In the trial chamber, Cheng Ling's face was pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks. A feeling of weakness came from his soul to his body, making it difficult for him to even stand, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground.
The sword strike just now almost consumed all his true energy, physical strength, and mental strength. His body and vitality were fine, and he was gradually recovering, but there were waves of weakness in his soul, and there were bursts of tingling pain, as if he was overusing his brain.
That sword successfully condensed the power of the sword into the sword and released it, and the attack power was earth-shattering. But such a killing move can only be used once during the battle against the enemy. After using it up, one's own energy and energy are exhausted, leaving no room for resistance.
This kind of swordsmanship is still far inferior to that used by swordsmen. How can one condense the sword power like a swordsman, increase the power of the sword, and at the same time control the intensity of the sword power output?
After thinking hard, I didn't even look at the rewards for passing the level. I was immersed in the feeling of hitting that sword.
Under the huge pressure and crisis situation of the swordsman, his potential is fully stimulated, releasing a sword that he cannot usually use at all, surpassing his own limits.
But now, it is necessary to seize that moment of spiritual light, release that incredible sword again, and then master this sword.
"Sword power is invisible and colorless, invisible and intangible, but it is a reflection of a swordsman's profound understanding of swordsmanship and the unity of his own spirit, energy and spirit, as condensed as a sword."
"Exerting sword power not only consumes real energy, but also physical and mental power. You can feel the essence and spirit condensing together to form the flow of the sword power. However, when you want to condense the sword power into the sword in your hand, it seems to be blocked by something. , cannot be achieved!”
An hour later, his physical strength and true energy were restored. He stood up, and there was an aura all over his body that was completely condensed, and his spirit, energy, and spirit were completely integrated, and he could send and receive it freely.
After a period of understanding, although I still haven’t fully understood how to focus the sword power on the sword and release it to form a powerful attack, I have become much more proficient in controlling the sword power, and I have made a big step forward from the entry level. step.
Just this is not enough. If you can't reach the point where you can do whatever you want, you can't use that sword skillfully. And the way of using it needs to be changed. It is not released all at once, but part of it is released to increase the power of the sword technique.
Now, it is only the first level of Tiandaoguan. The condensed swordsmen have such means. If they cannot master it skillfully, they may be defeated or even obliterated in the second level.
"Pressure, I need enough pressure! Only under strong pressure can I stimulate my potential, strike that sword again, and gain more insights from it!"
"The true energy and physical strength have been restored, and only the mental strength is left, so hurry up."
He took out two pills from the ring and swallowed them without hesitation. Those two pills are called Fushen Pill, which is a kind of pill that restores mental energy consumption. It is very expensive and extremely rare. Before Cheng Ling came to the secret realm of Sword Tomb, he only purchased ten pieces.
With his mental strength, it would take two to return to his peak state. In other words, Cheng Ling only had five such opportunities. Once the elixir was exhausted, he could only rely on time to recover.
In the secret trial realm, if you defeat the swordsman in the level, if you don't get the reward, you can delay it for a while. But this time is also limited. If you don't get the reward within five hours, the swordsman will automatically transform and the reward will disappear.
Therefore, relying on the accumulation of time to restore mental strength is completely insufficient, and one can only rely on the power of elixirs.
The medicinal power of the Restoring Pill was slowly absorbed. After two hours, the medicinal power was digested and the mental power returned to its peak state.
He didn't even look at the reward item carefully. It just looked like a kind of material, so he took it off directly and put it in the ring, fully alert to the transformed swordsman.
But soon, his expression changed, and the swordsman he transformed into was not one, but two! This time, the pressure is even greater. Fortunately, the aura strength is the same as before, both at the five-star sword master level. If the strength improves again, there is no need to fight, just admit defeat and give up the challenge.
His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the hand holding the Pure Yuan Sword was trembling slightly. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling. Unexpectedly, facing such a situation, he felt excited. Why didn't he usually realize his warlike potential?
The swordsman's body solidified, and two extremely strong pressures came over him. Cheng Ling went up to him. He didn't want to admit defeat, so he faced him. The brave man wins when they meet on a narrow road. As long as he dares to show his sword, there is a glimmer of hope.
The pressure of the two swords was like a strong wind, like a heavy rain, like a mountain overturned, like a lake and sea churning. Cheng Ling was like a small boat in a storm on the ocean. With the ups and downs of the huge waves, he could only try his best to stabilize his body and prevent it from capsizing.
In my mind, the speed of swordsmanship fusion increased exponentially. Soon, it increased from the original 30% to 40%, and inspiration burst out in the application of sword power.
Sensing the swordsman's swordsmanship and observing their skills in using each sword, gradually, the essence of the previous sword flashed in his mind.
With a subconscious thought, the essence, energy and spirit were unified, and the sword power gathered like a sword, fighting against the powerful momentum coming from the suppression.
As if aware of Cheng Ling's resistance, the oppressive sword force became even more violent, like the roar of thunder, and the increasingly intense pressure invaded, shocking the world.
The huge pressure put Cheng Ling into a strange state, as if he had returned to the first level to face the terrifying swordsman, and was about to be suppressed by the sword's power, never to stand up.
