Since ancient times, chivalrous men often wore swords because the swords were powerful.
Sword Qi is easy to understand. It is the advancement of swordsmanship in the field of swordsmanship. Different sword moves will have different Qi routes, and the true Qi will generate sword Qi through these Qi routes.
The sword intention is the sword cultivator's understanding and resonance of the way of swordsmanship. It seems more ethereal, but in fact it reaches directly to the true nature of the way of swordsmanship.
Not everyone's sword can understand and possess the meaning of the sword.
Mu Qing, who was hiding in the dark, narrowed his eyes when he looked at Geng Jian's silent sword strike, which was not majestic but silent. It was Geng Jian who made Mu Qing appreciate the true power of swordsmanship for the first time. And now she is practicing the Lihuo Sword Technique and has already mastered the art of swordsmanship. She has developed the sword energy Lihuo, but she cannot possess the sword intention that resonates with the way of swordsmanship.
Ye Yun has said that for a sword cultivator, sword intention is not just a matter of book business. When a sword cultivator wants to understand the true meaning of the sword, talent and opportunity are indispensable.
Ye Yun then told the story of how she understood the meaning of the Lihuo Sword. It was a climb up after leaving home, and she saw the vast sky and the setting sun burning the clouds. She had words in her heart but did not say them out, so she used a sword. Then he understood the meaning of the sword.
Mu Qing could only respond with a slight smile at that time.
Many people who travel around the world dare to call themselves sword cultivators after wearing a sword. Mu Qing is too embarrassed to call himself a swordsman.
After leaving Jinguan City, Mu Qing was wary of Wang Yeqing's sword practice from the beginning. Later, he practiced swords openly whenever he had free time. He dare not say that he practiced ten thousand swords, but it was at least a thousand.
Probably because his true energy is not naturally repelled by the Lihuo Sword Technique, or he has not yet broken through to the spiritual realm, so he practiced smoothly at first. Most of the sword moves in the Lihuo Sword Technique can generate sword energy, but until now , the sword energy that was born from the fire and the sword intention that resonates with the way of the sword can't be seen yet.
Mu Qing could feel that Geng Jian's sword was off-center. It lost the shock that when it was used on him, the sword energy and sword intention blended into one and suddenly disappeared and then appeared again.
However, the sword intent of this sword is much higher than before.
Geng Jianzhi has been warming up his sword spirit since the last time he was accidentally poisoned by a young boy.
Murong Xing knew about this, so when Geng Jian just had a rough fight with Zhang Shaoyao and then slowed down for a while, Murong Xing understood that Geng Jian also didn't use his full strength.
This was because he knew the art of fetal breathing but did not openly expose it and put him in danger. It was also because he wanted to leave the sword that was so warm and full of energy in the hands of the kid who made him suffer.
The sword is different from the sword spirit. How can it be matched with the Kongji sword spirit?
Geng Jian gave his answer.
Cutting through the thick fog, what was shot towards Huaifenghua was an ordinary iron sword visible on the ground. The golden opportunity to seriously injure Murong Xing was blocked. Huaifenghua had a sullen expression on his face. He twisted his wrist and actually used the sword in his hand to hit him. Aiming at the direction in which the iron sword was coming, the sword tip to sword tip made a "chi" sound like falling snow and rolling oil. The iron sword without zhenqi began to break into pieces from the tip of the sword, shooting like a bolide. Into the thick fog waiting in the distance.
But Huaifenghua's expression was not relaxed at all. Instead, for the first time, she looked extremely cautious.
If it was just an ordinary iron sword flying towards her, Huaifenghua would not stop even pursuing Murong Xing. At first, she felt an empty but huge sword intent. How could that sword intent suddenly disappear?
Sure enough, after the iron sword turned into red iron filings and shot out, the huge sword intent jumped out and suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it had condensed into a thread and flashed behind Huaifenghua.
The sword intention is invisible, but because it is condensed into a thread, it has a visible outline in the thick fog. It is like a wooden shuttle used by a weaver girl to weave cloth. The two ends are as thin as needles, and the middle part with the strongest sword intention has Perfect arc.
Only then did Huaifenghua feel that the sword intent appeared behind her, and after the shuttle formed by the sword intent jumped through space again, it was already less than an inch away from Huaifenghua's heart.
From the moment the iron sword shattered to the moment the sword spirit jumped to the back twice, it didn't even take a blink of an eye. At this time, it was impossible to move sideways to avoid this attack. Huaifenghua bit her silver teeth, and a burst of energy burst out from her lower back. Her meridians were sore, numb, and painful, and she used 12% of her strength to bend her elbow and close the sword very quickly before flying forward. The sword forged from the rare stone in the valley in her hand seemed to have the weight of ten thousand kilograms and the speed of a meteorite falling to the ground at the same time. He actually dragged her forward.
The next moment, the sword intent flying shuttle that should have stabbed the back of the heart passed through Huaifenghua's left shoulder, bringing out a large amount of blood. Huaifenghua was still castrated, but at such a critical moment of life and death, that is, After dodging this fatal blow, he continued to stab Murong Xing in front.
Murong Xing turned around and happened to see this wonderful scene. Although Huaifenghua was stabbing him, his eyes were still bright and he praised sincerely: "What a sword!"
At the same time, he forgot to reach out and shouted in a certain direction: "Borrow the sword!"
A cold snort came from somewhere out of the thick fog. For Geng Jian, it was no joke to eat, drink, play, sleep with the sword without leaving his body, but maybe he thought that he could not even stop the sword intention that he was preparing to deal with others. That woman, he drew out the black sword in his arms.
Murong Xing's right hand reached out and grasped it very fluently to catch the black sword that broke through the fog. He bent his left index finger and clasped it lightly. He heard that the black sword made of meteorite iron did not move at all, so he couldn't help but admired again: " A good sword too.”
