Yang Feng's cultivation into the Nine Realms means that he can now also obtain the title of Sword God.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to win over a group of experts.
"Xiao An, it will only be a matter of time before your current achievements break through the ten realms. But before that, there are more important things waiting for you to do. If you want to overthrow the rule of the Great Xia Dynasty,
There must be a sword god. Among the ten sword gods of the Great Xia Dynasty, leaving aside your father and me, there are eight left. I didn’t let you find them before because your swordsmanship was not strong enough to convince the crowd. Now, I can put this worry to rest and go down the mountain tomorrow! "
Wu Gan knew the ambition in Yang Feng's heart and the blood feud that Yang Feng carried.
Yang Feng stayed in Wugang Mountain for four years, and it was time to go down the mountain.
"Yes, Uncle Wu."
Yang Feng saluted the other party respectfully.
In the past four years, the other party has given me a lot of help.
Yang Feng was very grateful.
the next day.
Yang Feng went down the mountain.
Before leaving, Wu Gan gave Yang Feng a map of the Daxia Dynasty and marked the locations of the other eight sword gods.
And Yang Feng's first stop was not the residence of any sword god marked on the map.
Yes, the Sun Sect.
If he remembered correctly, Chen Kang, a master of the Lieyang Sect and his father's senior brother, was approaching his end.
Yang Feng wanted to help the other party as much as possible. If the other party hadn't given him a helping hand, how could he have achieved what he did today.
You can't forget your roots as a human being.
After traveling for nearly three months, Yang Feng came out of the Lieyang Sect again.
The old site of the Lieyang Sect, just like before, gave people the feeling of being empty.
"Uncle, I'm back."
As soon as Yang Feng stepped into the Lieyang Sect, he heard a violent cough.
"Who are you?"
"Uncle, it's me, Yang An!"
The old man in front of him is even older than he was four years ago.
His temples are gray and his face is covered with wrinkles.
Chen Kang recognized Yang Feng's voice.
"Xiao An, is it really you?"
"Uncle, it's me, it's really me, I'm back."
Chen Kang confirmed again and again that the heroic young man in front of him was the young man who only had six realms of swordsmanship four years ago, Empress Yang An.
He put his hands on Yang Feng's shoulders.
"Okay, okay!"
He said three good words in a row, which showed how excited Chen Kang was.
Although his end is approaching, his keen perception is still there. If Yang Feng four years ago gave him the feeling of a gurgling stream, then the Yang Feng of today gives him the feeling of a sea.
Unfathomable!
"Uncle, I'm here today. Firstly, I'm preparing to say goodbye to you. Secondly, I wonder if you have heard about the tenth realm?"
When he first saw Chen Kang, he felt that he had been trapped in the ninth realm for a long time.
"The tenth realm? The ninth realm of swordsmanship. Skill stops at the Dao. How difficult is it to break through the realm?"
There was yearning in Chen Kang's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished. As a man who was about to be buried, how could he have the time and energy to study swordsmanship.
"Uncle, what if you cultivate your mind and then your skills? How about integrating the two to create your own swordsmanship? Is there any hope of breaking through?"
Yang Feng's voice sounded again.
Chen Kang fell into deep thought because of Yang Feng's words.
Cultivate "intention", and then cultivate "skill".
Ideas are people's thoughts, copying in the heart and mind, skills are people's memory, the memory of muscles and bones, skills are focused on, and practiced.
No matter it is windy or rainy, or whether it is cold or hot, the main thing is to practice calligraphy.
Meaning is more important than thinking.
Copying in your mind and heart, there is a fundamental difference between thinking and practicing.
You must not
You can spend so much time and energy to learn from the strengths of others, combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, and become your own brand.
"Anduo said that there is hope of breaking through. After all, there is no upper limit for self-created swordsmanship, but the upper limit of inherited swordsmanship has been known from the beginning..."
Having said this, Chen Kang glanced at Yang Feng from the corner of his eye.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Every move, every move, seamlessly connected.
If you want to have no flaws in your swordsmanship, you must make every move airtight, but this is too difficult and requires mysterious swordsmanship.
A profound inheritance, and Chen Kang clearly remembered that Wu Gan had the Lieyang Sword Manual in his hand.
But the swordsmanship performed by Yang Feng only captured the essence of the Lieyang Sword Manual.
Is it a self-created swordsmanship? !
This was the first thought in Chen Kang's mind.
Rumor has it that the Nine Realms are not the ultimate realm of swordsmanship.
Above the nine realms, there is a tenth realm.
The existence beyond "Tao".
However, since the defeat of the sword demon Dugu three hundred years ago, no one in the Great Xia Dynasty has been able to create his own swordsmanship, become a master, and reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
But now, he sees hope in Yang Feng.
The upper limit of self-created swordsmanship is determined by the swordsman's own potential.
