Chapter 1555: Kendo will last!

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Hearing the old hoarse voice, Ye Fan immediately turned his head, but saw an old man sitting not far away.
The old man wore a gray robe, gray hair, wrinkled face, revealing the vicissitudes of life, and he did not know how many years he had lived.
In front of him, an ancient sword was inserted upside down.
There are dense gaps in the blade, and I don't know what terrible battles have gone through to leave so many gaps.
Looking intently, this old man was motionless, like a stone statue, as if blending with the world, just like flowers and trees.
Even Ye Fan's divine sense could not capture his breath. If he hadn't spoken, Ye Fan hadn't noticed his existence just now.
Suddenly, Ye Fan found that this old man was somewhat similar to the elder Mo who practiced dry Zen in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
It's not that they look alike, but the aura on the two of them is exactly the same.
Obviously, this old man is also the elder of Yunhai Xianmen, and his strength is unfathomable.
"Senior, do you have any enlightenment?" Ye Fan asked respectfully.
The gray-robed old man raised his eyes to look at Ye Fan, and said solemnly: "You, can't enter the sea of ​​burial swords!"
Although the voice was silent, it revealed an irresistible will.
"Why is this?" Ye Fan asked with a puzzled look: "As far as I know, this Jianhai Burial is not a forbidden place. All disciples in the Yunhai Fairy Gate can enter!"
"Sword Burial Sea is indeed not a forbidden place, but it is not for anyone who can enter! The old man has been guarded here for more than a thousand years and has witnessed countless ups and downs. Those who can walk out of the Sea of ​​Sword Burial alive are also the weakest. In the third stage realm, with your cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, if you trespass—"
"No doubt he will die!!!"
When he said the last sentence, the eyes of the gray-robed old man burst out with a peerless edge, which made people afraid to look directly.
In an instant, Ye Fan felt an extremely terrifying aura, as if an ancient fierce beast finally opened its mouth and revealed its sharp fangs.
Ye Fan didn't know that the seniority of this old man in the Yunhai Immortal Gate was extremely high. Even if he was the current Sect Master Qingming True Immortal, he would call his senior when he saw him.
Over the years, the old man has been guarding the burial sword sea.
For most of the cultivators who came to challenge Burying Jianhai, he would not say much, silent as a stone statue.
But whenever he meets a talented junior, perhaps out of a mentality of cherishing talents, he will speak.
For thousands of years, he has reminded more than 800 people.
One hundred of them obeyed the advice and left.
The remaining 700 people did not believe in evil and broke into the sea of ​​burial swords, but without exception, they all died.
No one is alive!
This can also see the venomous eyes of the old man.
Among so many cultivators, Ye Fan's cultivation realm was the weakest, only the pinnacle of Yuan Ying.
In addition to him, the others who entered the Sea of ​​Burial Swords were at least the cultivators of the Transcendent God Stage.
Even many masters of Rank 5 and 6 of God Transformation died under thousands of sword auras.
In the eyes of the old man, if Ye Fan trespassed into the sea of ​​burial without permission, he would die for ten years.
However, at this moment, Ye Fan showed a playful smile on his face, saying: "I like challenging things! Senior, please fulfill it!"
Seeing him say this, the old man frowned and felt unhappy, but he didn't continue to stop him. He said coldly: "Since you are seeking death, no one can save you!"
"I will come out alive!"
Ye Fan's voice was decisive, full of confidence in himself, and then he stepped forward.
Looking at his back, the gray-robed old man seemed to be looking at a corpse.
...
"Step! Step! Step!"
Ye Fan walked towards Funeral Jianhai unhurriedly.
When he entered the sea of ​​burial swords, he felt a coolness deep in his bones, got goose bumps, and his whole body was tight.
In the dark, he seemed to be locked into his Qi by something terrifying, unable to move.
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish..."
In an instant, there were hundreds of ancient swords around, as if they were "alive", the sharp sword aura surged out, and a dense curtain of swords intertwined in the air, sweeping toward Ye Fan's location.
"not good!"
Ye Fan's face changed drastically, as if he was facing an enemy.
If it was just an ordinary sword aura, he could resist with the strength of his Heavenly Domination Body now.
But the will contained in these sword auras was completely different.
Some are like a white rainbow circling the sun, some are like a meteor chasing the moon, some are like a Jing Ke thorns a Qin, some are fierce like fire, some are cold like ice, some are as swift as the wind, and some are as sharp as electricity...
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's pupils suddenly shrank into a needle-like shape, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.
Although these ancient swords have been in the dust for thousands of years, their masters completely integrated his lifelong kendo into the long sword before he died.
