God of Fishing

Perhaps, it really was because I was too lucky. Originally, it was just a secret realm to try one's luck, but it ended up revealing many secrets for oneself.

Not only did he obtain a human holy weapon, but he even learned the Dao patterns, making his own formation greatly advanced.

Moreover, from Ye Nan's brief description, Han Fei was almost certain of one more thing: that is, in the depths of this Abyssal Crack, there should be a place where a strong man had fallen.

There, it should be the depths of the sword tide. Once upon a time, he was unable to break through precisely because the sword tide was too strong and beyond his limits.

But now, Han Fei retracted the dirt circle and left the secret realm. In the blink of an eye, he swam out a thousand miles and walked in that endless sword tide.

Seeing the countless white light, surging towards him, Han Fei didn't even bother to block it. In a short while, he arrived at the secret realm that Ren Tianfei had left behind.

Looking at it now, Han Fei couldn't help but smile: at that time, he was really stupid and naive, thinking that only he could come here.

In fact, Han Fei felt: maybe, this place could have all been temporarily set up by that old man after he arrived at the Abyssal Rift.

No matter what, Han Fei continued to walk deeper into the Abyssal Rift.

Until the Abyssal Rift was more than 8,000 miles away, the sword power here could already easily tear Law Enforcement Realm powerhouses into pieces.

And there were still nearly 1,000 more miles of this path.

Han Fei couldn't help but say, "Old Yuan, is the pinnacle of the Zuni realm capable of splitting a 10,000-mile-long rift with a single sword strike?"

The old turtle naturally knew what Han Fei was asking, only to hear him say, "Generally speaking, it is unlikely. However, if you reach the Half King's realm and give up your life with all your might, there is that possibility. For example, your strongest strike right now, you can strike a thousand miles across, right?"

Han Fei said in his heart: why more? If I were to ignore the consequences and go all out right now, I could blast at least three thousand miles with a single strike of the Shedding Fist Seal.

But that was myself!

Han Fei didn't dare to say that he was the strongest heavenly pride in the World Sky, but at the very least, he said that in the Yin Yang Sky, there shouldn't be any stronger than himself in the same realm.

There was still a big difference between three thousand miles and ten thousand miles.

At first, Han Fei knew: this Abyssal Rift was probably split out by someone's sword.

Now, looking at it, that Nine Palace Heavenly Ye Nan's strength was clearly not in the king's.

Since it wasn't a king, then this Sword Eight and Ye Nan, were the equal of a drum. He shouldn't be a king either.

But at the half-king level, breaking out such a large abyssal rift with a single sword was still a bit unbelievable.

To be precise: this abyssal rift was probably less than 9,200 miles away. Han Fei swam forward for more than a thousand miles and discovered that there was a person standing at the end of this abyssal rift.

This person, like a statue, held a sword in both hands, standing erect in front of himself, standing on top of this sea bed.

Surrounding it, there were dense sword energies.

When Han Fei arrived, these sword energies were like a blade purgatory, wrapping himself in them and trying to roll to kill.

It was just that the strength of these sword energies could only tear apart mid-level explorers at most. Any stronger and they wouldn't be able to cleave.

It was reasonable to say that this strength wasn't very high either. There were not a few people who could make it this far.

However, there were broken bones everywhere in front of the figure. Clearly, there were quite a few strong people who had fallen in front of this person.

Han Fei was appalled: this person was already dead, but could he still slaughter so many people?

At least, Han Fei felt: he wasn't threatened in the slightest.

However, in order to verify the strength left behind by this person, Han Fei casually performed a drawing technique. The strength of the power reached the peak of the Zun realm.

"Ding!"

As Han Fei's slash struck out, Han Fei suddenly realized: all the sword qi around him had disappeared without a trace. And before the silhouette, a sword shadow stabbed out and resisted the drawing technique.

A crisp exchange of blows was heard, and the surrounding waves of qi rolled, sword intent and saber intent, almost sweeping the entire Abyssal Crack.

Han Fei was also surprised at this time: the silhouette that stood at the bottom of the sea was distorted a few times, and then returned to normal.

Han Fei was appalled: "That's not a person."

The old turtle said, "It's a sword. That person, who had already fallen, but he took his spirit and will and raised it into a sword, standing forever in this deep sea."

"Oh expansive! Swordsman?"

Han Fei was speechless: "Is this person brain-dead? Have you gone crazy practicing with your sword? Trained himself to be a swordsman."

Old Turtle said, "You don't understand, he's leaving a legacy for himself, just like the man who just walked the path of art and mathematics. You see, this man has transformed himself into a sword, and after his death to this day, he is able to take your sword. This means that he has raised this entire Abyssal Rift into his sword domain with his own strength. This place does not collapse, and the sword will not stop."

While the old turtle was explaining, Han Fei was already carrying a kitchen knife and walked forward.

Just a hundred meters in front of the swordsman, all the sword energies gathered.

The power of these sword energies were not very strong, not to the point where they could slash Han Fei. It was even extremely difficult to kill a half-zun level powerhouse.

However, the way these sword energies attacked was very interesting.

This swordsman didn't seem to care about how many people he passed on his method of using the sword to. Anyway, what Han Fei saw was all sorts of fancy sword techniques.

