Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

For Ye Fan now...

Being a terrestrial immortal is just the beginning.

To reach the level of being able to defeat Master Fu with a single sword strike.

The state of no rules is inevitable.

But this realm of no boundaries is simple to describe.

It is extremely difficult to do.

It is not like the realm of ordinary people.

You can accumulate it through your own abilities and build it up over time.

It's not like a terrestrial deity.

Master the laws, comprehend the universe.

It places more emphasis on self-understanding.

This level of achievement cannot be reached by simply accumulating knowledge and experience.

You have to rely on your own understanding to comprehend it.

in other words.

As long as the opportunity and understanding are there.

Perhaps he just broke through to the level of a terrestrial immortal this morning.

In the afternoon, we finally entered the realm of no rules!

This is not entirely impossible!

However, to break through, one must reach a new level of understanding.

It's easy to say.

But doing it is harder than climbing to the sky!

After all, not everyone can forge their own path.

Take Confucius, for example...

He also experienced countless hardships and gained countless insights.

Only then did I reach this level.

Thus, we will be able to fight Haotian!

only……

How can I break through this boundless realm?

How then can one forge one's own path and realm?

Ye Fan stretched out his hand.

Beside the waterfall, a branch of a tree was found to have been quietly cut off.

The cut was smooth, as if it had been made by a fine sword.

Immediately.

That branch was shaved perfectly round in mid-air.

When it reached Ye Fan's hands.

It has already taken the shape of a pen.

Ye Fan picked up the pen and held it in mid-air.

Staring at the Xuan paper, he hesitated to put pen to paper.

soon.

An hour passed.

Two hours have passed.

Three hours have passed...

at last!

At the fifth hour.

Ye Fan finally put pen to paper!

One stroke down.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, as if dragons were swimming and phoenixes were startled.

Soon, a figure leaped onto the platform.

However, the figure's face seemed to be shrouded by a mysterious and profound Daoist aura.

It's impossible to see through it; what does it really look like?

……

On a solitary peak.

Xiao Se stared at the figure on the Xuan paper, his pupils slightly widening in surprise.

That is……

On the rice paper, there was a beautiful woman.

The woman was dignified and elegant, exuding a noble and gentle aura.

Knowledgeable and reasonable, noble and dignified.

Two lines of clear tears slid down his cheek.

Because the figure Xiao Se saw was actually his mother...

His body trembled violently.

Immediately, doubt arose in Xiao Se's heart.

Ye Fan, the martial arts saint of the mortal realm, has never descended the mountain in the past twenty years.

Logically speaking, he should have never met his mother.

But why?

How could he draw his own mother's likeness?

Especially that familiar temperament, it's exactly the same as her mother's!

Xiao Se's eyes were filled with shock.

Could it be that the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm has some connection with his mother?

……

Qingcheng Mountain.

Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, through Ye Fan's figure.

Looking at the painting above.

As Ye Fan's ink flowed...

The figures above gradually became clearer.

As one of the strongest individuals in the world.

The title of Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen.

Everyone in the world knows it.

The reason why Dao Jianxian was trapped on Qingcheng Mountain for decades without coming out.

It's because of a legend.

Descending the mountain would lead to "the dragon trapped in the wild, its blood staining thousands of miles."

They even tried to prevent him from going down the mountain.

The Tang emperor even deployed hundreds of thousands of troops at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

The purpose was to prevent him from going down the mountain.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen stared at the person in the painting, her eyes slightly glazed over, lost in thought.

Because of the painting.

A beautiful woman appeared.

Dressed in white, wearing a mask, with long, flowing hair, she looked like an immortal.

The long sword at his waist exuded a cold aura.

It was none other than the Snow Moon Fairy, Li Hanyi!

Zhao Yuzhen's mouth was slightly open.