At this moment, Ye Fan could clearly feel that these sword auras contained the spirit of endless life of the original owner.
Most of the monks cultivate for eternal life.
But even the Supreme Immortal Venerable will have a day when his lifespan is exhausted.
However, even if their bodies perish, the "Tao" they believe in can remain.
Anyone who has been recognized by the ancient sword can inherit the swordsmanship of those predecessors, and pass on from generation to generation.
People are like swords, swords are like people.
The swordsman has practiced swords for hundreds of years, and his whole body is completely injected into the sword, and the essence of kendo is also deeply buried here.
This kendo is not only the kendo of those predecessors, but also the kendo of latecomers, which can transcend life and death.
Swordsmanship lasts forever, swordsman eternal!
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to see those predecessors thousands of years ago, waving magic weapons.
Peerless swordsmanship appeared before his eyes.
"Good job!"
In a moment, instead of being timid, Ye Fan was eager to try, and he wanted to fight against these seniors to sharpen his kendo.
Ye Fan flipped his wrist, and Lei Jiejian appeared in his hand out of thin air. The blade was like frost, revealing an unstoppable sharpness.
"Keng!"
A earth-shaking sword sound, like a dragon chant, resounded throughout the sword buried sea.
In Buried Sword Sea, many disciples who were cultivating hard were awakened by the sound of this sword.
"Huh? Another newcomer is here!"
"I don't know who it is. If he rushes into the Sea of ​​Burying Sword, he won't be killed by Jian Qi directly?"
"When I first entered the sea of ​​burial swords, I was almost pierced by Wan Jian and straightened my braid!"
"Go, let's go and see!"
...
At the same time, Ye Fan held the Thunder Tribulation Sword, facing hundreds of sword qi carrying the will of his predecessors, without any fear, opened the nine acupuncture points in his brain, and shouted:
"Wisdom Sword breaks all laws!"
This is the third style of the Beichen Seven Swords. It is a heavenly supernatural power. Even in the Beichen faction, it is the most top-notch knowledge, and only true disciples can cultivate.
After performing this trick, time seemed to slow down thousands of times.
The sword aura that swept through aggressively was as slow as a snail, full of flaws.
Suddenly, a sharp electric light burst out of Ye Fan's eyes, and surging anger burst out of his body, which shocked nine heavens and ten places, and deterred the world.
"I have a sword that can destroy the common people!"
"Anger Sword-out!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan waved the Lei Jiejian to stab forward, and displayed the fourth style of the Beichen Seven Swords-Anger Sword Tu Cangsheng.
Anger sword is the unparalleled learning of the outnumbered.
At the beginning, Ye Fan used this sword to slaughter three thousand iron Buddha cavalry.
Now that Ye Fan's strength has risen sharply, the sharpness of this sword is unparalleled, and its grace is peerless.
"Huh!"
A sword light that is difficult to describe in words suddenly appeared, as if it could pierce the blue sky, penetrate the earth, and make the gods and demons disappear.
The sword light swept across, like a waterfall from the sky, stunning the time and shocking the years.
The sword intent of nirvana spread, carrying the will to slaughter the common people.
"What a terrible sword intent!"
The cultivators who were rushing all felt an overbearing sword intent of dying, which was enough to make the heavens and the earth pale, the sun and the moon shining.
"Crack! Click! Click..."
When the hundreds of sword auras touched the sword light of the angry sword, it shattered like glass, turned into powder, and ceased to exist.
The sound of fragmentation continued one after another and lasted for several minutes before finally disappearing.
Hundreds of sword auras disappeared.
Between heaven and earth, peace was finally restored.
Ye Fan was the only one in the court, standing proudly, like a god.
Hundreds of ancient swords inserted around him made a buzzing sound and trembled, as if bowing to the king.
...
At this time, the dozens of monks finally arrived and witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Unconcealed surprises appeared on their faces one after another.
"Oh my God! With just one move, the sword intent hidden in the ancient sword was defeated, and it was unscathed!"
"The will contained in that sword is too domineering!"
"Where is this kid sacred? I have never heard of such a person in the sect before!"
The monks in Buried Jianhai were all disciples of the inner courtyard and true biography. Most of them had been practicing in retreat here for several years, and the longest had even stayed for nearly a hundred years without going out.
It hasn't been a few months since Ye Fan started, and it's normal for them not to know each other.
"Huh? No!"
Someone suddenly discovered something, and stammered at Ye Fan, "Look at him—his cultivation...seems to be just the peak of Yuan Ying!"