Chapter 58: The Great Evolution of Sword Dao
"A Thousand Miles of Rivers!"
I saw the sword light explode in mid-air in an instant, like a small sun, shooting out hundreds to bright sword light, golden light flashing, unparalleled domineering!
A total of five hundred and nine! Five hundred and seven rays of sword light turned into a golden dragon, sweeping the surrounding aura, and even the protruding stone thorns were chopped off by more than three feet.
Yes, this move is Yi Xifeng's signature sword technique, and it is also the first self-created sword technique "Thousand Miles of River".
If you don’t accumulate steps, you won’t be able to reach a thousand miles; if you don’t accumulate small streams, you won’t be able to become a river!
From the seventy-nine sword shadows at the beginning, to the five hundred and nine now! This is not only Yi Xifeng's continuous study of his own martial arts, and not only the continuous improvement of his soul, but also his exploration of the path of swordsmanship.
Through these five years of continuous attempts, he verified his previous conjecture. With every small improvement or breakthrough, the amount of sword light he could control was a prime number.
Just like before 509, the limit of the sword light he could control was 503. In other words, before the breakthrough, he could not control the 504 handles anyway. But once the breakthrough is made, let alone 504, even 506 and 07 are not a problem, directly reaching 509!
Although Yi Xifeng verified his conjecture, he was still a little confused about his path to swordsmanship. However, he was vaguely sure that this move Qianli Jianghe would be his most advantageous breakthrough to the knight realm. one!
Why is the limit of the soul's control always a prime number (that is, a prime number)? How does this relate to kendo? Or what does it have to do with martial arts? Or even bigger, what is the connection with Tiandaoneng?
As the saying goes: There are fifty Dayan numbers, nine out of forty are used, one of them can be escaped! Outside the world of freedom, not in the five elements!
This was Yi Xifeng's realization after he came to the Zhenwu Dao Hall and gradually integrated the Chunyang Pulse Movement Technique into his own skills. From then on, a bold guess appeared in his mind, and an idea would pop up from time to time.
If these prime-hilted sword lights are the forty-nine numbers of his swordsmanship, then if he can find or break through the "escaping sword", he can change the way of heaven in this world, or in other words, change the surroundings with his swordsmanship. The rules of heaven naturally become the way of martial arts!
But so far, Yi Xifeng has not succeeded once!
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Seeing this scene, the three people from the Vaishya family were also stunned on the spot. It was difficult for them to imagine that the person who had just taken action was the drunk Taoist priest.
Is this person so powerful? !
This idea instantly appeared in the minds of the three brothers, and before they could marvel at it or communicate for a moment, another cold voice sounded from the sword formation.
"Eight Gate Dunjia, iron ropes and golden rings! Taoist sun and moon, formation eyes appear!"
Following Yi Xifeng's low shout, the bluestone slab in the center of the Dao Gang formation began to break rapidly, and even the protruding stone thorns turned into powder. Without any hesitation, he appeared directly above the open space in a flash, and then struck the dagger with a gentle wave of his hand.
"Flying Star Spirit Sword!"
Ding!
It wasn't the sound of sword blades piercing stone slabs or soil, but the sound of metal sword blades clashing.
It only lasted for a moment, and the cover of the pale golden sword formation quickly began to collapse!
The three people were hit by the formation's backlash, and instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Furen, the eldest among them, immediately wanted to burn his essence and blood and prepare to flee, but a cold voice stopped him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't choose Blood Escape, because this is the Qingyun Sect!" It was Yi Xifeng who spoke. At this time, the sword and gang formation was shattered and the scattered gang energy dissipated, leaving only this mysterious young Taoist priest and the equally confused Zhong Lingxi behind him.
"What do you want?!" Furen's face was very gloomy and he asked fiercely.
Yi Xifeng held the sword in one hand and Shi Shiran walked towards the three of them. As he walked, he said with a smile: "I just want to come out for some air, but you three are holding it in! What do you think I should do?"
"Make a price, and we'll pay for it!" Lao San said with some ferocity. Obviously, for him, being able to break the formation by this hateful brat was considered the end of their luck.
It happened that I met a little Taoist priest who happened to be proficient in formations. While he is proficient in formations and can find the formation's eye, his martial arts skills happen to be enough to break through the formation's eye...
Due to many coincidences, the three of them were defeated in the chivalrous realm.
However, as Yi Xifeng said, although they only lost to the opponent in formation, this was the Qingyun Sect. Their attacks were not supported by formation, so naturally they could not fight freely.
In this case, there really is no good solution other than escaping from here.
"I know you are dissatisfied! It's just because you feel that you lost to me in terms of formation, but you have to crush me in terms of inner strength." Yi Xifeng said with a smile.
However, as soon as these words came out, the three brothers were stunned for a moment, but after only a moment, they nodded in agreement.
"Let's see, I won't bully anyone! Let's make a bet. If you win, what you just said on the edge of the rock will be done as you said!" Yi Xifeng pointed at the way they surrounded Yi Xi just now. The big stone said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this request, the three of them swallowed their throats and asked with some uncertainty: "What if you win?"
Yi Xifeng grinned, then promise me something, or you will just mess with me in the future!
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Zhong Lingxi, who was standing behind him, also looked at Yi Xifeng who stepped forward to negotiate with the three people with a look of astonishment on his face, and sighed slightly in his heart.
However, he still showed a smile in an instant. This brat had made such great progress and was obviously much stronger than himself. Moreover, those golden sword lights just now are not comparable to the more than one hundred spiritual feather sword lights of my own.
"Hmph! You actually hid your clumsiness during the competition to find a bride! Damn it!"
Just when Zhong Lingxi was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard the conversation between Yi Xifeng and the three people, as well as the words about the bet. Suddenly, she angrily remembered that he made a bet with her during the martial arts competition, and finally asked herself to pay him a restaurant.
Although this was nothing to the wealthy Zhong family at that time, it was also the first man Zhong Lingxi had ever known in his life who made him suffer. The girl at that time almost hated this hateful brat.
If it hadn't been for the other party saving him that time in the woods, it would have been difficult for them to have anything to do with each other.
