who is confused by Zhou Chen's sword, he will fall into a dream and cannot extricate himself.

But Ning Fan broke the sword intent in the first move and woke up!

Zhou Chen's eyes showed a hint of respect. He had been fighting with swordsmen all his life, and he had only met three people who could awaken their sword intention in the first move. Yun Tianjue, the Sword King of the Sword Realm, the Four Heavenly Sanxian, and Ning Fan was the fourth.

people!

He was indeed right, Ning Fan was a genius in swordsmanship, even more so than Zhou Chen in terms of swordsmanship talent alone!

"I use one sword to separate four forms. Although you wake up in the first form, the sword intention of the four forms has not been completely defeated! The first sorrow, ten years of life and death!"

At this moment, Zhou Chen was fighting with Ning Fan, no longer looking for victory or defeat, but just for discussion.

Ning Fan nodded and signaled to Zhou Chen that he could use all his strength to fight against Zhou Chen. His swordsmanship could also prove each other and improve greatly.

Zhou Chen's sword turned, and Ning Fan was overwhelmed by a deep sadness.

"I joined the Chiyue Sword Sect at the age of 16 and said goodbye to Haitang, but I didn't know that after that day, heaven and man would be separated forever. She died at the hands of evil disciples, but I didn't know it. When I found out about her death, she was already dead.

It’s ten years from now, heaven and man will be separated forever... ten years! I’m looking forward to it

Reunion with her, looking forward to staying with her forever, I have been looking forward to it for ten years! What I have been waiting for is my life...her death! This first move of the tragic sword contains my lifelong regret, which cannot be made up for, cannot be told, and cannot be forgotten.

There is no turning back! The sorrow of this sword can kill and reveal the truth!"

laugh!

Like a tide of sadness, it swept through Leichen Pavilion. When the three Qiuxu saw this sword, they were all deeply afraid.

Ning Fan stood at the center of the sword intention, unmoving. His mind would only be locked up by the sword intention once, and there would never be a second time.

There were waves of cramping pain in my heart, and that cramping was the regret of not being able to protect my beloved.

Ning Fan sighed with his eyes open. If the woman he loved died and he found out ten years later, he would definitely feel this kind of pain and regret. Therefore, he must not make a wrong step in his life and must not leave any regrets.

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Therefore, he would rather suffer a bad reputation in the world, but also want to have no regrets in this life!

"collapse!"

His Taoist heart was strong and unshakable by sorrow. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the sorrow of Zhou Chen's ten years of life and death.

He recalled his understanding of the meaning of the sword smoke in his ten-year dream. He acted like Zhou Chen and casually grabbed the wooden chair aside. The wood chips shattered and condensed into a wooden sword.

Weak sword, strong will!

A sad sword intention that was as strong as Zhou Chen's retreat condensed on the wooden sword!

"I can also feel the sorrow of life and death with this sword for ten years!" Ning Fan's tone was calm, as if he was telling something casual, but Zhou Chen's eyes were shocked.

His strongest sword intention was secretly learned by Ning Fan!

The three Qiuxu were even more unbelievable. It was unbelievable that Ning Fan could break Zhou Chen's first sword intention. How could he learn to defeat Zhou Chen's sword intention? How is this possible!

"What kind of swordsmanship genius is this guy? He can secretly learn the swordsmanship of the three elders face to face!"

The three people exclaimed that they did not know that Ning Fan was not a man who learned the sword intent from face to face, but had spent ten years to learn the sword, and followed Zhou Chen's path of sword cultivation from the residual dream.

comprehend.

Then, like Zhou Chen, he melted sadness into the smoke of the sword and cultivated the first style of the Sad Sword.

Hongyi's cold eyes moved slightly, Ning Fan once again exceeded her expectations.

Zhou Chen's sword was sharply cut, and he could not defeat Ning Fan with his first sword, so he needed to use his second sword.

"I joined the Chiyue Sword Sect. After ten years of cultivation, I reached the 10th level of Pi Mai. I learned that my beloved was dead and that my enemy was an old monster named Fusion Spirit. I betrayed Chiyue and practiced hard for a hundred years. After a hundred years, I formed a golden elixir and massacred Chiyue with blood.

!I endured the pain of longing, sitting alone in a cave for hundreds of years, like sitting in dry meditation, feeling sad every day. Ten years of life and death can be used to see what is missing, and a hundred years of loneliness can be cut off to ask questions!"

Ning Fan suddenly raised his head, his black hair danced wildly, and his wooden sword also imitated Zhou Chen's sword, continuing a hundred years of loneliness on the basis of ten years of life and death.

Ning Fan also has loneliness. His loneliness is not the loneliness of staying alone in a miserable house, but the loneliness of a cultivator facing the sea of ​​blood alone.

His loneliness is different from Zhou Chen's, but he can understand Zhou Chen's sadness.

Standing in the sword's will, Ning Fan was unscathed, but his gaze became more and more profound.

"The third form, intertwined for thousands of years! The fourth form, wandering for thousands of years! I destroyed Chiyue and got a trace of Begonia's soul from the evil Taoist. I whittled the silken crabapple tree at the head of the village into a wooden sword and cut away a trace of her soul.

Sealed in the sword, I will be by my side every day. She has become my sword! I have been wandering for thousands of years. Only her sword has accompanied me in life and death, and she will never abandon me even though I am sad! If the sword is with me, I will die with the sword!"

"I can't break through the void, just because my artistic conception can't be improved further. It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want to... My sorrow, even I will sink into it. As long as I give up all sorrow and forget all the past with her, I can

Jin enters Chongxu, but I don’t want to!”

"If the price of breaking through my cultivation is to forget her, I would rather give up my cultivation!"

Zhou Chen's eyes were filled with sadness. He was extremely talented. If he hadn't reluctantly forgotten Mu Haitang, he would have become a master of Shattering the Void at this moment.

But he couldn't bear it...he couldn't let it go...

The wave of sadness overwhelmed Ning Fan again without giving him any breathing space.

Zhou Chen's sadness has been driven to the extreme. In his sadness, there are his memories and his way.

More and more sadness filled Ning Fan's heart, and Ning Fan's heart became stronger and stronger.

From the beginning, he never felt sad for Zhou Chen, and he won't feel sorry for Zhou Chen either now.

He used the artistic conception of memories to peek into Zhou Chen's memories, and he clearly knew every trace of Zhou Chen's sorrow.
To be continued...