Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 56 What is a Sword Cultivator?
Li Fan woke up from his practice. He opened his eyes and there seemed to be a sword light in his eyes.

He spent a day carefully comprehending the sword arts of the two predecessors.

The swords of the two predecessors are very profound. After several days of practice, he has only gained the basics. If he wants to fully cultivate it, he is afraid that he still needs to improve his cultivation. The Spirit Refining Realm is obviously not enough.

But even so, he vaguely felt that something was different about him.

The old blind man said that only after he came to Sword Valley could he be called a true swordsman.

He looked around again and saw four swords behind Lu Yuan, which was very eye-catching.

He naturally knew that this meant that Lu Yuan had four swords to his name.

Lishan has a thousand years of heritage and has produced many great sword practitioners, but after all, Lishan has also had many disciples from generation to generation. There are four people who can master the sword on their own, which shows how high Lu Yuan's talent in swordsmanship is.

But there is actually another reason. Due to the crisis that Lishan is facing, the ancestors of Lishan in Jiangu are all interested in finding someone to inherit the throne.

Even those older disciples from Lishan who had been here before, some of them succeeded in asking for the sword again.

Li Fan closed his eyes and his consciousness entered the Sword Valley again. This time, no sword took the initiative to establish contact with him.

Li Fan was not discouraged. He sensed the swords in the Sword Valley and actively tried to communicate with each sword, but he still failed to knock on the sword gate.

He kept trying and didn't give up.

Behind him, Ye Qinghuang opened her beautiful eyes and raised her brows slightly.

But at the same time, Li Fan knocked on the sword gate and entered the world of sword.

Ye Qinghuang then closed his eyes again.

In the world of sword, Li Fan saw a white-haired figure sitting on the edge of the cliff with his back to him, seemingly looking at the sea of ​​clouds.

"I am Li Fan, a junior from Lishan. I greet you, senior." Li Fan bowed.

The figure ignored him and continued to sit there quietly. Li Fan also stood there waiting silently.

I don’t know how much time passed before the figure spoke: “He chose you.”

Li Fan looked at the other person, he didn't understand what he said.

At this time, the figure turned his head and was an old man with white hair casually draped over his shoulders. He had a transcendent temperament and a bit of an immortal air.

"Li Fan?" the old man asked.

"Yes." Li Fan responded.

The old man looked him over.

"Do you know what is the most important thing for a sword cultivator?" asked the old man.

"Sword type?" Li Fan asked.

“Sword seeds are like the Dharma images of Qigong practitioners. They can make sword practitioners more powerful in attack. They are the soul of sword practitioners, but they are not the most important ones.” said the old man.

"Swordsmanship?" Li Fan asked again.

The old man shook his head again.

"What is that?" Li Fan asked.

"It's the 'qi' of a sword practitioner." The old man looked at him and said, "If you don't have this 'qi', then you are not a true sword practitioner."

"Those who are timid and cowardly are not worthy of practicing swords, those who are indecisive are not worthy of practicing swords, those who are too kind-hearted are not worthy of practicing swords, and those who are afraid of death are not worthy of practicing swords..." The old man stared at Li Fan and said, "The sword is a sharp blade for killing. With the sword in your hand, you will be fearless, fearless, without others, without self, without ruthlessness, without righteousness, without a king, without a father, without law, and without heaven!"

"With the sword in hand, no matter who your opponent is, how high his cultivation is, or how prominent his status is, you must forget everything. You only need to remember your sword."

"This is the 'Qi' of a sword cultivator."

Li Fan was somewhat touched. What a domineering swordsman! This was an aura he had never felt from his two predecessors before.

With a sword in hand, there is only the sword in hand between heaven and earth.

"Without this energy, you are not qualified to practice my swordsmanship." The old man's voice turned calm and he said, "Now, pick up your sword and kill me."

A sword appeared in Li Fan's hand.

He held the sword, sword energy flowing through his body, and suddenly moved forward. The sword came out like thunder, stabbing at the old man.

The old man opened his eyes wide and looked at him. In an instant, a terrifying sword barrier appeared and swept over like a storm, instantly blocking Li Fan's sword and preventing it from moving forward at all.

"Is this your sword? I asked you to kill me, but your sword has no killing intent?" the old man shouted coldly.

Li Fan was unable to answer, as the old man was Senior Li Shan, so his sword naturally could not contain murderous intent.

"What did I tell you before?" The old man said in a cold voice, "Who are your closest people? What would you do if I were to kill them all now?"

Li Fan stared at the old man, and the sword intent on his body became stronger. Strands of sword energy surrounded his body and stabbed forward, piercing through the barrier bit by bit and continuing to move forward.

"Who taught you sword? Is your master a loser? He has sword moves but no sword spirit?" The old man continued to scold coldly: "When the sword is in your hand, if you can't be selfless, what qualifications do you have to practice sword?"

"You are not allowed to talk about my master." There was anger in the boy's eyes. Although he and his senior brothers and sisters sometimes called the old blind man, they would never allow others to humiliate their master.

"boom……"

A storm of sword energy erupted from his body, a brilliant sword light burst out from his brow, and the sword energy spread throughout his body, as if his body had turned into a sword. He took a difficult step forward, and the sword stabbed forward little by little.

“Forget about sword moves and techniques. When you hold the sword in your hand, you are the sword. Either you kill the enemy or you die.” The old man said, “Your sword is too weak. You are not worthy of being a sword cultivator. Therefore, you can die now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, another terrifying sword intent descended, drowning everything. The sword intent seemed to devour Li Fan. He felt that he would be torn into pieces by this sword intent. Death was so close that it made people feel terrified and suffocated.

