God of Fishing

To Han Fei, since someone's great art was even stronger than his own, of course he had to learn it. When he surpassed him, he would naturally be stronger than him.

Anyway, with the Demon Refining Pot, Han Fei was the best at learning. Moreover, there was more than one dao that he could master, and he could switch at will. This was also his own bottom line!

It only took an hour for Han Fei to remember these many sword techniques.

Of course, learning was learning. There were those that he could understand, and those that he could not.

Gradually, however, Han Fei saw the shadow of the Heavenly Sword Sect in this sword art.

After all, Han Fei had seen the Lord of the Heavenly Sword do it before. Today, from within the Sword God Palace's sword art, Han Fei saw a sword that the Lord of Heavenly Swords had once used.

It was still at the moment when he used the Intercepting Heavenly Finger to blast the Zhang Family's Second Ancestor, when Old Monster Chu killed him, and the Lord of Heavenly Sword pierced through the imprisoned void with a small red light sword.

At that time, that sword looked unpretentious, but it was actually powerful enough to be astonishing.

And right now, Han Fei was met with it.

Among the tens of millions of sword moves, Han Fei was only able to block half of them. There were still half a dozen that Han Fei was still trying to remember.

When Han Fei approached ten meters away from that swordsman, those sword moves, which were even more magnificent, were intent on striking directly at his own soul.

The swordsmanship was nowhere to be seen, and full of eyes, it only showed the color of light and shadow.

"Twin Divine Arts."

Han Fei intended: these next few days, he would spend himself on this side. If he couldn't even consume this Sword God Palace's sword technique, could he still call himself truly invincible?

Han Fei was proud of his heart and would never allow such a thing to exist.

The body of black mist was far away at the moment, as no sword qi could detect it. Therefore, he could observe and remember every sword technique he couldn't catch without fear.

It was miraculous to say the least. Obviously, there were thousands of sword energies around him, but not a single one of them attacked the body of the black mist. Evidently, the closer you got to each other, the clearer the target of this boundless sword qi became.

One hour.

Two hours.

Until the third hour, Han Fei's mind had been filled with images of countless sword moves. And the body of white mist had unknowingly arrived two meters away from the sword man.

Han Fei allowed those sword vapors to strike and stared at the sword in that swordsman's hand, "Old Yuan, is this sword real?"

Old Turtle: "Fake, all fake! Ever since this person transformed into a sword, he is the sword, the sword is him, and people don't even use swords anymore."

Han Fei trailed off: it was a pity that this person didn't even leave behind a sword, apart from his powerful sword skills. In any case, someone, Ye Nan of the Nine Palaces, left behind a human holy weapon. You, however, made a trip to my Yin Yang Heaven and didn't even leave a treasure down ......

Just when Han Fei was about to continue observing the sword moves, he suddenly saw the standing sword man, suddenly opened his eyes.

At that time, Han Fei's heart thudded, thinking: this "Sword Man", is he alive?

Only this swordsman was seen, suddenly opening his eyes, but his face was expressionless. And the longsword in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Han Fei, killing him.

"Buzz~"

Han Fei's speed was nothing short of fast.

One foot stepped out of a coiled turtle formation, which was also made up of dao patterns. Even if this swordsman was still alive, he shouldn't be able to break it in an instant. As for himself, he would be able to exit with just this instant's effort.

However, Han Fei was startled to discover: that sword, ignoring the Pan Turtle Formation, had stabbed himself directly?

"Boom!"

At this instant, Han Fei saw his White Mist Body, seen from a third-party perspective. The White Mist Body, which was the equivalent of his own flesh-like body, was flying backwards at an extremely slow speed.

"Damn it ......"

Han Fei suddenly regained consciousness, and with a thought, the Imperial Soul Formation appeared.

"Ding~"

The moment the imperial soul formation appeared, a wisp of virtual white shadow stabbed itself.

Han Fei clearly felt it: he was now a soul body, and the swordsman had actually stabbed out his own soul with a single sword.

The divine soul leaving the body, in this abyssal crack of sword qi, would probably be shattered by the countless sword strokes that could bombard the divine soul here.

Even if it couldn't be shattered, getting injured would be a certainty.

This was the experience of half of Han Fei's divine soul, while the other half was still in the body of the black mist.

It was just that it all happened so fast, so fast that Han Fei didn't even have time to think about it. It was like all of a sudden, he saw his own body from a third party's perspective. Before even thinking about what was going on? The opponent's soul killing technique had killed it.

"Poof!"

In a moment, Han Fei saw a small sword that pierced into his soul's body.

"Ka ka ka ka!"

That small sword, the moment it entered his soul body, it flew and began to split up.

And only then did Han Fei react: this son of a bitch swordsman, who really wasn't dead, was still trying to seize it?

At this moment, the first thought that surfaced in Han Fei's mind was that the twin sons would become one, allowing him to return to his peak state.

However, this thought only existed for a moment before Han Fei rejected it.

The Black Mist Body was still there, and even if something went wrong with the White Mist Body, what could it do?

On the other hand, it might only be a problem if the twins were in one at this point!

"Ho!"

The Black Mist Body made its move, and the Hundred Beasts Devouring Soul directly killed it.

This sound was naturally ineffective against one's own soul. However, when the Hundred Beast Soul Devouring Sound only slightly shocked the endless sword soul for a moment, it was blown apart by that sword soul.

At this time, Han Fei didn't have the time to complain about the old turtle.