After Yang Feng demonstrated every move and style of swordsmanship vividly, Chen Kang asked with an excited tone.
"Xiao An, have you succeeded in creating your own swordsmanship?"
"Uncle, it took me four years to finally get a prototype."
Yang Feng is not arrogant and remains humble.
"It's rare that you can still maintain this state of mind. Xiao An, remember, the upper limit of the swordsmanship in your hands now depends on you."
Chen Kang nodded happily.
"Well, uncle, if you take this step, your lifespan will be..."
"Xiao An, fate is determined by fate. You, my uncle, and I have earned a lot by living for such a long time. Before I die, I can still see such amazing swordsmanship, ten realms!"
Chen Kang pressed Yang Feng's shoulders hard and said nothing.
A few days passed.
"Uncle, in recent years, people from the Great Xia Dynasty..."
Before Yang Feng finished speaking, he heard the neighing of a horse outside the gate.
"coming."
"Uncle, let me take action this time."
"Um."
Chen Kang is aware of his current physical condition and is not trying to be brave.
Yang Feng blocked the door.
He didn't use the Fierce Sun Sword for no other reason than these people were not qualified to see it.
"Boy, do you know who I am? Dare you meddle in my business?"
Yang Feng stood his sword on the ground and looked at the person in front of him calmly.
"Asshole! How dare you ignore me! Kill me!"
"Have an order!"
Two soldiers on horseback charged towards Yang Feng on horseback.
throat!
throat!
The other party didn't even see clearly how Yang Feng used his sword.
There were two more bodies on the ground.
"You guys? You're too weak!"
The two who fell just now were from the fourth realm and the other from the fifth realm.
Facing such a person, he didn't even have the desire to take action.
"A bunch of people don't have anything, give it to me!"
As the saying goes, an elephant is killed by ants, especially in the mortal world.
The leader believes that no matter how awesome Yang Feng is, can he still become a master of the Nine Realms at the age of more than 20 years old?
More and more people besieged him, and Yang Feng finally became interested.
One-handed attack technique, killing is frightening.
"Devil! You are the devil!"
"You are a master of the eighth realm, no! A master of the ninth realm?!"
The leading cavalry captain was surprised and uncertain.
Yang Feng was too strong. The nearly 100 people he brought, at least all of them were strong men from the four realms, were killed by Yang Feng's sword.
"Your men
All the people are dead, you can go and accompany them. "
The sword in Yang Feng's hand moved lightly, its light shining brightly.
Turned around in the palm of the hand.
"You are tired of living!"
The knight commander took action, and with this sword, he used all the sword skills of an eight-level master.
The two confront each other.
Yang Feng entered the Nine Realms and has not yet completely stabilized. The person in front of him is a good whetstone.
The showdown between the Eighth Realm and the Ninth Realm.
"Boy, I thought you were really a strong man in the Nine Realms, but I didn't expect it was just a bluff. Now you can die."
The swordsmanship of the leader of the Eight Realms was displayed to the fullest. Yang Feng raised his hand to block all the swords, and then he realized it.
It turns out that the clown is himself.
After dozens of rounds, no matter how exquisite his sword skills were, they were always easily blocked by Yang Feng.
Yang Fengjiu's swordsmanship was also displayed at this time.
Ninth realm: Heavenly Sword.
When man and sword merge into one, the way of heaven is natural.
Of all things in the world, water is the only shortcut.
Water benefits all things without fighting, and knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm.
The same is true for the swordsmanship of the Nine Realms. Sometimes it is fierce and domineering, sometimes it is feminine and lingering.
Yang Feng and the sword in his hand achieve the unity of man and sword, imitating nature.
The swordsmanship in his hand was accomplished in one go.
Attack the leader's flaw.
The fierce offensive made the leader retreat steadily.
"You...you are from the Nine Realms?!"
At this time, huge waves surged in the leader's heart. Man and sword merged into one, heaven and man merged into one, and Taoism followed nature.
I understand this kind of swordsmanship, the sword comes from the heart, and the swordsmanship will also change with the change of the state of mind.
Click!
Seal the throat with one sword!
But Yang Feng's face showed a look of unfinished business.
A swordsman in the eighth realm is not enough for him to stabilize the swordsmanship in the ninth realm.
"Xiao An, you have done well, but you are still just one step away from reaching the real Nine Realms. Let me help you."
Chen Kang took action.
His sword was slow, and there were gaps in every move. In Yang Feng's eyes, it was not coherent enough.
But when Yang Feng's sword tried to attack the flaw in Chen Kang's swordsmanship, it was blocked again.
"No! This is his ninth level Heavenly Sword."
The Nine Realms Sword God.
Below the nine realms and above the six realms, there is a sword master.
Below the six realms and above the three realms, there are swordsmen.
