There is no limitless majestic spirit and a transcendent state of mind like "connecting with gods and destroying immortals".
I am determined not to be able to use this kind of swordsmanship!
This is the end of the victory dance.
Ling Zhen's mysterious figure, like the ethereal figure of a banished immortal from heaven, gradually slowed down.
The dazzling green sword light slowly disappeared, dissipating little by little until it disappeared.
The green-robed "Tianwai Ke" holding a sword in one hand raised his chest and floated down. His feet touched the ground again and stood firmly.
After reading this set of Victory Sword Techniques, Qiu Jin was greatly moved, amazed, and filled with deep admiration from the bottom of his heart.
He was always straightforward and frank, so he walked towards him very excitedly, his eyes were shining with brilliance, and he couldn't wait to praise: "Only someone with such magical skills can be worthy of being called an 'immortal'! I can't imagine the world outside." , there is such a superb swordsmanship, and there is such an unparalleled swordsman..."
Only sword immortals have real sword skills.
Ling Zhen, the true swordsman.
But countless sword cultivators here are ashamed of themselves. If Ruo Diwa first sees the sky, the sun shines brightly in all directions!
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Facing Qiu Jin's endless praise, Ling Zhen returned the "Open Heaven Gate" with a smile, and said modestly: "Brother Qiu, you praise me too much. No matter how wonderful and advanced the sword moves are, the cultivation level is insufficient and the foundation is insufficient." If it is not deep and the killing power of the sword is not strong enough, it will not be able to open the gate of heaven and become a heavenly being."
Qiu Jin took the jet black sword and put the sharp blade back into the sheath hanging on his back. He was obviously shocked just now and said from the bottom of his heart: "With such superb skills, it is not possible to cross the dangerous pass of Tianmen." Sooner or later?"
Suddenly, Qiu Jin asked curiously, "By the way, how old are you this year? You look very young."
Ling Zhen smiled indifferently, naturally not hiding anything, "I am twenty-three years old this year, less than twenty-four. I wonder how old Brother Qiu is?"
Qiu Jin laughed, patted Ling Zhen on the shoulder, and sighed with a smile: "Brother Ling is almost six years younger than me, but in terms of swordsmanship, he is still above me. It is true that the wave behind pushes the wave ahead, and the wave ahead dies on the beach. Come on! What kind of swordsman do I, Qiujin, call myself? It pales in comparison and I am ashamed of myself! Alas, if there were not some grievances that required me to go and settle them one by one, I really want to destroy my muscles and never practice swords again. You’ve already lost all your face by practicing, so why do you still practice like shit?”
Ling Zhen knew that this man named Qiu was a wild and unrestrained person, so these words were definitely a joke, so he didn't take them seriously.
Ling Zhen smiled lightly in response, and continued: "In the outside world, in addition to swordsmanship, you also need to refine at least one natal sword... that is, a flying sword stored in the orifice, before you can be called a swordsman. ."
Qiu Jin thought for a while, then raised the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, almost twenty wisps of subtle sword aura flew out from the palms of his hands.
Those "flying swords" that were floating in the air just stood still, obediently staying around Qiu Jin's body, allowing them to be manipulated.
Ling Zhen opened his eyes wide, "There are so many flying swords?!"
"There is a 'Lingshu Sword Box' in my body, which contains the Eight Swords of the Strange Scripture and the Twelve Swords of the True Scripture, which are the secret techniques of swordsmanship passed down by my former mentor Duanmu Longgu."
Qiu Jin asked confidently, "I wonder if the sword energy hidden in the body and connected to the meridians and acupoints can be regarded as sword cultivation?"
Ling Zhen looked at the flying swords lingering around Brother Qiu's body. The swords were all extremely sharp. Although they remained in this peaceful state at this moment, they seemed to be extremely docile.
But no matter who it is, as long as they take a closer look, they will know that these twenty sharp sword energies swept out from the "sword box", once they are used in actual combat, there is no doubt that they will be able to cause huge damage to the opponent in one fell swoop. Damage, extremely lethal!
Ling Zhen couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and said sincerely and sincerely: "Forget it, of course forget it! With such an immortal's creation method, he can control twenty flying swords to kill the enemy in one go. He will be invincible in battle. If you do this They can’t even be considered sword cultivators. Where are there any kendo cultivators out there in the world? They are not sword cultivators, but the supreme immortals in the kendo field!”
Qiu Jin's face was complicated, as if he was hesitant to speak, and his smile was slightly stiff.
Thinking back to those days, I easily learned the sword technique named after "Lingshu" by virtue of my extremely high level of cultivation qualifications. I was once loved and praised sincerely by Duanmu Longgu, the master of the Howling Cave of the Ghostly Crying Mountain, as my master. One sentence: "Be a member of the fairy family".
At that time, he was not yet twenty years old, young and energetic, with a rather unruly and conceited temperament, much crazier than he is now.
He believes that with the so-called immortal talent and the protection of twenty swords, not to mention sweeping the martial arts world and leveling the world, in a few years, he will most likely be able to connect with the "Sword Master" Dugu Shisan. There is no need to take it seriously...
Later.
After seeing the vastness of the world, I realized that when I was a teenager, my vision was too narrow and short-sighted.
It's really as funny as a frog in a well.
After the failure of Kaitian ten years ago, the eternal spirit in Qiu Jin's chest was almost exhausted.
I have become a little repelled by compliments that I used to love to hear and that were very pleasing to my ears. I no longer like hearing people praise me.
Some words are annoying and no longer reach my ears.
Because I heard too much, it was piled up and blocked.
Sometimes you have been floating in the clouds for a long time, feeling like a god from high above. When you fall down completely, the pain will be particularly severe, bone-piercing, and heart-breaking!
Seeing Qiu Jin's expression suddenly awkward, Ling Zhen felt a little confused, paused for a moment, and then said: "I only have two natal swords, and they are much inferior to Brother Qiu. There is a huge difference between clouds and mud, and a world of difference." …”
"Okay, okay, Brother Ling, there's no need to say more."
Qiu Jin could no longer listen anymore. He withdrew twenty rays of tiny sword energy into his body, twitched the corner of his mouth, and took the initiative to change the topic. He waved his hand, "You know, Brother Ling, in fact, I was lucky enough to be among the A first-grade Supreme Realm."
Ling Zhen's pupils dilated, and he said "Oh" with a rising tone in slight surprise. Just when he was about to say some more words of praise, he was interrupted by Qiu Jin's timely words.
Qiu Jin's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he looked solemn. He let out a long sigh and said sadly: "Oh, it's just that I couldn't hold on to that realm, and lost the supreme realm of 'half a man of heaven'. Kunlun Mountain After the incident, my knowledge of swordsmanship and my state of mind plummeted, so it’s a pity that everything is over!”
Ling Zhen tried to comfort him, but unexpectedly he was blocked again. Qiu Jin continued: "After the tragic 'defeat' that was known to the world ten years ago, Kaitian, who worked so hard, failed in the end. I lose." I lost everything, and overnight, I became a coward who was criticized by thousands of people, the most deserving of being hated and spurned, a bastard in the world. My cultivation level was ruined, my sword heart was shattered, and I fell from the peak to the fourth level of Ning in one breath. True Realm... After ten years of seclusion and hard training, I have now recovered to the cultivation level of the second-level Xuanmen Realm. If nothing else, I am roughly at the same level as you, brother Ling."
Hearing this, Ling Zhen clasped his fists and said, "It is truly an honor to be in the same realm as Brother Qiu!"
