I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 360 The Sword Spirit Appears
After Fang Han stepped out of the cave, hundreds of sword qi shot towards him immediately.

However, when they hit the layer of golden light in front of him, they were all sucked into the golden light and disappeared.

Fang Han walked towards the central sword casting platform step by step, turning a blind eye to the sword aura coming from the sky, and only a moment later, he stepped on the edge of the platform, a hundred steps away from the half of the sword on the sword casting platform!

But these hundred steps are the real test.

It's not that no one has made it this far before, but all of them were forced to retreat.

However, Fang Han's situation is different from others. I saw a layer of light spots of various colors rising from the central sword casting platform. Fang Han's face was solemn, and his mana evolved to the extreme. Layers of light dots are blocked outside the body.But at this moment, a series of sword intentions were drawn from the central sword-casting platform, and various tangible substances appeared in mid-air, and all kinds of creatures were lifelike. Fang Han was surrounded by a series of sword intentions, and there was no hesitation. step forward.

"These sword intents are not only tangible and qualitative, but also have some spiritual wisdom." In the cave, old man Zhou frowned.

There is a saying that the sword energy is the shape, and the sword intent is the soul. The sword intent often has no form and quality, and can only act on instinct.

"wrong!"

"These sword intents are being manipulated!" Old man Zhou said to himself, who is the controller is obviously the sword spirit of the fairy sword.

At this time, a yellow sword intent flew in front of Fang Han, Fang Han's killing sword intent flashed, and he repelled that sword intent.Immediately afterwards, another purple sword intent flew towards Fang Han, and a fiery sword intent erupted from Fang Han's body, repelling this sword intent.

In this way, Fang Han's body erupted with sword intent one after another, protecting himself and approaching the central sword casting platform.

All the craftsmen in the various caves held their breaths. Fang Han was the first person to get so close to the fairy sword. At this time, the light and mist on the sword casting platform surrounded him, and Fang Han could see these light spots clearly. It is clearly the expression of the sword intent being compressed to the extreme.

When it is compressed to the limit, it will explode.

At this moment, Fang Han felt a great pressure covering his whole body, which was the pressure from all the sword intents on the entire central sword casting platform.

At the same time, he seemed to feel that there seemed to be an invisible eye in the air, looking at him expressionlessly, and these countless sword intents were listening to the command of this eye, waiting for it to give an order, and they would smash themselves into pieces ten thousand paragraphs.

Fang Han took a deep breath, he has been in this fairy world for a hundred years.

Past and present lives, more than a hundred years of experience flashed by in my mind like a movie.

"I've earned it!"

Fang Han exhaled the turbid breath, carefully released the already understood sword intents of killing, yin and yang, withered glory, raging fire, strong wind, and tide out of the body, and at the same time manifested the body with the law of gold, and continued to approach the center cautiously. Sword casting platform.

Above the central sword casting platform, countless sword intents compressed into light spots buzzed, as if a storm would erupt in the next second.

As Fang Han approached, the light spots gradually spread out, and a passage was actually opened for Fang Han to pass by.

"How is this possible? Why didn't you attack him?" Shi Yihang and Wu Song were dumbfounded.

The rest of the people are also puzzled.

Old man Zhou's heart was in his throat.

In this case, at such a close distance, once these extremely compressed sword intents burst out, it would be difficult for Fang Han to survive.

Fang Han seemed to have traveled a hundred years for the distance of a hundred steps.

Finally he stepped onto the central sword-forging platform, and the half of the immortal sword was within reach.

Fang Han stared at the half of the fairy sword. Although tens of thousands of years had passed and there were cracks all over the sword, it still exuded a sharp and sharp aura.

"Huh." At this moment, there was a slight murmuring sound in the air.

Fang Han knew that it was the eye that watched him before.

He didn't pause, but stretched out his hand directly towards the half of the fairy sword.

All the refining masters who were watching in the surrounding caves held their breath.

Seeing that Fang Han's hand had just touched the hilt of the half of the fairy sword, suddenly, the sword casting platform shone brightly.

The countless light spots of sword intent erupted all of a sudden, drowning Fang Han who was close at hand like a storm!
"Boy Fang!"

The old man Zhou turned pale with shock, sacrificed several spirit treasures and rushed out, trying to rescue him.

But immediately, countless sharp sword qi shot from all directions.

Even with old man Zhou's Yuanying stage cultivation, he was forced to retreat again and again.

There are cracks all over several Lingbao.

And Shi Yihang had a smile on his face.

Other refiners, such as Tianjian Sanren, Yu Buyi and Yan Kai showed regret on their faces.

It seems that Fang Han was not recognized in the end and was strangled by the sword.

But immediately, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Hey, what's going on here." Everyone saw that although the sword intents drowned Fang Han, they did not divide him into pieces, but surrounded him, gradually wrapping him into a cocoon.

But everyone was outside, so they couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Maybe he's not dead, just wait a little longer." Old man Zhou put his mind down slightly, and continued to pay attention, preparing to try to rescue Fang Han as soon as he appeared.

At this time, Fang Han found himself standing in a void, surrounded by countless sharp swords, as if it was a world of swords.

And in this world, stands the phantom of a white-haired youth.

Fang Han seemed to be very close to him, yet seemed to be separated by an endless distance.

"Interesting, it's obviously just an ant on the fifth floor of the Golden Core, but it seems to be very strong."

The white-haired young man looked at Fang Han and murmured.

"Junior Fang Han, see Senior Sword Spirit." Fang Han had already guessed that the white-haired young man in front of him was the sword spirit of the broken fairy sword, and bowed to salute immediately.

"My name is Wushuang." The white-haired young man replied casually.

Wushuang should be the name of that fairy sword.

There should be only this fairy sword in the world of cultivating immortals back then, so the name Wushuang also fits the occasion.

"See Senior Wushuang." Fang Han had no choice but to salute again.

"You have comprehended the law of water, the law of fire, the way of yin and yang withering and flourishing..."

"The attainment of alchemy, utensils, and dao is barely passable. The body has been tempered by different fires and thunders, and it seems that he has also practiced some kind of strange body training technique. The body is invincible in the same level alone, which is interesting. "

Wushuang Sword Spirit said to himself while looking at him.

Fang Han's heart was shocked. He had seen many strong men, but now he saw through almost all his secrets at a glance, and only this sword spirit was alone.

"With your cultivation, in today's world of cultivating immortals, you deserve to be at the level of Tianjiao."

"However, in my age, it can only be considered ordinary."

Sword Spirit said again.

Fang Han rolled his eyes inwardly, nonsense, your era was a brilliant world, so naturally I can't make it to the stage.

He wondered if the sword spirit of Wushuang Immortal Sword hadn't spoken to anyone for tens of thousands of years, so he kept talking with his mouth.

(End of this chapter)