Chapter 238: Special Sword
Since entering the Demon Hunting Academy and undergoing systematic study, Feng has roughly understood the training system of this game. Although this Xuanyuan Sword Technique is indeed the sword technique of the Xuanyuan family, it is just a set of "move diagrams". Without the corresponding "meridian and acupuncture point diagrams" to match it, the true power of these moves cannot be exerted at all.
Xiaochao: "I know, it's just that there is no corresponding inner strength and mental method. Just find a way to do it."
Feng looked Xiao Chao up and down and said jokingly: "You have such a loud tone, who gave you the courage?"
"Hehe, just wait for my good news." Xiaochao smiled humorously and quickly "copied" the book. After the "copying" was completed, Xiao Chao returned the Xuanyuan Sword Technique book intact to Feng.
Feng took over Xuanyuan's sword skills and said seriously: "Allow me to be more verbose. When you use these sword moves in the future, you must be careful not to be discovered by the Xuanyuan family."
"I understand, let's go." After Xiao Chao finished speaking, he left with a smile.
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Watching Xiao Chao leave, Feng sighed helplessly, and then prepared to continue looking for the weapon he wanted in the sword tomb.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, and he didn't know how many swords he had challenged. He had never encountered the sword he wanted. Although he was lucky enough to encounter seven-level swords twice, their attributes were not consistent with his own.
Along the way, he met many players:
Some are laughing; some are depressed; some are distressed; some are having fun; some...
He also felt a little tired, so he was going to find a place to meditate and rest.
"This is a nice big tree." He looked at the tree in front of him, then looked left and right, and after making sure there were no other players nearby, he began to climb up slowly.
Soon, Feng was meditating on a big tree more than 20 meters above the ground.
Currently, his internal energy level is at the beginning of the seventh level, and he has begun to practice the third level of the "Blood Sword Meridian", impacting the acupuncture points on both arms. Although there are fewer acupuncture points on the arms than on the internal organs, the difficulty of impact is doubled.
As for the physical realm, he has already reached the pinnacle of the eighth level, and only has the final opportunity to break through to the seventh level. But this kind of opportunity is hard to come by, and he is helpless.
Looking at the mist-shrouded valley, he suddenly decided to sort out the resources and props in his "inner armor" so that they could be used rationally in the future.
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Weapons: seventh-grade sword, eighth-grade sword, eighth-grade spear, and other miscellaneous items;
Armor: a set of eighth-grade medium and low-level armor, as well as other spare armor;
Pets: Xiao Jin (Dragon Eagle) and Xiao Huang (Tiger);
Mount: No high-level mount has been obtained yet;
Props: heaven and earth spiritual objects of various attributes, demon pills and magic pills of various attributes, as well as various refined irons and black stones, etc.;
Special props: Demon King’s head;
Training props: mist beads, dragon protection order;
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After sorting it out, Feng left the tree and continued his "journey to find the sword."
This is a dense forest with all kinds of flowers blooming in it, and there are many small animals traveling in the forest.
In every corner of the woods, swords of various styles can be seen everywhere. They are stuck upside down on the ground in a disorderly manner, as if they are waiting for their masters to come.
After walking into the woods, he began to "select" these swords again.
One handful, two handfuls, three handfuls...
He didn't know which sword it was, but he still followed the normal procedure, first holding the sword hilt, and then using his internal force. I thought I would enter the martial arts arena immediately, but unexpectedly, there was an episode this time. More than a full minute had passed, and the sword in his hand still did not respond.
"Is it because my posture of holding the sword hilt is wrong?" Faced with this change, he withdrew his right hand with doubts. Then, he adjusted his posture, and then stretched out his right hand again to hold the hilt of the sword.
This time the scene changed very quickly. In just a few seconds, he came to the familiar martial arts arena again. The opponent opposite him still had an ordinary sword.
There were no words from either side, and the battle quickly began.
This battle was not difficult, and the ending was no surprise. He defeated the opponent's "sword" with an absolute advantage.
Facing the victory in the battle, he felt no emotion in his heart, nor any joy on his face, because the system prompt he received was: this sword is just an ordinary ninth-grade sword.
He was very troubled and ordinary about such a result, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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He released his right hand from holding the hilt of the sword, and then turned around to move on to the next sword and the next battle.
But after walking only a few steps, he stopped.
Maybe it was because he was hot-headed, or maybe it was just a whim, but an interesting idea suddenly flashed into his head.
The idea is very simple, just use the same posture you held the sword in for the first time, and then hold the hilt of the sword again to see if there is no response at all like the first time.
Just do it, he returned to the original position, carefully adjusted his posture, and after confirming again, stretched out his right hand again, and once again held the hilt of the sword firmly in his hand.
In about ten seconds, he came to the martial arts arena again.
"It's rare that you didn't hold it for the first time?" He shook his head, unable to know the answer.