In Thousand Star City, there was an extremely special revered person, the Lord of the Heavenly Sword.

This old man, who was no more than an advanced Zuni, was able to bark at the peak of the Zuni and battle without losing. Even the fierceness of his sword was able to shake half-king level powerhouses.

This, was the Sword Cultivation.

The sword was the first of a hundred weapons, and killing was the most beneficial.

The purpose of the Heavenly Sword Sect was that you could learn anything until you found that sword of yours. Once you enter the true sword path, you will give up all other weapons and combat skills and specialize in the Dao of the Sword.

The swordsman in front of Han Fei should be the one who had achieved the greatest success in swordsmanship. Although he had yet to become a king, Han Fei was amazed by the subtlety of his sword skills.

In front of Han Fei's eyes, it seemed like a hundred thousand sword energies, and each one of them was like a sword art move. Although Han Fei knew that there weren't actually that many, it just seemed so bluffing.

But I heard the old turtle say, "This emperor has to remind you, never underestimate sword cultivation. Just now, the one who did the arithmetic wasn't weak, right? There's even a foreign treasure in the way, and it's still stoked? This abyssal rift is ten thousand miles long, but this little guy who is at most half a king cleaved it out, so we can only say that the sword cultivator's battle prowess is terrifying."

Han Fei carried his sword and walked within a hundred meters of the swordsman.

"Swoosh!"

The moment Han Fei entered, all the sword energies seemed to have a target.

Only one of the strands was seen, arriving in a flash, its speed as fast as a thunderbolt. One sword later, Han Fei felt a chain of a hundred swords.

"Ding ding ding!"

Han Fei only had time to block the first eight swords, and the back was slashed by someone's hundred sword qi. It was just that these sword energies didn't hurt Han Fei.

However, it had been proven: Han Fei's speed of returning fire was too slow.

Han Fei himself felt a little ridiculous! His own speed was already comparable to horror. This thing, which had been dead for an unknown amount of time, was even faster than your own speed? It must have been the way he opened ...... not quite right.

I saw Han Fei back out, give a low "fusion" and come back in.

"Swish! Swish!"

"Ding ding ding ding~"

Han Fei's body was like a phantom, the sword in his hand was no longer visible, and he bombarded 63 times in a row. That countless sword qi once again poured down on Han Fei's body.

"Hiss! So fast."

Old Turtle said leisurely, "Of course. Sword cultivators are an extremely special category of all kinds of cultivators. It is said that every Sword Cultivator, even if they walk the same path or not, the obsessions in their hearts are different. As a result, their dao was also different. Therefore, among sword cultivators, there is never a matter of the strong devouring the weak."

Han Fei: "Sword Cultivators don't cut leeks?"

Old Turtle: "No, only people who are really heavy in the Dao will fight each other."

Finished, the old turtle said, "Do you know, why you are slower than him?"

Han Fei: "Why?"

Han Fei felt: he was already fast enough, only the other party was faster. The direction the sword qi was coming from, even though his spirit could keep up, his body could no longer keep up.

Old Turtle said, "Dao Heart. Those who use the sword have a strong dao heart and will have a guard in their hearts. In the Age of the Gods, there was a saying that if you don't know which path to take, entering the path of sword cultivation is right on the money."

Han Fei tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Is it as mysterious as you say it is? I've always used swords, and swords are worse than swords?"

Old Turtle: "The sword is the master of killing, but the sword is savage. The sword is the master of killing, but the sword is clear and has bones. It's not that you can't use a sword, it's just that, as always, there aren't many famous ones who use swords. And those who use swords are extraordinary, but there are countless."

Han Fei went further and only saw, a sword like a stream of light.

Han Fei had just drawn his sword, and it had appeared behind him, killing him against his own arm.

"Gudu! So fast ......"

This time, it was not up to Han Fei to face up to it. Perhaps ...... Yin and Yang Heaven had its own characteristics, such as the Grand Dao Yin and Yang, and one's own holding of the Taishang Yin and Yang Wheel.

However, his own comprehension of the Great Dao of Yin and Yang could be said to be largely unknown. After all, the Immortal Palace hadn't even gotten its hands on it yet. But this time, the other two palaces of the 36 Immortal Palaces that he met, Han Fei discovered their characteristics.

It seemed that each of the Thirty-Six Immortal Palaces had an ability of specialization.

The Nine Palaces were good at arts and mathematics, altering Qi fortune, and excelling at calculating the heavens.

The Sword God Palace was too fierce at fighting.

If the other party was of the same realm, strength, and physique as himself, he would have been killed by someone in a single look.

It was only just two palaces!

Moreover, these two palaces didn't seem to be within the ones that Old Mother was talking about. Perhaps, they were not as good as the Yin Yang Palace!

And yet, the strength is so strong! How is Han Fei not surprised?

I'm counting on myself to unify the 36 Immortal Palaces!

And the result? Where are we? Two people who had fallen for an unknown number of tens of thousands of years nearly cleaned themselves up?

Only to see Han Fei's Yin-Yang divine Eye flicker in the sword energy field, "Since sword cultivation is so powerful, how difficult would it be for me to learn one more sword art?"