Night has already fallen.

While the light of stars and moon shines on the earth, it falls into the sea, making the entire sea a sea of ​​stars, which is particularly vast and beautiful and breathtaking.

The sound of slapping waves was from the shore not far away, but Fang Junmei's mind had entered another world without any notice.

"Tell me, what does this world look like in your eyes? Or, what is it composed of?"

Lightning asked him for a moment.

Fang Junmei woke up in shock, thought for a while and said, "Of course it is composed of mountains, rivers, earth, houses, and various creatures."

"wrong!"

Lightning shouted: "In addition to those, there is an endless vast void. They are as real as mountains, rivers, and the space they occupy is much larger than those you say, but almost everyone ignores their existence."

Fang Junmei's heart was shocked again. No one had ever interpreted the composition of the world with him like this. Compared to ordinary people, he was already more knowledgeable, but at this moment, Fang Junmei could not find any words to refute.

"If you don't even see through this, if you are always confined to the real existence of the six consciousnesses, then you will never find those points, nor will you understand the way of space distortion."

Lightning's grand master's demeanor becomes more and more intense.

Fang Junmei had doubted whether it would be a good master before, but now she was full of ashamed.

This passage of advice shocked his heart too much.

...

"I understand, but what exactly do I need to do to find those points and hit them?"

Fang Junmei asked slowly as if word by word, with a sincere voice asking for advice in her voice. She looked at it with a lightning bolt and felt a little happy.

"Simple!"

Lightning smiled and said, "From today on, draw your sword to attack the same point in the void ahead, and there is no deviation at all until the swell of space is burst out. When you burst out the swell of space is burst out, it is the moment when you feel the existence of that point."

"Is this the solution?"

Fang Jun was stunned and half-believing. Could this lightning be teasing him again?

"Believe it or not!"

Lightning said unhappily, and after that, he said, "I'm going to rest, I don't want to say a word more today."

After saying that, he curled up on the beach and closed his eyes.

Fang Junmei was speechless and looked into the void ahead.

...

If Fang Junmei wants to hit a point on a physical object, he can do it easily, no matter how many times he does it.

But if you hit a certain point in the void countless times, it will be different. Without a reference object, the slightest deviation of the eyes will cause the attack deviation.

If you practice to the end, you can really succeed and keep the void around you. In his eyes, there are really countless points, and no longer nothingness.

Thinking of this, Fang Junmei suddenly felt that this method might be useful.

After glanced at the lightning next to him, remembering the expectations of the Taoist Chuo, Long Jinyi and others for him, Fang Junmei gritted her teeth and walked to the beach ahead, drew out the sword and stabbed it forward with one sword and one sword after another.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

One after another, without stopping.

The simplest way to draw a sword and stab it quickly became the most depressing thing in Fang Junmei's eyes, so depressed that he doubted whether he was a sword genius?

No reference.

Any deviations in the eyes.

Any deviation of the action.

As long as you go a little bit higher, you will not be at the same point.

Sometimes, although there is no deviation, Fang Junmei still feels that she is biased. She is just a point and cannot judge whether she has deviated.

Fang Junmei didn't pay attention. When he drew his sword, he quietly opened his eyes, glanced for a few times, shook his head, and closed it again.

...

Time passes by little by little.

After only one or two cups of tea, Fang Junmei stopped suddenly, as if she was thinking about something, her eyes lit up. From the storage bag, she took out a spear-like low-quality magic weapon from which she got from someone unlucky, and inserted it straight on the beach.

Then, draw the sword again.

Wherever the sword tip reaches is an inch above the spear's spearhead, and it is still in the void.

With this spear as a reference object, Fang Junmei suddenly had a direction. Almost every sword stabbed out, and the tip of the sword hit a standard inch directly above the spearhead.

After coming up with this solution, even Fang Junmei was a little proud, and a smile appeared on her face.

"You are not allowed to practice like this. When fighting with people, where can you get the reference? Do you have to draw a sword against that spear for the rest of your life?"

At this moment, the roar of lightning, which was extremely majestic, cold and solemn, suddenly rang in Fang Junmei's mind, full of anger.

He hit the head with a blow.

"There are quite a lot of opportunistic things!"

Lightning snorted again, shook his head, and he really stopped caring about Fang Junmei and fell asleep again. The heavy breathing sound was full of displeasure.

Fang Junmei smiled bitterly and stopped her hand.

He has not been scolded like this for many years.

Even when he was young, when he was practicing swords, the old man with swordsman could not say anything about his understanding and hard work. Unexpectedly, he embarked on the path of cultivation and was just a basic one that would draw a sword and stab it out, and he felt that there was some lightning flash of living treasures.

But after thinking about it, he also knew that lightning was for his own good, and the lightning did make sense.

After collecting the spear, I had no other thoughts.

Fang Junmei drew her sword towards the void without any reference in front of her.

This process is boring and requires a high concentration of your mind and eyes. If you change to ordinary people, you may not be able to practice for a long time and you will have to give up.

Lightning fell asleep.

On the seaside under the stars, Fang Junmei was the only one who repeated the boring movements.

...

The next morning, lightning yawned, raised his hooves, stretched out his long horse waist (it was really a very long horse waist), and woke up from his sleep.

Whoosh swish swish swish-

While I was still sleepy, I heard the sound of drawing a sword and stabbing it from the beach ahead.

This guy is hardworking.

Lightning praised in his heart, and thought that Fang Junmei had practiced all night. If she had been a mortal, she would definitely not have such strong physical strength, but it was just the simplest sword drawing action, and she was a cultivator in the late stage of the Flood of the Dust. Of course, Fang Junmei could deal with it.

Lightning looked up.

Above the sea, a red sun has jumped out, illuminating the world.

At this moment, the sea water was already rising. Fang Junmei, who was still practicing swords on the dry beach last night, was already standing in the knee-length sea water, but in fact, he had not moved a little step, and his feet seemed to have taken root.

Lightning naturally remembers Fang Junmei's position and nods with a smile.

But soon, the shock appeared in its eyes.

If Fang Junmei stabbed a hundred swords last night, and ten swords would hit the same point, then after Fang Junmei stabbed a hundred swords this morning, at least seventy swords would be on the same point, and the other thirty swords would be a slight difference.

"How is this kid making progress so fast?"

The big lightning-bolt jaw almost fell to the ground, and Fang Junmei's terrifying diligence speed made him feel incredible.

If you keep improving at this speed, it will probably not take long before Fang Junmei will burst out the space turbulence.

Lightning raised his hooves and rubbed his urethra, thinking that Fang Junmei had found another reference, but after looking at it for a long time, he did not find any reference.

"This guy... may be an amazing person in the future...those spatial magical powers in our clan..."

Lightning sighed in his heart, but only said halfway.

...

bass!

After practicing for more than half an hour, Fang Junmei finally finished. He inserted his sword into the sand, sat in the water, rested, his eyes full of fatigue.

Repeating this most boring and boring move in a highly focused posture for a night is definitely something that can make people lose their minds.

"Hey, isn't it possible? Is this your limit? Or have you given up?"

Lightning slowly approached and said with a little sarcastic look.

Fang Junmei did not turn around, and washed her face with the sea water and said, "No, I just won't practice for the time being, it's time to set off later."

When the lightning heard this, his eyes were a little relaxed.
To be continued...