There were five hundred sword energy in total, but the young man managed to carry it to the 412th.
In the city lord's palace, the ground was full of fragments of ancient swords, and not a single one of the ancient swords that were originally densely packed beside the young man remained.
In fact, when there were more than two hundred swords, Yun Zhong already understood the unexplainable meaning of the old man's words: the first hundred or so swords can be resisted as long as they are dealt with easily, but after more than a hundred swords, the power of the sword will skyrocket, and the power of the sword will skyrocket. , and more than just climbed a few chips?
When the young man noticed that the power of the sword energy was rising, the old man sitting cross-legged not far away spoke tiredly, saying that every time the sword energy reaches two hundred, the strength of the sword energy must be quadrupled. If the young man within two hundred eyes can still deal with it with ease, and even if he has enough strength to do it, he can still talk to the city lord for a few words, then after the two hundred moves, the aftermath of the sword energy will cause the young man to be shaken all over.
Just because he was unable to react in an instant, a bloodstain like a chasm appeared on Yun Zhong's body.
The two are not in the same realm to begin with. The attacking side has sword energy that comes out of the body, while the defensive side is a mortal body. Only the tenacity of the ancient sword can barely save their lives. You can naturally imagine what the situation will be like.
That night, the young man used his original fierceness in chopping firewood to the fullest, and inflicted dozens of horrific injuries on his body that were deep enough to the bones. Only then did he finish the Three Hundred Swordsmanship.
And at this moment, the old man said again for no reason, you are indeed a young man who is somewhat interesting and has good abilities, but I have to tell you something. After three hundred swords, the sword energy will double in strength.
Yunzhong's eyes suddenly turned dark.
The old city lord, who was originally quite kind in his eyes, became hateful for no reason. This old man was probably not going to put him to death.
"You have to endure a thousand hardships before you can master the art of swordsmanship. This is also a wise saying made by the swordsman. I think I did chat with him for many hours and spent a lot of oil candles." The old man smiled, His face was covered with wrinkles, like an old chrysanthemum. "However, after many years, I feel that this is the only sentence that can barely be regarded as human speech."
The young man had long since stopped listening.
Just because of the sword marks on the wall, it was rolling like a silver dragon.
The old man stood up and no longer looked at the miserable appearance of the young man in the scene. Instead, he walked straight to the back hall.
The back hall is extremely wide, even dozens of steps wider than the main hall. However, the furnishings and layout are much more elaborate than the main hall: from jade curtain cages to gilt animal furnaces, everything is available, and even the floor is paved with nephrite. The incense stand is set high, and there are countless snacks and fruits displayed in the mourning hall. They are of vivid color and must have been replaced not long ago.
The old man walked to the mourning hall, but did not look at the rows placed in the middle. He picked up a jar of good wine from the ground, opened the mud seal, and slowly opened his mouth.
Then the wine in the urn turned into a silver thread and went straight into his throat.
"You are poor and stubborn. You didn't have any decent clothes until you left. Is it possible that the brocade clothes I gave you have evil spirits on them? It would be more honorable to wear them out and compete with others."
"Forget it, just go. There is no immortal turtle in this world for thousands of years. We regard wealth as life, and if we don't enjoy blessings in front of us, we will be decent after death." It was different when Tong and Yunzhong were talking. The tone at this time was more like that of an ordinary down-and-out ruffian in the market, not even the slightest bit like the lord of a city.
"I have lived a long life, but I don't have many close friends. At least I met a scoundrel like you, and I died within a few years." The old man was indeed a bit old, so much so that there were a few lines on his arms in his sleeves. Partially dry.
There was silence for a long time in front of the mourning hall.
"I don't have much time left. I thought to myself. I can't let you, the naughty one, lose my remaining mantle to me. I found a boy from outside. His level is so low. Hey, he really has the attitude you had when you were young. It’s better to let him try your way.”
"As for whether he can survive it, it all depends on his own understanding of nature."
"I beg you to escape from the world of mortals and survive until the light runs out."
After the four hundred and twelve sword qi blasts, the mansion felt as if a carp had rolled through it, with ravines everywhere.
For some reason, the sword marks on the wall no longer writhed like living things, and the sword energy also disappeared. In the main hall, it took a while for the young man to stand up with difficulty and look at himself.
Maybe it was because of the red robe, or maybe it was because of the continuous sword wounds. The young man didn't see the extent of his injuries for a while. He only felt that his whole body was cold, a bit colder than that time when he was soaked in the rain on Qingchai Road; the tiger's mouth was already gone. It was so shattered by the shock that the big tendons of the tiger's mouth were exposed, and through the tendons, the white bones could be seen. Blood and flesh splattered on the chest and abdomen, blooming like a lotus in the candlelight.
"It's a pity that the young man's realm is still too low."
The old man shook his head and was about to raise his hand to swing in the direction of the sword mark. No way, the young man's injuries were too serious. Now there are white bones in both hands, and the muscles and bones are broken. How can he hold the sword? Don't even talk about resisting such a fierce sword energy.
But the old man raised his hand over his shoulder, but stopped for no reason. He shook his head and sighed, "This kid is really good at it, but the lamp is out of oil. What he does is just drinking poison to quench his thirst. Why bother." The old man stuck three sticks of incense in the He was at the front of the queue, but he didn't light it with fire. "As people get older, their memory gets worse. I almost forgot that you hate incense the most, saying it's a girly thing."
"Look again, what if this young man becomes mature?"
Yun Zhong was indeed unwilling.
He has always been someone who doesn't want to suffer a loss, whether it's throwing snowballs with his classmates in school or asking for a copper coin from a street vendor when traveling around the world. Why should he suffer a loss if he can't?
If we stop here and the benefits mentioned by the old man are not tangible, wouldn't these four hundred swords be chopped in vain?
The young man tremblingly untied a piece of rope from his waist, cut the rope with the edge of his sword, slowly tied an ancient sword to his hand, tightened the rope buckle with his teeth, and forced himself up.
"Come."
In just one word, sword marks appeared on the wall, and the sword intent was even more intense than before.
It seemed that the sword mark had a spirit, and he was furious at the young man's move.
At the end of the powerful crossbow, he can't penetrate Lu Guan. He can only wrap the hilt of the sword around his hand. How dare he do this.
The sword energy came out all at once, even several feet away, blowing the young man's red robe with a buzzing sound, and he rushed straight to the door.
The young man closed his eyes at this moment.
At the critical moment of life and death, you will know the true principles of swordsmanship.
It turns out that before the sword is sent out, the sword intention has already risen into the sky.
Back in the Cage Forest, the immortal Taoist had lent him a bone hairpin, which contained so much sword intent that it could open all the meridians and orifices in his body. Therefore, he could perform the old dragon's qi-moving technique of spitting beads in his dream. .
A breath of divine energy can be exchanged for eighty-two swords, which doesn't seem like a loss.
The young man exhaled all the old dragon energy that had been warmed for several months. It was as if countless foggy mountain clouds were poured into the room out of thin air, which was so magical that it was indescribable.
The old man in the back hall was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"The boy is indeed ruthless, and he must have sensed the magic contained in that sword mark. This breath of divine energy must have been hard-earned, and it is not a loss in exchange for his pure sword mark."
"In this case, how can I let you go back empty-handed?"
The young man in red robes is flying in the field.
It should be noted that the red robe was originally white.
