Fang Ping's ears twitched when he heard that Li Changsheng had something for him:
"Senior, what is it?"
"Sword array."
Fang Ping was startled. To be honest, he has no shortage of sword moves now. When the mission of "Medical Saint" is completed, Shushan Divine Sword Jue can summon the sword god to possess him and wipe out the world with one sword. It is an extremely powerful sword move.
The other sword techniques, especially those in Shao Ge, don't seem to be very strong.
Li Changsheng added:
"It's not to teach you the sword formation, but to let you enter the sword formation to practice.
"You have now reached your own bottleneck. It is difficult to increase your cultivation. Your swordsmanship has reached its peak. If you want to go further, you must go through life and death!
"The sword formation I am talking about is prepared for the immortals in the upper realm. It is strong enough and tough enough, even in the Mysterious realm of Fugue, it is difficult to break through."
As he spoke, Li Changsheng stretched out a finger:
"There is only one thing you need to do - fight with one person and one sword until you are exhausted."
Fang Ping nodded:
"What if the sword formation is broken early?"
"Haha, the sword formation is different from the mountain protection formation. The latter is to prevent others from accidentally entering the square pot and getting too close to the sky.
"The former is a sword formation set up for Zhu Xian. Its lethality is extraordinary."
Li Changsheng is quite confident:
"I've been in the mountains all these years, not just sleeping and eating."
"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation...Okay, give it a try!"
After they finished drinking tea, they got up and left the house, arriving at a wide open space.
Li Changsheng waved his sleeves lightly, his body glowed with extraordinary energy, and the sword pavilion in the distance followed closely.
"Giggle——"
The sword pavilion trembled, as if something could not be restrained.
The next moment, the doors and windows in the pavilion opened, and a number of sharp swords flew out, pulled by the immortal energy, and circled around the trousers like a school of silver fish.
"Good sword."
Fang Ping and Li Hanyi said in unison.
There are so many sharp swords, but not a single one is of ordinary quality. It is almost as fast as the Kenshinzuka sword pavilion.
"certainly."
Li Changsheng smiled calmly:
"This is the Su Family Sword Pavilion. Hundreds of years ago, the best swordsman family in the world had countless famous swords. Su Suomo taught Su Baiyi here."
"..."
Two more names I have never heard of.
Afterwards, Li Changsheng waved his sword, and hundreds of famous swords were arranged in order, sometimes stagnant and sometimes shuttled back and forth. The changes seemed disorderly, but they were somehow connected.
The Immortal Killing Sword is formed.
"Okay, let's go in."
Li Changsheng crossed his arms across his chest:
"When you come out again, you will definitely have improved your cultivation."
"good."
Fang Ping stepped into the sword formation without looking back and began his own training.
As soon as he entered, he felt a huge pressure from the sword. His body bowed slightly and his feet sunk into the ground, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.
"Whoosh——"
Suddenly a sword struck, and Fang Pingqi Long Yuan attacked the enemy. Unexpectedly, Xu Huang's sword was a feint attack, but the actual attack was from a blind corner.
"Zi Zi Xin Zhong!"
"When——"
The golden bell emerged, and when it blocked the sword, it made a loud noise, and the aftermath rippled, making the swords of the Zhuxian Sword Formation roar.
Fang Ping was shocked... This mediocre sword could have such power?
Without giving him time to think, the sword formation changed again, and two more long swords attacked one after another.
It seems that Li Changsheng deliberately controlled the sword formation. Each time he attacked, only two swords were fired, and the moves were mostly the same.
After several rounds of adaptation, Fang Ping has become accustomed to the heavy pressure of the sword array and can handle the attacks quite easily.
Until Li Changsheng increased the difficulty.
Outside the sword formation, Li Changsheng and Li Hanyi drank tea and watched, and commented:
"A person with great martial arts skills, aside from swordsmanship, can also be accomplished in other weapons."
Those who have great martial arts fortune are those who are destined to be at the top of martial arts.
Li Hanyi asked:
"...Like Senior Brother Baili, he becomes a swordsman with a sword and a swordsman with a sword?"
"No, they are different," Li Changsheng said. "Baili is extremely talented. Although he is proficient in martial arts in the world, his upper limit is lower than Fang Ping."
Li Hanyi nodded, indicating that he understood.
She turned her head and looked at the distance of Fanghu Scenic Area, and saw towering mountain peaks shrouded in a sea of white clouds. They were as powerful as giant dragons.
Under the sunlight, the top of the mountain reflects dazzling light, like a gem set in silver.
The snow scenery is picturesque.
Li Changsheng looked at Fang Ping and said:
"He is actually a good person, good in all aspects, and worthy of trust."
Li Hanyi pretended not to hear, turned his head to the side, and continued to admire the snow-capped mountains.
The former sighed:
"Some things have to be faced, not to mention how old are you this year?
"If you miss out on what you should experience at this age, you will never have the chance to experience it again."
Li Hanyi: "..."
She remained silent.
Li Changsheng knew Li Hanyi relatively well. She entered Tianqi at a young age and never went out to practice swordsmanship. She also rarely talked when traveling around the world. She could use her hands but never move her mouth.
Although he later separated from his young apprentice, he knew without asking that he must be practicing swordsmanship behind closed doors in the mountains.
This also led to her lack of communication with others and her simple mind.
Li Hanyi suddenly said:
"He's too young."
"...?"
Hearing this, Li Changsheng's eyes flashed with something strange, and he immediately smiled and said:
"What does age mean? Besides, you are not much different."
"Twelve years old," Li Hanyi said lightly, "I am twelve years older than him."
"So what? I'm two hundred years older than your wife," Li Changsheng said with a smile, "As long as it's suitable, age is never a problem. Fang Ping is already in a state of trance, and he will definitely be able to practice the method of immortality.
"You have already entered the realm of fugue. With your talent there, sooner or later you will enter the realm of fugue. Looking at it for hundreds of years, twelve years old is nothing. It's just a little baby."
Li Hanyi kept silent and understood the truth, but he just couldn't pass his own test.
Li Changsheng continued:
"You can escape, but what happens next? You are already thirty, and you will have children in the future, and your grandma will be in her fifties or sixties.
"Should the child call you mother or old woman?"
"..."
Li Hanyi's mouth twitched. Isn't this metaphor wrong at all?
Asking herself, she still admires Fang Ping, ever since she was a child.
Appreciate his outstanding perseverance and perseverance. He swung a wooden sword in the air until it broke, unmoved by the snowy night and scorching heat. The changes in the world seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he only stared at his own sword blade.
Li Hanyi feels that such people are very happy. They don't have to worry about anything or be distracted by trivial matters. They are very pure.
When he grew up, he learned Jingjing, dabbling in swordsmanship, medical skills, and even Taoism.
With these, he won all kinds of dazzling aura in the world, but his pure perseverance never disappeared.
For example, he is in the sword formation now.
Li Changsheng smiled slightly:
"Okay, stop pretending to look at the snow-capped mountains. If you look at them less, they won't melt. Go back to the house to rest, and tell me how the world is going."
Li Hanyi nodded and glanced at the top of the mountain in the distance.
The strong wind was blowing, snowflakes were billowing in the air, and ice crystals of all sizes sparkled in the sun, like elves dancing.
This snow curtain seemed to separate Fang Hu from the world, and the loneliness made people feel palpitations involuntarily.
I really don’t know what Master and Mistress do every day to be able to endure this kind of