Will he die?

If he died, what would happen to my senior sister? What would happen to the old blind man? And my senior brothers and the others?

"Kill!" A thought appeared in Li Fan's mind, only one thought, kill.

But he still couldn't move forward even a single step.

"Murderous intent alone is not enough. You must remember that you are a swordsman. You are a sword." said the old man.

"I am a sword." Li Fan tried to forget himself. He entered a wonderful state. The sword intent around him seemed to merge with the sword. His body seemed to become lighter. He was like a pure sword. A stronger sword intent emanated from him.

At this moment, he ignored the pressure of the sword on his body and the fear. There was no him or me, only the sword.

A flash of sword light cut through the space, and with a "swish" sound, the sword pierced into the old man's chest.

The old man did not look at his chest, but looked at Li Fan. At this moment, the young man in front of him was filled with sword intent, and even his eyes were surging with sword flow, like a real sword.

Man and sword are one, and his comprehension is very high.

Turning back, the old man looked at the green hills in the distance.

"I will teach you my swordsmanship." The white-haired old man spoke slowly.

"No need." Li Fan responded.

"No need?" The white-haired old man frowned and turned to look at Li Fan.

"I will practice other sword techniques." Li Fan turned around and was about to leave.

"It has personality." The white-haired old man asked, "Why?"

"I will not learn sword from someone who humiliates my master." Li Fan responded.

The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard his words, then sneered: "Your master will never dare to speak to me like this again."

Li Fan was puzzled. From what the other party said, did this white-haired old man know the old blind man?
"Look carefully at who I am." As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, Li Fan felt that many memory images were poured into his consciousness.

Li Fan saw that the old man was the great swordsman from Lishan. He was old and wanted to find a successor to teach him the way of swordsmanship.

In one memory, several disciples knelt on the ground, performing the ceremony of paying homage to their master.

Among them was a young man with a very elegant demeanor. When Li Fan saw him, a strange emotion emerged in his mind.

This elegant young man actually looks somewhat like the old blind man.

Could it be...

He continued to watch those scenes and saw that the old man was very caring towards the young man and often gave him private instruction. The young man was very talented and frivolous, and his swordsmanship practice improved by leaps and bounds.

When testing the sword at Lishan Sword Peak, no one can defeat him.

As the boy grew up, his talent in swordsmanship became higher and higher. The old man wanted to pass on his skills to him, but at this time, he saw the two of them arguing.

When the boy grew up, he wanted to leave the mountain.

"The situation in the world, the interests between the imperial court and the noble families are complicated and doomed to decay. You want to enter the world, travel the world in the name of Lishan, slay demons and monsters, I have no objection, but you want to enter the court?"

"Master, in this world, His Majesty has great ambitions and wants to clean up the government and kill all the demons in the world. The world of Dali is too big. How many demons can we kill with our strength in Lishan? Only the court can save the people of the world. I want to enter the court and assist the wise monarch. Master, you can pass on your legacy to me."

"It's wishful thinking." The old man was angry and the two of them broke out into an argument. His disciple insisted on going down the mountain, and the old man did not stop him in the end.

It was his other disciple who came to stop him, and a fight broke out between the two, but the disciple still failed to stop his brother from going down the mountain.

Afterwards, the scene changed, and the old man was very old and seemed to be on the verge of death, sitting alone on the top of the mountain.

At this time, his other disciple came and knelt in front of the old man. He looked exactly like Wu Tong on the Sword Valley.

"What's the matter?" asked the old man.

"Master, my brother is in danger. Please help me out of the relationship between master and disciple."

"You actually plead for him?" The old man looked at Wu Tong.

The other party knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying: "Senior Brother has taken care of me since I was a child. Although he made a big mistake, he is still my senior brother after all. I am willing to bear the consequences of my senior brother's mistakes, even if it means giving up my cultivation. Please, Master, help me."

The old man looked at his young disciple and sighed.

He looked up, and the next moment, a terrifying sword intent appeared. Li Fan saw the other party's soul leave the body and turn into a phantom.

The shadow of the primordial spirit was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing the sky. It crossed the mountains, the seas, and the land, and wherever it passed, the sword energy was everywhere.

An extremely magnificent and majestic city stood in sight. The old man's Yuanshen sword arrived and he shouted, "Who dares to kill my disciple?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword of Yuanshen fell from the sky and pierced directly into the most magnificent place in the towering city.

Above the ground, a terrifying formation erupted, attempting to engulf the world. A real dragon rose into the sky, and peerless divine weapons rushed into the clouds, heading towards the primordial spirit.

The old man's spirit went all the way down, tearing everything apart, slaughtering the real dragon, cutting off the divine weapon, and stabbing into the magnificent city. In an instant, the towering palace collapsed and shattered.

In the ruins, Li Fan saw a figure with blood oozing from his eyes, blinded by a stab. His heart trembled violently.

Master!

"How dare you." An extremely domineering voice was heard, and a towering figure with the power of a large formation rushed towards Yuanshen, finally blocking Yuanshen's steps, but was also severely injured and knocked away, and the city below collapsed and shattered.

The soul fell to the ground and took away the blinded man.

When he returned to Lishan, the old man was exhausted.

The two blind brothers knelt on the ground and could not get up for a long time.

The old man passed away.

Li Shan was missing a peerless swordsman.

(End of this chapter)