Da Qin: Integrating Zhongli’s template to create the Immortal Qin Empire

Being fed by an unknown master, Ying Yan's vision is constantly improving, and at the same time, his sword intent is also slowly improving, impacting the limit of the virtual realm.

Sword intent, Zen, and his crazy obsession with the heart of the sword path made him fit more and more closely with the sword path space, and the speed of the sea of qi devouring became more and more ferocious.

In less than a moment, he actually crossed the early stage of the second order of the Qi Sea Realm and headed towards the middle stage.

Ying Yan was immersed in the sea of swords, and his mind was shrouded in various sword intents, sword sounds, and sword moves, and his obsession became addicted.

"I've seen so many sword moves, sword intent, and heard so many opinions, but why am I so empty and hesitant. "

I don't know how long it took, Ying Yan suddenly felt upset.

"No, the reason why I was firm before was that I had a sword heart, I respected the way of the sword, I was proud of the sword, I am who I am, and where the sword goes, is where my heart points. "

Ying Yan took a deep breath: "But now, although I am fortunate enough to see the sword path of your ancestors, I have lost my own opinion, why is this so." "

"907 I'm not as good as them, so I will be infected by their kendo?"

Ying Yan muttered to himself, and suddenly, a wave of anger rose in his heart, and he questioned again: "Am I inferior to them?"

"I win words, look up to the sky, bow down to others, even if it is not as good now, it will inevitably surpass in the future, the way of the sword, the sword move, the sword intent, all are floating clouds, only the sword heart is my pride, I am conceited, the heart is firm, do not lose to anyone. "

Ying Yan's eyes flashed, calm as iron.

"Since I want to create an original sword move, I have to create a sword in my heart, and I don't need to be disturbed by other sword moves!"

Ying Yan calmed down, and the complicated scenes in front of him slowed down, and these sword moves no longer affected his thinking.

Rather, it became nourishment, broadened his horizons, made up for his flaws, and in his heart, a straight, simple, and simple sword, took shape.

"My sword doesn't need to be domineering, it doesn't need to be gorgeous and exaggerated, it doesn't need to tremble, it only needs a sword to kill a strong enemy, and it only needs a sword to cut off grudges. "

Ying Yan Jian moved with his heart, his eyes were quiet again, and the rich aura around him frantically poured into his body.

One day, two days, three days.

Ying Yan didn't move, and the sword in his heart became clearer and clearer.

Others create sword tricks, at least three or more moves, but Ying Yan only seeks this sword, pure and direct.

When Ying Yan waited until the fourth day, a sword in his heart was finally condensed in thousands of sword moves.

"This sword gathers the strongest blow in my heart, but because it is too pure, the attack range is only one step, and in one step, it is my world. "

Ying Yan raised his head, and in his gaze, a sword light bloomed with magnificent brilliance, seizing the soul.

That's his sword move, his original sword.

"But one step is too short, the battle in the Qi Sea Realm is at least ten steps away, and if you can't lock in one step, you can't kill the enemy. "

Ying Yan frowned and began to ponder. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

This sword is extremely strong, extremely fast, it is the ultimate sword, there is nothing to change, but it has a great flaw, that is, it must be the enemy within one step of him.

"The sword is made and cannot be changed, so I will start from that step. "

Winning words fell into thought.

Another day passed, and when Ying Yan opened his eyes, a calm smile bloomed.

"The end of the world, one step, is not only close at hand, but also the end of the world. What I want to do is to make one step and become the end of the world. "

Looking at the hazy white aura in front of him, Ying Yan's eyes suddenly shot out a sword light, and he stepped out, the long sword in his hand blended with his body, turning into a crimson meteor, and a blazing sword light suddenly erupted in the space within two zhang in front of him.

Ying Yan's figure appeared in front of him, and the Weeping Blood Sword let out a soft trembling sound. The next moment, a sneering tearing sound resounded through the space.

Behind Ying Yan, the rich white aura disappeared in an instant, and the entire space was slaughtered, filled with fierce sword intent, and as soon as a wisp of aura entered that space, it was crushed by countless fine breaths and turned into nothing.

"Sword move, it's done!"

Ying Yan took a deep breath, he was satisfied with the power of this sword. It's just that now, he can only use it within two zhang, and the attack range is still a little insufficient.

"This sword, silent, the space within two zhang, is ruled by my sword intent, everywhere I go, there is no trace of killing, there is no possibility of sparing. In this way, this sword is called a one-step kill. "

Ying Yan set the name of the sword move, and a wisp of sword light in the sea of consciousness trembled, and finally, the sword intent reached the limit of the virtual realm.

The sword intent was reached, and those spiritual qi more and more actively merged into the sea of qi, and the realm of winning words reached the peak of the realm of the sea of qi.

"The sword is successful, and the realm is set!"

Without wasting a moment, Ying Yan sat down cross-legged and put all his mind on the breakthrough. The Great Sun Burning Heaven Technique turned the sea of qi into a flame, and became more and more expansive in the nourishment of countless spiritual qi.

"The aura here is endless, it's just that my body devours it, it's too wasteful, you can make good use of it. "

Ying Yan's heart moved, urging Huo Ling, and the fire toad Lingding appeared in front of him, and under the injection of fire energy, it became fiery red.

"Void Fire, the method of refining spirits!"

Ying Yan drank in his heart, the fire toad breathed the spirit tripod suspended in the air, the lid opened, and under the urging of the fire feather, a colorless spiritual fire appeared, and countless white mist poured in crazily, quenched by the flame, and turned into droplets.