It was purely instinctive. He struck out with the Pure Yuan Sword in his hand, and his own energy and spirit surged toward the sword like water. There were two swordsmen on the other side, and he had to suppress the incoming energy, but under that feeling, his ability to suppress was greatly weakened.
An invisible but extremely powerful edge condensed and slashed out, taking away at least 50% of the energy and spirit, and blasted towards the swordsman on the left.
There was a loud rumble, and a vacuum was pierced through countless strong winds. The surrounding airflows stopped one after another. The vacuum rushed towards the swordsman on the left at lightning speed. In an instant, the opponent's body was completely reduced to powder.
This sword hit the swordsman's flaw, and the power it produced was greater than the one in the first level. The moment I realized how to hold on to this sword, I felt tired. The remaining swordsmen must be killed as soon as possible, otherwise, 50% of the strength will be consumed and it will be impossible to resist.
The second sword struck out, completely integrating the remaining energy and spirit into it. One of the two swordsmen suddenly died, and the joint strength was broken. The flaw was instantly revealed, and another targeted sword was struck. The remaining swordsman followed in the footsteps of the previous one.
As if all his strength had been exhausted, he could no longer stand. His knees softened and he knelt down on one leg. The Pure Yuan Sword supported his body and prevented him from falling. His eyes were bursting with dazzling light.
"So that's it, I finally understand..." Heartfelt joy surged into my heart, and with two consecutive sword strikes, I successfully condensed the sword power into the sword in my hand, turning it into an endless powerful edge to kill.
The experience with these two swords is really valuable. He hurriedly grabbed two God-Reviving Pills, took out a True Yuan Fruit, and recovered with all his strength.
The success of the two swords is not enough. We need to realize it again and strive to reach the level of the swordsman.
To that extent, every sword has a bonus effect.
Two hours later, the recovery was completed, the rewards for passing the level were obtained, and the swordsman arrived!
In the third level, the difficulty increases again. In the central area, four illusory figures began to transform.
Cheng Ling was shocked. The four swordsmen could not be resisted now. I can't say anything, I just have to make the first move.
Without any hesitation, he held the True Yuan Fruit in his left hand and poured the True Yuan into the Pure Yuan Sword with his right hand. Just a second before the swordsman's body solidified, the killing move was brewed, like a flash of lightning, passing through the dazzling light and bombarding him in a straight line.
"God's thunder!"
Combining 40% of the essence of swordsmanship, the power of the divine thunderbolt was unsynchronized and passed through the first swordsman in an instant. The subsequent power had not dissipated and continued to hit the second swordsman.
The first swordsman was shot away as soon as he transformed into shape; the second swordsman was also beaten to the point where only half of his body was left, with little fighting power left.
Cheng Ling hurriedly began to absorb the energy of the True Yuan Fruit, used his body skills, and fought with the remaining two swordsmen.
This time, he used a trick. He took advantage of the gap in the swordsman's solid body to attack and gain an advantage. The difficulty of passing the level was reduced by half.
However, the remaining two swordsmen are not vegetarians, and they also have to face strong pressure. He could only try his best to recall the two swords in the second level, integrate his consciousness into them, and understand the application of the sword's power.
After a long time, I finally found that feeling again, and suppressed the energy and spirit of the fight. I only used one-third of my strength to kill the third swordsman, leaving the last swordsman. After a little fighting, Kill it with a quarter of the force!
This time, Cheng Ling didn't feel any strong feeling of weakness. He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the two swords just now. The feeling was like a fog, but it seemed a little clearer than before. It's just not enough, there are still some that are shrouded, and they can't figure out the direction.
An hour later, the fog reduced a little, and he struck out with a sword. This time, it dropped to one-tenth. I closed my eyes again and realized that after half an hour, it had dropped to one-fiftieth.
"Not enough, not enough! Even if it is one-fiftieth, the consumption is still huge, and if it cannot be used skillfully, it is in vain. We must ensure that every sword incorporates essence, energy, and spirit into it, and the strength of the fusion must be reduced to a minimum!"
After another half an hour, it was reduced to one percent. Unfortunately, the second time the sword was drawn, it failed to fuse. He closed his eyes again and thought hard, carefully considering every step. From the fusion of essence, energy and spirit to the process of injecting into the long sword, the speed of delivery plays back in my mind like a movie.
Five hours were coming. Before the last quarter of an hour, Cheng Ling suddenly opened his eyes and struck out with his sword. This sword is as light as white clouds passing by, and the breeze is blowing, but the destructive power it can produce is astonishing. The sword light was like a sharp blade, cutting the air and space in half!
"One in 500 is finally beginning to take shape. Unfortunately, there is too little time, so we can only use it first and learn more about it later."
Opening his eyes, he was about to get the reward, but when he looked, the circular aperture did not appear. I wonder, what's going on? The five hours have not yet come, and the swordsman has not yet transformed. Where is the reward? Where did the reward go? Was he tricked by that elf?
ps: The superior leader was so busy inspecting that there was smoke coming out of his feet. The time for coding has been greatly reduced, so I can only say sorry to all the book friends. Only one chapter was released yesterday, but I had to grab it before 12 o'clock. But please rest assured, I will try my best to maintain it and try to write more! Shamelessly ask for monthly tickets and rewards, you are my food and clothing parents!