Looking at the sword thrust towards him, he could only draw out his sword and start fighting.
"Bang bang bang" This battle was fierce, but the outcome of the battle was not in any suspense. He still won easily.
After winning this time, he got a very exciting news: because the system prompt was actually an eighth-grade sword. This result is completely different from the ninth-grade sword that was obtained for the first time. It can be said that it is completely different.
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In fact, it is not that he has never challenged the same sword twice, three times, or even more times, but no matter how many times he challenges it, the result is the same, without exception.
And he has been keeping in touch with other players. The players' ideas and methods are diverse: holding with the left hand, holding with the right hand, squatting, standing, crawling, half squatting, inverted holding; Once, twice, three times...
After various attempts, in the end no one could find the pattern of this activity.
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"With the same sword, two results are obtained, which means that this sword must be an extremely special sword." He was ready to start in-depth research on this special sword.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand again, holding the hilt of the sword, ready to start the third battle.
After winning the third battle, the result changed again: the system prompt turned out to be a rare seventh-grade sword. But unfortunately, the properties of the sword are not suitable for him.
At this time, although he was a little disappointed, he was full of hope.
He believes that next time, and the next time..., there will definitely be a seventh-grade sword with the attributes of gold or fire.
So he continued to hold the sword.
After the battle, the attribute changed to water attribute again.
After holding the sword again and winning again, the attribute became wood attribute again.
Keep holding the sword, holding the sword, holding the sword.
The grade of this sword changes irregularly between seven, eight, and nine, and its attributes also change irregularly between wood, water, and earth.
Maybe this sword is already at odds with him, but there is no seventh-grade golden sword or seventh-grade fire sword.
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After twenty or thirty battles, he had to make a choice, either to leave and search again; or to choose this strange sword, which was a seventh-grade sword but did not have the attributes he needed.
It's almost noon now. If we leave now, we still have a day and a half to continue searching.
The choice is contradictory, cruel and helpless.
Feng sat next to the sword and thought for a long time.
Finally, he suddenly figured out something: He was obviously a swordsman, so why should he pursue perfection in swordsmanship? Do you have to find a sword with metal and fire attributes before you can give up?
Thinking about his brother Xiaochao, he was already very happy just to get an eighth-grade sword, but he has already found a seventh-grade sword, but he can also choose among three attributes. Why is he still like this? That kind of confusion?
Suddenly it dawned on him.
In this world, perfection does not exist in many things. Why should I be so persistent?
So, he no longer hesitated, stretched out his right hand, and prepared to draw the sword.
Just when he was about to pull out the sword, the scene suddenly changed.
He came to the familiar martial arts arena again, but the opponent opposite him was not a sword, but a man in white holding a sword.
"Want to draw the sword? Let's see if you have the qualifications." The man in white raised his sword and charged towards him.
At this moment, he was a little confused, because according to the information he had received before, he should be able to draw the sword directly after the victory.
Facing the menacing man in white, he had no time to think, so he could only kill him with his sword.
After dozens of moves, there was no winner between the two sides.
"Not bad, come again." The man in white continued to kill.
After dozens of moves, Feng still failed to defeat the opponent, and he had not even found the opponent's weakness, because the opponent was much better than him in terms of attack speed and attack power.
"Give up, you are no match for me." The man in white shouted at him.
Feng remained silent and raised his sword in response.
Another dozen moves passed.
"Give up, I won't hold back anymore." The man in white shouted to him again.
Feng remained silent and raised his sword again in response.
After dozens more moves, Feng began to get injured.
"Continue." Without waiting for the opponent to speak, Feng took the initiative to challenge.
After dozens of more moves, Feng's whole body was covered with bruises. What was even worse was that his internal strength had bottomed out.
"Continue." Feng asked to fight again.
It's a pity, it's a pity. Although he tried his best, he was still no match for the man in white. He was eventually knocked to the ground and withdrew from the martial arts arena.
After exiting the martial arts arena, his game character returned to the sword tomb, still holding the sword in his right hand.
"Brother, how about that sword?" At this time, a voice came from his ear.
"Hey, it's a ninth-grade rubbish sword." Feng pretended to complain, then let go of his hand, and then started looking for the next sword as if nothing had happened.
"Really? I'll give it a try too." The other party didn't believe what he said at all. He walked over and stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword directly.
Soon, both the opponent and the sword disappeared in front of his eyes.
Feng knew that the two of them had gone to the mysterious martial arts arena.
Looking at the disappearing sword and man, Feng did not leave, but quietly waited next to another sword nearby.
About a minute or two later, the opponent and the sword appeared at the sword tomb again.
Feng pretended to take back his right hand, pretending that he had just experienced a battle.
"What sword is that?" the other party asked him again.
"It's still garbage ninth grade." Feng replied.
"It seems that this deep forest is not suitable." After the other party finished speaking, he left here without looking back.
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