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Text Chapter 221: Sword Intention Reciprocity

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    "Senior, can you give me this sword soul stone?" Just as they walked out of the auction house, a hoarse voice came from behind Yang Fan and others.  Just by hearing this voice, Yang Fan knew that the person coming was none other than Ye Han from before. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ye Han would care so much about this sword soul stone. Unfortunately, he also needed it and couldn't let it go.  "Brother Yang" Xiao Ba couldn't help but look over.  Yang Fan shook his head. He turned around and looked at Ye Han: "I'm sorry, this sword soul stone is also very important to me, so I can't give in. Please forgive me!" Ye Han's eyes suddenly became lonely.  got up.  "You really can't give in?" he asked again.  Yang Fan shook his head.  "In that case, I'm sorry to bother you, but if you want to sell this sword soul stone in the future, please give me priority." With that, Ye Han actually took off his mask and revealed his true face.  "My name is Ye Han, an inner disciple of the Wu Sect. Thank you." Yang Fan was slightly startled. Seeing Ye Han's sincere eyes, he said, "Okay, if I don't need this sword soul stone in the future, I will definitely keep it."  It's for you." He said this very seriously. If one day he doesn't need the Sword Soul Stone, it's okay to give it to Ye Han.  However, Yang Fan did not take off his mask to avoid embarrassment when they meet later.  The three of them said goodbye to Ye Han and left the black market.  "Brother Yang, why are you competing with Ye Han for this sword soul stone?" Outside the black market, Xiao Ba was a little confused.  Yang Fan smiled: "I do need this sword soul stone, and I need it very much. If not, I can give it to Ye Han and he is a swordsman genius. He has understood the meaning of the sword, and now he wants this sword soul stone.  Mostly for the sword soul, and the ray of sword soul in this stone will not help him much, so instead of letting him spend such a high price and get nothing in the end, it is better for me to buy it. " "I see.  " Xiao Ba nodded. The Sword Soul Stone is definitely a good treasure for people who have not understood the sword's meaning, but for people like Ye Han who have understood the sword's meaning, it is a bit useless.  It is almost impossible to understand the true meaning of the sword soul with a wisp of the sword soul. Even a swordsman genius like Ye Han can only be 10% sure at most.  But for Yang Fan, if he can understand the sword intention of the forty-nine epee styles, then Li Daotong's forty-nine epee styles will be as powerful as the intermediate physical training combat skills in his hands.  Come on, if you use that last escaped one, I'm afraid it will be even more powerful.  Back to Yujing City, Hongxiu still returned to Yueju, while Yang Fan and Xiao Ba returned to the inner sect of Wumen.  In less than half a month, there will be a big competition between the inner disciples. The two of them did not talk much and went back to their own small courtyards. As inner disciples, they have their own small courtyards in the inner sect.  These small courtyards are exceptionally unique. Each one is some distance away from each other, making them very quiet.  "Senior Brother Yang, you are back." As soon as he stepped into his small courtyard, he was greeted by servant disciples.  Yang Fan smiled slightly and nodded to him. Just when he was about to tell him not to disturb him, he heard the handyman disciple say: "These days, Senior Brother Yang is not here, and Senior Brother Ye comes to ask questions every day. It seems that there is something important.  " "Senior Brother Ye?" Yang Fan was confused.  The handyman disciple explained: "It is Senior Brother Ye Hanye who is one of the top ten disciples of the Inner Sect. Don't you recognize him, Senior Brother Yang?" "Oh, I understand. The Inner Sect Competition is about to begin. I want to practice in seclusion.  But if Senior Brother Ye comes again, please come and notify me." After Yang Fan finished speaking, he entered the inner room, closed the door, and set up a warning formation. Yang Fan took out the Sword Soul Stone.  The sword soul stone is contained in a black box. This wooden box is made of black gold stone, which is the best material for the scabbard. It is valuable, but compared to five million high-grade spiritual stones, it is only a drop in the bucket.  Therefore, the auction house did not charge this fee.  Opening the box, suddenly, sword energy surged into the sky. Yang Fan couldn't help but take a half step back, his face hurt, and when he touched it, there was a faint trace of blood.  "No wonder so many sword cultivators value this sword soul stone so much. This sword energy is really powerful." Thinking of the auctioneer's introduction, thousands of sword cultivators who understood the sword's intention took nearly a thousand years to create this sword soul stone.  A trace of sword soul is indeed an extraordinary treasure.  Five million high-grade spiritual stones are a lot, but they are well spent.  "It is said that as long as the spirit of the soul can resist the wild sword intention in the sword soul stone, it can comprehend the sword intention. I don't know whether it is true or not. What is the effect?" ?As soon as he thought about it, a ray of soul power came out of his body.  At this moment, his soul clone is a foot and seven inches long. The soul can be separated from the body three feet away, and the power of the soul can be easily integrated into the sword soul stone.     kill!  ?Blast to pieces!     die!  As soon as it merged, countless violent sword intentions poured in with the power of the soul. Each one was different, but they all had the same sharpness.  It¡¯s as if it can kill everything and shatter everything into pieces.  If he were a mortal, this contact would probably break his heart and kill him on the spot.  But Yang Fan doesn't. Not only is his soul condensed and extremely powerful, comparable to the early stage of transcending the tribulation, but because he has merged the spirit into his body several times, his soul has been tempered to be extremely tough, even better than the ordinary early stage of transcending the tribulation. Naturally, he is not afraid  This wisp of sword soul generates countless sword intentions.  Gradually, Yang Fan began to adapt to these substantive sword intentions. Little by little, he compared the forty-nine sword intentions he had learned from Li Daotong's forty-nine epee styles.  Suddenly, Yang Fan entered an inexplicable situation.  There are swords everywhere.  One handle, two handles, three handles ten handles, a hundred handles, a thousand handles, ten thousand handles!  Yang Fan felt that he was standing in the kingdom of swords. As he stood there, countless sword energies soared into the sky, and countless sword intentions surged out. In front of him, a dark long sword exuded purple-gold light.  The tip of the sword was pointed at himself, as if he wanted to surrender.  "If you want to get the true meaning in the sword, you need to destroy all thoughts of Tao and Buddha. Are you willing?" In my ear, someone whispered in a gloomy voice.  Yang Fan was startled, but soon he shook his head: "A sword in my hand is a sword. If it controls my heart, it is a demon. What I want is a sword, not a demon!" "Haha, I'm in.  Are you still obsessed with the illusion of the Sword Tomb?" The long black sword suddenly trembled all over his body. Suddenly, thousands of long swords rushed over, trying to penetrate Yang Fan.  Yang Fan's eyes flashed, his heart moved, and he turned around, leaving behind a proud back.  He didn¡¯t even have the slightest defense, he just stood there.  "And if anyone else sees this scene, they will find that Yang Fan's back is very much like the portrait in the Nine Waves of Heaven's Heart. The Taoist is also like this, turning around indifferently and looking down upon everything.  Only give all beings in the world and leave an eternal back.  The sword flies up, the sword energy is generated, the sword intention moves, and the sword soul kills.  Ten thousand swords passed through Yang Fan's heart, but they couldn't bring him any harm.  On the contrary, if a sword passes through the heart, it will leave a sword intention and a sword mark, and the power of the sword soul will also be stripped away.  "Impossible! Nothing can contain thousands of sword intentions, not even the top sword soul can do it." The long black sword trembled.  As a sword soul, it didn't have any courage at this moment to stab Yang Fan again.  "You lost." Yang Fan said calmly.  Then, he opened his eyes.  In the hand, there is still the dark sword soul stone, but inside, there is no longer any sword soul, only the remaining sword energy, a few surging strands, represent its former glory.  "I have become, the heart of heaven is like my heart, and the way of heaven is my way. This artistic conception is so powerful that it actually allowed me to integrate one thousand, three hundred and sixty-seven kinds of sword intentions in my life, and I have understood the meaning of forty-nine epee swords.  In fact, if the sword spirit was not too weak, at this moment, I would achieve the sword spirit and be promoted to the realm of sword master in one fell swoop. " Yang Fan's eyes are full of countless sword intents at this moment, with the potential to kill.  , some are domineering, some are cold, some are cunning and there are forty-nine true meanings of the epee.  He stretched out his hand, took the heavy sword without edge, and weighed it lightly. It weighed thirty thousand kilograms.  "There are 328 strands of dragon energy in my body, and a huge strength of 328,000 kilograms. This sword should have weighed 32,800 kilograms, but it is only 30,000 kilograms at this moment. Has it reached its limit?"  Yang Fan's heart moved, but a thirty thousand kilogram epee was enough.  He smiled softly, and the thousands of sword intentions disappeared from his eyes, and a shocking sword intention rose into the sky through the heavy sword in his hand.  And at this moment, outside the small courtyard, there was also an endless sword intent, soaring straight into the sky.  It turned out to be a sense of sword intention!  "Ye Han is here!" (To be continued.)
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