The unruly young man just disappeared, and Ding Xiaoyi stood on the top of the mountain. He felt layers of clouds beneath his feet, and he didn't understand why the sword-drawing pose appeared on the top of the mountain.
Isn't it okay if there is solid earth under our feet? Why should we let him appear on the top of this mountain? Although practicing swordsmanship on this mountain top would give him the feeling of being able to see all the mountains at a glance, he still felt that it was unrealistic.
The sword was very heavy, and he felt as if he was holding a huge mountain. He drew his sword and swung it, feeling soreness in his arm uncontrollably.
He didn't know how many times he had done this action. He only felt that his arms had already lost feeling.
Not only did he shoot with his right hand, he also practiced with his left hand. This is what the master said to him. Some swordsmen are accustomed to holding the sword with their right hand. In fact, drawing the sword with the left hand will achieve unexpected effects.
And he often practices the left-handed sword, which is a habit of his. Although he rarely uses his left hand to draw a sword, it does not mean that his left hand is inferior to his right hand.
This is also one of the trump cards that he has been hiding. Naturally, he will not let go of this opportunity to practice sword practice again.
Here on the top of the mountain, he seemed to have forgotten all his cultivation. He was like a young swordsman who had just entered the art of swordsmanship. He had forgotten the swordsmanship taught to him by his master, and he had forgotten his own level of cultivation.
As if he was reborn, he drew his sword again and again. He was getting faster every time, but the power of his sword never reached the thunderous momentum of an unruly boy.
Although this action is simple, it is still far from enough to achieve the neat and domineering look of an unruly boy.
Ding Xiaoyi recalled the thunderous sword strike of the unruly young man in his mind. That sword was as powerful as a rainbow and faster than lightning. When the sword came out, it would definitely shake the world.
I don’t know how long it took, but Ding Xiaoyi’s arms had long lost any feeling. But because of this mechanical movement, he seemed to have felt the essence of the first sword-drawing move.
The long sword drew out and swung towards a huge boulder on the top of the mountain. At that moment, Ding Xiaoyi felt the huge power of the heavy iron sword in his hand, and the sword directly pierced the boulder.
With a "bang", the boulder cracked, and the boulder instantly turned into a pile of rubble. In the past, Ding Xiaoyi could do it.
But this time, it was not relying on cultivation and Gang Yuan that smashed the boulder into a pile of rubble. That was just the power of a sword drawn out of its sheath. If the Gang Yuan in his body and the power of the laws of heaven and earth in the sea of life were poured into that sword, the power of this sword drawn sword would definitely be even more powerful.
With just one sword move, Ding Xiaoyi felt a brand new perception. The iron sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand was no longer so heavy, and it felt as if it was light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand.
Regardless of whether it is the left hand or the right hand, when the long sword is unsheathed, a strong sword intent roars out. This strong sword intent is unstoppable, and the sword will hit with every blow as soon as it is unsheathed.
He had never seen such swordsmanship before, and had never heard of it. This time, he practiced this sword style to a perfect level.
Although there is still a certain distance to reach the peak, he is already very satisfied. Drawing the sword, the sword will hit with one strike as soon as it is unsheathed.
When the sword is unsheathed, there will definitely be blood splashing for five steps. It is a method of gathering momentum. The sword drawing posture is not an ordinary sword drawing posture, but a sword intention to draw the sword decisively.
After Ding Xiaoyi figured this out, he felt suddenly enlightened. He drew out the long sword in his hand and stabbed it, a sword light roared out like a giant, and the sword stabbed fiercely towards a larger boulder.
"Boom", the boulder was instantly turned into a pile of powder by the sword. Looking at the boulder that turned into a pile of dust in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes, but he never thought that the sword could be practiced like this.
This seemed to open up a whole new world for his swordsmanship. Sword movements are no longer limited to a certain form. Killing with a sword is the basic quality of sword cultivators.
After thinking about this, Ding Xiaoyi put away his sword and stood in the rolling clouds. He looked at the layer upon layer of clouds, and then he understood why he appeared on the top of the mountain.
When you reach the top, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. This is an artistic conception and a kind of pride. Only in this artistic conception of overwhelming pride and insignificance can one let go of all his feelings.
Ding Xiaoyi slowly closed his eyes. He felt the majestic sword intention brought by this sword-drawing gesture. This was a new understanding of the sword intention that he began to gain after breaking through to the realm of Wanjian Guizong's sword intention.
Although it was just a simple movement, it was enough for him to gain new insights from this simple sword style.
"Hiss...", the sword intention around Ding Xiaoyi turned into layers of terrifying waves and surged towards the surroundings. The sword intention swept up like an overwhelming force.
