"Why don't you dare, Mai Tianming, as you wish."
Yiyu laughed loudly and walked into the martial arts arena, his breath rising slowly, his eyes as fiery as the others.
"Haha, Tianming, accept it, but I have to make trouble for that boy Wan Xuan."
Mai Tianming was weakly defeated, and soon after, another young man in green robes walked out laughing, and a voice full of fanaticism resounded from the martial arts arena.
"Anyway, I'm used to being bullied. Cheng Yifeng is no worse than you."
Wan Xuan's hearty laughter rang out, and without saying much, the two of them swept away their realm strength at the same time, and started a fierce confrontation under the gaze of countless eyes.
Two days later, on the cliff of the mountain, the statue-like young man once again completed the deduction of the first local-level low-grade swordsmanship, the Lingshan Sword Art, and entered into the study of the prefectural-level mid-grade sword art.
"It is indeed a prefecture-level mid-level swordsmanship. The sword is majestic and contains a shock. Even if you are faced with a move that is several times more powerful, you can still use the shock to knock it away to achieve the best defense." The effect, however, is not an easy task if you really want to cultivate to perfection.”
The young man slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and then closed them again, meditating.
With the early deductions, now, even for prefecture-level swordsmanship, it feels quite easy to perform deductions.
The breeze blew gently, not violently, but when it hit the statue-like figure, it was like sinking into the sea without any ripples.
Compared with the sharpness before, now it is more like a needle hidden in the cotton, with sharpness inside.
This sign lasted for nearly five days, and the boy's body seemed to be covered with a layer of cobwebs.
Looking carefully, it turned out that the surrounding clouds and mist were the sword net solidified by his thoughts. Even the breeze blowing from the cliff could not blow it away.
"Zonghengjian Jue, a low-grade earth-level sword. The sword energy is crisscrossed and the sword power is extremely dangerous. Just the continuous attacks can make people feel chilled."
Four days later, Sean completed his study of the defensive sword techniques and returned to his study of the offensive sword techniques. His soul was filled with an extremely fierce aura.
In eight days, Sean completed the nine books of attack swordsmanship. As his artistic conception improved, the speed of his comprehension also accelerated a lot.
Sean is originally strong in offense and weak in defense, with many attack methods. After mastering the offensive swordsmanship, he is more comfortable than the defensive swordsmanship, and his speed is doubled.
Time flies, nineteen days have passed, and Sean has also entered the final stage of speed sword study.
Regarding speed, Sean is also a person who pursues the ultimate, and he is also well aware of the explosive effect of speed on attack.
Since childhood, Sean has not been able to practice martial arts, so whether it is body skills, attacks or blocking, he relies on speed to make up for his shortcomings. Moreover, the first swordsmanship he mastered, Aurora Sword Art, is a pursuit The swordsmanship of speed.
If you want to increase the speed, you have to eliminate some cumbersome changes. This is not a contradiction.
As we all know, the simpler something is, the more difficult it is to study. Fast and slow are the two extremes.
And speed can only be a pursuit and cannot be blind. Otherwise, if it is simply fast but fails to achieve the effect of attack, this kind of speed will become meaningless.
One hit will hit, and if it hits, it will kill. It is ruthless and accurate. This is the real speed.
Sean's ability to take advantage of opportunities and understand every detail is his strength. Often when the opponent makes a move, he can catch the opponent's weakness. Therefore, speed is of vital significance to him.
He possesses the spirit of the sword, and is carefully taught by Cangyuan's artistic conception. He understands the essence of Kuai, transcends perception and vision, and reaches one limit after another.
What Sean has to do is to surpass, not only his opponents, but also himself.
"Mai Tianming, Cheng Yifeng, how could it be you two?"
During this period of time, Cen Xinshi had been training hard in the mountains. Cen Xinshi was indeed surprised by the two young men who were also good friends who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Why, you can come to this place, but we can't?" Mai Tianming said with a smile.
"I just didn't expect that the majestic young deans of Baixia Academy and Qianqiu Academy would appear here. Moreover, I am different from you. I am here to kill people and take revenge."
Cen Xinshi's tone was cold, obviously without the enthusiasm between friends.
"Why don't you know that we are here to help you take revenge?" Cheng Yifeng didn't mind Cen Xinshi's cold attitude, smiled and said: "But before you take revenge, I want to tell you something."
"If you are here to be lobbyists, there is no need to say anything." Cen Xinshi's tone was still cold.
"What kind of lobbyists are you talking about? It's so ugly. Don't worry. If you want to fight the little devil, we will definitely accompany you. However, you still have to say what needs to be said."
Mai Tianming did not feel dissatisfied, and after speaking, he told the small and medium-sized sects that were controlled by Huqiu and Gongyang Academy through drugs and soul means, as well as some secrets, ambitions and conspiracies involving foreign races.
It's just that they don't know much, but such simple information is enough to shock people.
Cheng Yifeng said: "I can swear that everything Tianming said is true. Also, your father came to see us, right here. He didn't say anything. He just asked us to tell you something. He has always been Watching you here.”
"How could this happen? It's impossible. You are lying to me. You are lying to me..."
The pieces of earth-shattering information obviously brought great shock, and Cen Xinshi could not accept this fact.
He has nothing but hatred.
Hatred was the driving force that had always supported him, but now, he was deceived by hatred.
The most terrifying thing is that after being blinded by hatred, he stepped into an abyss of sin.
He didn't want to believe it, so he roared crazily to the sky and ran out like crazy.