He was ready to self-destruct his White Mist Body himself! Although this would cause damage to himself, Han Fei didn't believe: a mere wisp of a soul could survive his own self-destruction?

But just then, suddenly, a small branch was seen peeking out from the void, reaching directly into Han Fei's divine soul.

As soon as the small branch rolled, the sword spirit that had dispersed and almost encroached half of Han Fei's soul was seen to regain its position and was directly detained by the small branch.

At this moment, Han Fei saw: the sword qi throughout the Abyssal Crack was returning. Billions of sword qi were returning, part of it returning to the swordsman and part of it returning to this sword soul.

"Phew!"

At this moment, Han Fei was relieved: the Demon Cauldron had struck! What else am I afraid of?

After all, self-destructing was also a serious act of self-damage. With the Demon Refining Pot in action, all problems were solved!

At this moment, Han Fei was like a vortex, billions of sword energy vapors, wildly converging into his soul.

Han Fei suddenly thought of the Nine Palaces Qi Luck Ruler, which had just calculated a fortune for himself today, and it said Great Fierce.

Isn't this Nima, a great evil? The soul was beaten out of someone, and almost, he had to lose at least 200 years of his life.

Last time, the self-destruct in Truman was like this. Although he escaped, but, he lost 200 years of vitality. Moreover, his own strength had also weakened a bit in that burst.

However, Han Fei thought to himself: how did this Nine Palace Qi Ruler get made? Can you even count that? I don't know, has it calculated that this swordsman is still alive?

Only then did the old turtle's voice appear, "Are you okay? This Emperor has been deceived by this guy. He refined himself into a sword soul and scattered it completely in this abyss, waiting for the right person to appear and then reunite his sword soul ...... This person is really sinister!"

Han Fei didn't want to listen to the old turtle's explanation at this point, only to hear him say coldly, "Hmph, you want to seize me even after being dead for tens of thousands of years? He deserves to die."

Soon, the small sword clanked.

Han Fei's thoughts were frantically conveyed to the Demon Refining Pot, "Give me this sword, crush him to death!"

However, the Demon Cauldron didn't do that, it just held onto this sword spirit.

Han Fei saw that there was no movement, when, with a thought, he pulled out his Blood Drinking Sword.

"Attach the soul!"

This time, the Demon Refining Pot agreed, and it took the Blood Drinking Blade and Sword Soul together. Refining the spiritual and demonic energy in the world, it consumed it at a rapid rate.

Han Fei smiled coldly, "Don't you specialize in the Dao of the Sword? I, the little master, will seal you in the knife and disgust you to death!"

It took over 200 breaths of work before this brand new Blood Drinking Blade appeared.

Information surfaced in Han Fei's eyes.

[Name] Blood Drinking Sword (Mutation)

Introduction】 by Xuanhuangqing iron, blue jiao poisonous teeth, too green essence, wind essence, star clam shell Wan ...... supplemented by the soul of the sword puppet hammered, can break the divine gold foreign iron.

Quality】Excellent divine weapon

Soul possession】 The soul of a sword puppet.

[Effect] Armor piercing, Spirit piercing.

"Recastable

"Unrefined

[Remarks] The blade is like a sword, and the sheath will stab the soul with the shadow of the sword.

"Poof~"

Han Fei was directly speechless: the Blood Drinking Sword still looked like a kitchen knife, but its name, however, had turned into the Blood Drinking Sword, or a mutated Blood Drinking Sword.

Its quality, too, had directly turned into an excellent divine soldier, just as close as it was to becoming an Exotic Treasure of the Fixed Sea.

Han Fei felt that if only its materials were better, it could have been a Fixed Sea Exotic Treasure. But why did the sword turn into a sword after it was infused with the sword soul? Is this the obsession of the sword spirit?

Also, in the demon refining pot's opinion, it wasn't the soul of a sword, but the soul of a sword puppet?

Hanfei doesn't know: what, exactly, is the difference?

Wouldn't poo asked, although Han Fei was unhappy about the old turtle's error in judgment, he couldn't get over this. In any case, this old turtle was going to become his old servant.

Han Fei: "Old Yuan, what is the spirit of the sword puppet?"

The old turtle seemed to be a bit guilty, and immediately said, "There are people who defend the sword, and there are also swords that defend people. When a man defends his sword, the man and the sword become one. When a man defends his sword, the man's sword becomes one. When the sword defends a man, the man's sword becomes one. When alive, one will become a sword puppet; when dead, one is the soul of a sword puppet."

Suddenly, the old turtle sucked in his breath and said, "Are you saying that this man is a sword puppet?"

Han Fei didn't comment, "It's a sword puppet, what's wrong?"

Old Turtle: "If it's a Sword Puppet, then there should still be a Sword Master in existence. A sword puppet is equivalent to a sword servant, even if he's powerful, he's a servant. Above him, there must be a stronger and more powerful being."

"So that's how it is."

Han Fei's eyes, narrowed slightly: if it was really such a statement from the old turtle, the origin of the Heavenly Sword Sect was most likely related to that Sword Master of the Sword Palace back then.

Of course, Han Fei didn't quite believe it: back then, that Sword Master could have survived until now?

But perhaps, because of the fall of the Sword Master, the Heavenly Sword Sect itself had forgotten about it.

After all, there is still a Sword Puppet from the Sword God Palace here in the Abyssal Rift. Do you think that if the Sword Master from back then was still alive, he would have allowed his puppet to stay here?