"Oh? What agreement?" Wu Masheng suddenly became interested.
"At that time, he kept calling me master like an old guy..." I had long since lost my anger, and I couldn't help but smile on my face when I recalled it.
"He said to me at that time: If you can leave alive today and have the strength to surpass me in the future, then I can consider not screaming." After I finished speaking, I looked up at Wu Masheng.
"Haha, this sounds like what that kid said..." Wu Ma Sheng said he didn't care, but at this moment, when he recalled his younger brother, he still looked doting on him.
Why not? If you don't pamper me, how could you seek revenge on me and torture me like that? I shudder when I think about it.
"That old guy Gu Yang didn't teach you in vain..." Wu Masheng said suddenly.
"You..." I frowned and looked at him, really not understanding his intention.
"If your strength exceeds mine in the future, then I won't call you master." Wu Ma Sheng took over the agreement between his brother and me.
"I..." I really didn't expect that one day I would be moved by someone who once wanted to kill me. At this moment, I was stunned on the spot and almost couldn't help crying.
I inherited Wu Mayi's sword, and he inherited my agreement with Wu Mayi.
We were supposed to be enemies fighting to the death, but now the relationship between us has become very subtle.
No one explained it, but it was more touching than any promise.
"There will come a day." I said and clenched my fists.
"Then let's get started, don't waste time." Wu Masheng said and took a pose.
Wuma Shengjiao is very direct. Unlike Master Fang and his master, who also talk about some mental methods, his method can be said to be simple and crude.
"Call me when you can split this stone." Wu Masheng pointed to a stone in front of him that was almost as high as his knees.
"This is not easy." I said and walked over with the knife in hand.
"What are you doing?" I had just taken two steps when I was stopped by Wu Masheng.
"Crack rocks." I turned around and said in confusion.
"Stand in my position and chop." Wu Masheng frowned and pointed at his feet.
I looked back and forth several times, and I saw that he was at least ten meters away from the stone. Even my right-hand sword energy couldn't reach such a long distance.
"It's so far away, how can I chop it?" I looked at him with some embarrassment.
"Evil energy is easier to control than spiritual power, and it is more powerful and domineering." Wu Ma Sheng looked at me with a smile.
"You mean to release evil energy like I use my spiritual power to release sword energy?" I suddenly realized.
"You can be taught," Wu Masheng said with a smile, turned around and went to meditate.
Haitang was still helping everyone heal their injuries. After all, he had only taken some emergency measures to stabilize their injuries.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on me. I smiled awkwardly at them and raised the knife in my hand to look at it.
Putting down the knife, I looked at the stone in front of me again, gritted my teeth and came to the position designated by Wu Ma Sheng.
"Evil spirit... sword energy..." I closed my eyes and kept looking for a way in my mind.
"If you think about it a hundred times, it's better to do it once..." came Wu Masheng's lazy voice.
I turned around and saw that he was still meditating with his eyes closed.
When I turned back and stared ahead, I took a deep breath and raised the knife in my hand.
"Huh..." I used all my strength and swung the knife suddenly, making a burst of wind.
But the stone in the distance still stood there intact. I frowned and swung the knife again, but the result was still the same.
I turned to look at Wu Masheng, but this time he didn't give me any hint.
I had to grit my teeth and keep swinging the short knife in my hand, ten knives, a hundred knives...
Until my left arm began to swell and my whole arm began to tremble, but I still couldn't wave away a trace of evil spirit.
I lay on the ground in annoyance, panting heavily, frowning and wondering what went wrong.
"Brother, can you lend me some evil spirit?" I could only plead with Rakshasa.
"The hand is yours." Rakshasa responded to me immediately for the first time, but this sentence made me, the second-foot-long monk, confused.
"Did you fart?" Zhou Jiaonan's voice suddenly came from not far away.
I turned around and saw Zhou Jiaonan holding his nose and looking at Dahei, while the other three waved their hands in disgust.
"Woof woof..." Dahei immediately became unhappy and yelled at several people.