"Let him calm down and he will figure it out."
Mai Tianming and Cheng Yifeng did not chase.
They all believed that Cen Xinshi would wake up on his own, otherwise, he wouldn't be in such pain.
Time passed by in a hurry, and another four days passed. Now, there are only seventeen days left before the opening of the Shenglong Secret Realm.
"call!"
The rock-like figure on the mountain cliff also had some breath fluctuations at this time. He exhaled a long breath of hot and humid white turbid breath. The breath surged like waves, like a hidden dragon awakening.
The closed eyes slowly opened, deep and bright, like the vast stars, but as sharp as a sword.
"Finally finished."
After twenty-three consecutive days of soul deduction, and he had mastered earth-level swordsmanship, even though Sean's soul was strong, there was still some fatigue on his face, but he didn't care at all, and a faint smile hung on his face.
"Well, Yuan Dan has also grown a lot, not bad."
Sean looked down at his Dantian with his spiritual consciousness. Over the past month, through the continuous attraction and refining of Yuan stones, coupled with the condensation of the Yuan Dan flames, the originally crystal clear and transparent Yuan Dan has become extremely solid, with A light green luster.
Now it only takes a slight turn, and the limbs feel as if there is a surging river of energy flowing through them, extremely full.
The Yuan Stone is originally the condensed essence of the Yuan Power of Heaven and Earth. It contains extremely pure Yuan Power. In theory, it can be absorbed infinitely like the Yuan Power of Heaven and Earth.
While Sean was deducing the sword art in his soul, he was running the "Heaven Fusion Art" to refine the Yuan Stone at the same time. There was no delay in the two. Although his realm had not improved, his profound foundation was no longer the same.
Sean flicked his clothes, and there was no wave on his face.
As we approach January’s retreat, the biggest improvement is still in my state of mind.
Now Sean is neither happy nor worried about things. The world is in jeopardy, but I stand tall!
"No, I still can't let you go like this."
In another valley, there was a figure in white who had been sitting quietly for three days. There were some fluctuations at this moment. He took a deep breath and murmured.
He slowly opened his eyes, which were bright and still fiery, but lacked the resentment and murderous intent of the past.
In the past three days, he recalled how Sean tolerated him again and again, encouraged him again and again, and even risked his life to save himself from self-destruction, which made him think a lot.
Especially when he learned that his father had been here all along, he knew that if his aunt was really killed by Sean, his father would not be here.
He is not an evil person, on the contrary, he has a heart that hates evil. It was only because he was filled with hatred and lost his mind that he became so crazy and was used by others.
"Brother Xinshi, how are you now?"
Mai Tianming and Cheng Yifeng came to them with smiles again.
"Didn't you two say you wanted to help me get revenge? Let's go now." Cen Xinshi's eyes became sharp again.
"Of course, we haven't fought against the little devil yet. This battle is inevitable."
Mai Tianming and Cheng Yifeng smiled, fighting spirit and enthusiasm filling the air at the same time.
They had been thinking about meeting this rumored little devil for a while.
The three of them flew towards a mountain peak.
call out!
On the mountain cliff, a harsh sword sound rippled around. This sword sound was slightly low, not like the clear sound of a sword at all. Instead, it seemed extremely deep.
The sword light danced, but it looked very gentle, but it made people feel like they were watching a mountain peak rotate.
One move after another was slowly performed in Sean's hands, and there was a continuous connection between moves. Sometimes it seemed a little sluggish, until the long scene of sword moves was completed and then started again.
When it was used again, the sluggishness gradually became much smoother, and some unnecessary changes were eliminated.
"The little baby is finally slowly perfecting it. You see, the sword movement has begun to become smooth and natural, eliminating complexity and simplification. In the process of exerting it, the power of the sword movement is constantly accumulated."
In the void, Grandma Qingye was filled with admiration.
"Haha, this really saves a lot of trouble."
Chao Lao nodded deeply. Several times, he almost couldn't help but give advice, but in the end he endured it. After all, his own advice was far less important than Sean's own understanding.
"That's almost it!"
After completing ten times of practice, the sword power has become natural. The process is like flowing clouds and water without any pause. Sean knows that the practice has reached its limit, and the momentum suddenly rises.
The majestic Yuan Power surged out wildly. Sean on the cliff moved his sword extremely smoothly, accumulating strength. The first sword was struck directly without any pause.
Boom!
As the majestic sword style in Sean's hand unfolded, the surroundings of his body seemed to be a self-contained space, and a thunderous sound suddenly sounded within a radius of ten feet.
Within the scope of the entire sky, the colors have become darker. Even the scorching sun shining down from the sky seems to be divided, intermittent and intermittent.
In this world, besides swords, there are swords!
"No wonder Dean Cang has been so distracted during this period. It turns out he cares about his beloved disciple."
In the palace, looking at Cangyuan who seemed to be wandering outside, Jian Weng smiled mysteriously.
"Haha, what a joke!"
Cang Yuan smiled back, but his eyes never left that place.
"That little brother has made some big noise again. Come on, let's take a look."
Jian Weng's words undoubtedly reminded many strong men. One after another, powerful figures stepped into the void, and at the same time cast their gaze towards the source of the fluctuations.
"The grades of the sword moves are uneven, but they are integrated into a kind of balance, and the artistic conception is long. Dean Cang, this shouldn't be the martial arts of your academy, right?" Hanshan Hermit asked first with a burning gaze.