This made Mu Qing, who had always been hiding in the dark, complain. This guy actually showed off his skills when fighting.
I heard Murong Xing burst out shouting, holding the sword with both hands and raising it high above his head. When the Huaifenghua flew in the air, the man and the sword were in a straight line, like a Qianjun Waterfall that should have been falling. A sword hanging in the air came in front of him. When he was three feet away, he struck down hard.
The skill of the sword move is like the shadow of the moon running through frost flowers, and the force of the sword move is like the waterfall hanging from the top of Mount Tai. This time the two of them are in a head-to-head confrontation.
One sword was like a waterfall hanging horizontally, and the other sword was like a mountain pressing against the top of the mountain. There was no collision between the two swords at all. The air mass surrounding the sword body collided with each other first. With a bang, the surrounding dense fog formed directly around it. A vortex more than ten feet high.
The corners of Murong Xing's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and her hair was messed up by her strength and spread out in a handful behind her back. Looking at the face so close at hand, You Zi had the time to say, "It seems I was wrong."
"How about I still let you be the owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley?"
Huaifenghua's face turned pale, and she said angrily: "Why do outsiders need to interfere in the affairs of Wanhua Valley!"
The energy released due to the collision provides a steady stream of power for the vortex, and the vortex becomes larger and larger. The flower girl was in the air, blood had already soaked through the clothes on her left shoulder. Blood beads shot out like beads from the penetrating wound, and they were immediately swept into the whirlpool by the energy.
Her teeth interlocked, her body fell quickly, and her wrists followed the trend. The sword, which was originally regardless of height, began to tilt towards Murong Xing. By the time she landed, the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from Murong Xing's head. The swords also really hit each other.
Murong Xing's face returned to coldness. He spread his legs backwards. While his chest was sunken, he lowered his waist and retracted his left hand. Then he clenched his five fingers into a fist. As his chest bulged, he inhaled and exhaled, and his fist penetrated and wreaked havoc. The sword energy gap hit Huaifenghua hard on the left shoulder.
"Pfft--" Huaifenghua, who was about to stab Murong Xing between the eyebrows, instantly rushed out of her throat with a mouthful of blood. The force on her body caused her to fly backwards and fall to the ground.
However, Zhang Shaoyao finally found the right opportunity. When Murong Xing's right sword and left fist were both exhausted and yet to withdraw, he slashed Murong Xing's left arm directly with his sword.
Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, with coldness in his eyes, and took a step towards Zhang Shaoyao. Zhang Shaoyao shouted, and the sword in his hand fell faster. Although he failed to cut off Murong Xing's arm, he also There was a nearly two-inch wound on the shoulder.
Murong Xing raised his left shoulder and caught the long sword that he wanted to draw out. He endured the severe pain and turned his right wrist to pull out a cold sword flower. He wanted to strike Zhang Shaoyao with the sword, but suddenly he frowned. Wrinkled, took the lead in retreating.
Zhang Shaoyao did not continue the pursuit and rushed directly towards Huaifenghua who fell to the ground.
After Murong Xing stood still, he slowly exhaled a breath. The little girl's combat experience was still not good enough. The reason why he had to retreat just now was because of the continuous influence of the spirit mist formation. His strength had dropped a lot just now. , the usable Qi can only barely maintain at the threshold of the third level.
Murong Xing rested for a few breaths and found Geng Jian. He looked at Geng Jian who was sitting cross-legged and meditating and using his sword to resist the spirit mist formation to avoid fainting. He smiled and said, "Thank you for that sword. This is my thanks." present!"
Geng Jian opened his eyes, just in time to catch what Murong Xing threw to him. He just glanced at it and frowned: "Is this the Wanhua Dan?"
He had eaten one when he was poisoned before, so he was no stranger to the aroma of the elixir.
With a gentle smile on his face, Murong Xing nodded and said, "The Wanhua Pill can resist the Spiritual Mist Formation, so take it quickly."
Geng Jian rubbed his thumb and forefinger to hold the fragrant pill in front of him. It was indeed a good pill. He looked up at Murong Xing. After a moment of silence, he frowned and said, "Are you not sure whether it's useful?"
Murong Xing said awkwardly but straightforwardly: "That's what I mean."
"You think I don't have the strength to strike you with my sword, right?" Geng Jian glanced at the Black Sword in Murong Xing's hand and said sarcastically.
Murong Xing generously inserted the Black Yao Sword into the ground next to Geng Jian, "But you don't have to worry, Wanhua Dan is the essence of various elixirs collected. The pharmacological effects are consistent and will not kill anyone."
Geng Jian was never a hesitant person. For Murong Xing, having him as a fighting partner was definitely a good thing. He spit out the Ten Thousand Flower Pills in one gulp, and the medicinal properties of the Ten Thousand Flower Pills spread out in his body in an instant.
Closing his eyes and feeling the cool and moist feeling in his Dantian, Geng Jian said with joy, "It is indeed useful, but it has not been fully restored. I can only exert the strength of the third level now, and I don't know how long it can last."
"That's enough. You'll deal with the little girl later."
Geng Jian stood up and drew his sword again. Seeing that Murong Xing didn't move, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you try eating one?"
Murong Xing looked at Huaifenghua and Zhang Shaoyao. Seeing that Huaifenghua was indeed seriously injured, but there was no help from the other side around, he smiled and said: "I only have one, but it doesn't matter. I have kept silent for so long. , the net can be closed."
Geng Jian looked at Murong Xing, who had a relaxed attitude and was completely different from the one he had just fought with. He sighed in his heart, nodded and said softly: "Xing Zuo should have the Ten Thousand Flowers Pill on his body, so I can remind him."