"Fart..." But Zhou Jiaonan's words suddenly woke me up.
"Release spiritual power, release evil energy..." These two sentences kept repeating in my mind.
When the old man Feng Shiyi was dealing with Wu Ma Sheng, a big hand suddenly appeared in the air, grabbing Wu Ma Sheng and beating him to death.
The old man told us that it was the highest level of spiritual power control, and it was so many levels higher than my sword energy.
And the old man's move is "revealing spiritual power".
It's just that my current spiritual power is difficult to even support the sword energy. Even at a distance of seven or eight meters, I have to be in the best condition to swing the sword energy three times, let alone the astonishing operation of releasing my spiritual power. .
But evil spirits are different. This does not require any practice on my part. The Rakshasa in my body is the source of evil spirits.
Moreover, evil spirit is different from spiritual power. Every time it is overused, it takes a certain amount of time to recover. This evil spirit is just like expelling turbid air from the body, which is similar to farting.
Thinking of this, I immediately stood up and recalled the feeling when I used my left hand to fight against the enemy, but now I applied this feeling to this "Soul-Slaying Sword".
"Hey..." I concentrated my energy, growled and swung the knife.
The soul-killing sword immediately erupted into a phantom, which looked like a steel sword magnified several times. The tail of the sword shadow even tore the ground.
In fact, this sword shadow has almost the same effect as the sword energy I used to chop with my right hand using my spiritual power, but it is more domineering and looks more powerful than my sword energy, and the sword shadow is black.
"Crash..." While I was still dazed, the stone in front of me had exploded, and debris fell everywhere. I quickly raised my knife to block it.
"Holy shit..." came Heizi's exclamation.
"Master..." I excitedly turned to look at Wu Masheng, and the word "master" almost came out of my mouth.
I don’t know whether it was out of emotion or missing the master. If the master saw the power of my sword, he would probably laugh.
"I succeeded..." I quickly reorganized my words to Wu Masheng.
"You call this success?" Wu Masheng opened his eyes and looked at me with disdain.
"Didn't you mean to split the stone?" I looked at him with some frustration.
"Yes, it means splitting, not exploding." Wu Masheng retorted with his eyes widened.
"Split it? You mean split it evenly like wood?" I looked at him in surprise.
"Of course, if you can't control this evil spirit, you won't be able to learn my evil-breaking sword technique at all." Wu Ma Sheng said simply, but the key point is the word control.
When my sword energy comes out, it is impossible to split the object evenly like a blade passing through it. Anyway, there will be some gaps in the cross section.
But what Wu Masheng meant at this moment was to let me leave a smooth and flat cut surface on the object like chopping vegetables. This was too difficult.
"I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap. I'll leave at dawn. If you still can't do it, then you have no fate with this evil-breaking sword technique." Wu Masheng said and found a relatively dry big stone and directly Lie down.
I turned to look at the crowd, who all raised their fists to cheer me on. I nodded vigorously towards them and raised my knife to face the stone again.
This time, I switched to a slightly smaller target.
"Control...control..." I kept chanting these two words silently in my heart.
But it is easier said than done.
I looked at the large and small gravels in front of me, then at the people who had fallen asleep, and then raised my hand to look at the time. I was so stressed that I couldn't breathe.
I knew Wu Masheng was definitely not lying to me, because I could clearly see the power of this evil spirit.
I don't want to be pressed to the ground and rubbed by the enemy anymore. It can improve my strength by several levels. I am bound to get this evil-breaking sword technique.
I took a sip of water and closed my eyes to meditate, thinking back to the hundreds of knives I had struck before, and I kept peeking at the shadow of the evil knife in my memory.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I suddenly opened my eyes and swung a knife at the stone ten meters away.
A thin black knife shadow whizzed towards the stone with the sound of breaking wind.
I stood nervously, maintaining the posture of wielding the knife, watching the black knife shadow pass through the stone, but the stone remained motionless.
"Click..." Just when I was annoyed, the stone in front of me suddenly cracked.