"Wow...", the endless sword intent turned into the roar of ten thousand swords and shot out in all directions. All of a sudden, thousands of swords that covered the sky and the sun roared towards the sky.
"Hey...
"Everywhere the sword light passed turned into nothingness. The sky became trembling under the thousands of swords.
"Drawing sword", Ding Xiaoyi shouted sharply, and the sword in his hand stabbed out quickly. Under that stab, the void became distorted.
The sword intent of Wanjian Guizong roared towards the sky. The long sword in his hand pierced the sky. The heaven and earth shook inexplicably, and the mountain tops also made bursts of roars.
Ding Xiaoyi felt that the surrounding environment began to distort, and he felt a strong suction force sweeping towards him.
He appeared in a piece of green grass. The grass several feet high was undulating in the wind. After Ding Xiaoyi looked at this patch of green grass, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The uninhibited young man appeared again, looking at Ding Xiaoyi with a smile. After Ding Xiaoyi looked at the grass that was several feet high, he couldn't help but be startled.
What did the ancestor of the Linghu family want to do when he brought himself to this tall grass?
"It seems that you have understood the essence of the first sword-drawing style of Dugu Nine Swords. Here you will practice the second style of Dugu Nine Swords, the swinging sword style."
"Look carefully, I only use one sword. Whether you can understand it or not depends entirely on you." The unruly young man showed a faint smile and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi saw a soft sword appearing in the hands of the unruly young man. This soft sword looked as light as a feather.
The unruly young man swung the long sword in his hand towards the green grass several feet high. An unrivaled sword energy surged from the soft sword.
This sword energy was only swayed by the elasticity of the soft sword, without any Gang Yuan or laws of heaven and earth in it.
This sword also looks ordinary. This sword posture is the same as the sword drawing posture. There is no gorgeous sword posture. It just looks ordinary.
"Hiss...", a simple and unpretentious sword light passed over the grass. I saw countless green grasses cut into two pieces by that sword.
The green grass was cut at the waist and then fell. Seeing this scene in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi did not feel that it was not difficult.
Not to mention this piece of green grass, even a forest, he can still do it. Seeing a look of disdain in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, the unruly young man just smiled slightly, and then he disappeared.
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt extremely passionate. It was just a piece of green grass several feet high, and he had a soft sword inexplicably.
Ding Xiaoyi rarely uses soft swords. He feels that soft swords cannot express his temperament as a swordsman.
Just because he rarely uses a soft sword doesn't mean he can't. Whether it is a heavy sword or a soft sword, he has received strict training.
No matter how funny it is, he won't laugh. Well, actually he wanted to laugh. Can a mere piece of grass several feet high trap him? This is obviously impossible.
He raised the soft sword in his hand, wanting to stir up all his sword intent and pour it into the soft sword. He found that his sword intention could not be poured into the soft sword.
Even his Gang Yuan and the laws of heaven and earth in the sea of life could not pour into the soft sword in his hand. Although he did not have the blessing of Gang Yuan and the laws of heaven and earth, he still felt that it was easy to cut through the grass several feet high with one sword.
"Drink...", Ding Xiaoyi shouted angrily, unsheathed his soft sword, and swung it towards the grass, all in one movement.
He heard a sword roar from the soft sword in his hand, and saw a brilliant sword light bursting out from the soft sword.
"Hiss...", the sword energy surged out from the soft sword and swept towards the swaying green grass. Ding Xiaoyi is confident that he can cut this patch of grass.
"Wow...", there was a sound of sword energy brushing through the grass, but Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed slightly. He never expected that the grass just tilted forward.
After the sword energy passed by, the green grass recovered again. Ding Xiaoyi was stunned, but he did not expect that his confident sword could not chop even a single blade of grass.
The sword energy brushed past the green grass, and the grass just shook a few times before removing the extremely sharp sword energy.
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi realized that the grass several feet high did not seem to be ordinary grass. This was specially prepared for him. The toughness and hardness of this grass are not comparable to ordinary grass.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi recalled the action of the unruly young man swinging his sword. He imitated the movements of the unruly young man and swung the sword with his right hand towards the grass several feet high.
"Shua..." I saw the sword light flashing away, and the sword light flicked towards the green grass. But the green grass leaned forward slightly and easily removed the sword energy.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't laugh or cry. He thought this sword swinging move was very simple, but in fact it was much more difficult than the previous sword drawing move.
Ding Xiaoyi had no choice but to once again raise the soft sword in his hand and strike at the grass. He knew that this move could not touch the grass with a soft sword, and could only rely on the purest sword energy to cut off the grass.
He was confident at first, but after trying it several times, he didn't even have any confidence at all.
Here, he seemed to have forgotten what he had learned, and he started practicing sword training again like a three-year-old child.