Below the three realms and above the first realm, he is a sword slave.
First state: Feeling the sword.
Second level: Sword Enlightenment.
Ninth Realm: Heavenly Sword.
The nine realms emphasize the unity of heaven and man.
The man and the sword merge into one, and his skills are close to the Tao.
Yang Feng's nine levels of swordsmanship are as follows: The best is like water.
As for Chen Kang's Nine Realms, the swordsmanship he has learned is as immovable as a mountain.
His sword is all about slowness.
The essence of swordsmanship is stability, slowness and accuracy.
Make sure that there are flaws everywhere between the moves, and there are no flaws between the moves.
"Xiao An, be careful."
Chen Kang, who was holding the sword at this moment, looked energetic on his face.
Radiant.
Swordsmanship, one sword is as powerful as Mount Tai.
The sword in Chen Kang's hand fell on Yang Feng's sword.
when!
Yang Feng's sword was knocked to the ground.
Yang Feng reluctantly took the sword, but the outcome was already decided. If Chen Kang used his sword now, he would be the one to lose.
Blessing to the soul.
The sword in Yang Feng's hand became square and square.
Use softness to overcome hardness, use lightness to defeat hardness.
This is the true supreme goodness like water.
The sword is like water, the sword is like water, the sword is like water!
Yang Feng drew his sword again, but this sword was handed out.
Chen Kang's face showed a bit of surprise.
Unmoving as a mountain, heavy as a mountain.
Under normal circumstances, no monk could take his sword, and Yang Feng, a sword god who was almost in the ninth realm, was naturally no match for him.
But Yang Feng just gave up and competed with his Taiyue Sword, which made Chen Kang start to get serious.
Because he could detect that Yang Feng's aura had changed.
Water guides the situation, and the sword should also use its strengths and avoid weaknesses to be the best choice.
With every move and every move, Yang Feng no longer took advantage of the gaps to attack Chen Kang's weaknesses, but instead used his own strengths.
There is no flaw, which is the biggest flaw.
Boom boom!
Bang bang!
The two swords fought for dozens of rounds.
Yang Feng started to save the situation, and Chen Kang's forehead was covered with fine sweat.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had such a hearty battle with someone.
The Sword God is both an honor and a shackle.
Nine Realms, Heavenly Sword.
When heaven and man are united, there is perfection.
"Water is good for all things without fighting. Use force to stop force, use killing to stop killing!"
The sword in Yang Feng's hand became faster and faster, and his swordsmanship changed from simple to complex.
Until, at some point.
boom!
A sword with sword light fell.
Chen Kang, who was holding the sword in his hand, had a flash of light in his eyes.
His ninth realm was defeated.
boom!
"Xiao An, you have learned a lesson."
Chen Kang's face does not have the dejection that a loser should have, but is full of confidence.
He seemed to be more than ten years younger. This battle with Yang Feng awakened his inner obsession with breaking through the realm.
He was immersed in the ninth realm for half his life.
When he discovered that there was no hope for the ten realms, his heart was filled with loss and despair.
Later, with a sense of paranoia, he set foot on the Nine Realms.
He strived to achieve perfection in every situation in order to seek opportunities for breakthrough, but later, he discovered that he was wrong.
So he wasted his time and wasted his swordsmanship.
Until, today.
A battle with Yang Feng awakened his desire for the sword.
Ten realms.
"Hehe! Master, I am the one who benefits the most, but your swordsmanship is really superb."
"Haha! Don't put your hat on me. My swordsmanship can improve even further at this time. I'm already very satisfied."
Chen Kang's practice is to inherit the swordsmanship, inherit the swordsmanship, and start quickly. For those with swordsmanship talent, if they follow the path of others, there are already footprints on the ground, and they only need to step on others' footprints.
Look up and see the finish line.
He wasted his time in his early years, wasted his time on swordsmanship, and embarked on a paranoid path of swordsmanship. Fortunately, he stopped at the brink in time.
This prevented the swordsmanship from going to waste.
Now that I am old and frail, I did not expect that my swordsmanship would not retreat but advance. This can be described as an unexpected surprise.
"Xiao An, you created your own swordsmanship. As long as you are willing to study hard, your future prospects are limitless."
"Yeah, let's learn from Bo Jiyan."
The two competed with each other and each benefited greatly.
Yang Feng meditated for three days before digesting this wave of experience.
"Xiao An, I will leave my swordsmanship to future generations. I have nothing to help you. Take care on the road!"
Chen Kang gave instructions to Yang Feng before leaving.
"Uncle Xie, I will definitely come back one day when my great revenge is avenged and the dynasty is overthrown."
After packing his bags, Yang Feng set off.
This time he is going to Fanyin Temple.
Ah Tu, one of the ten great sword gods of the Great Xia Dynasty.
In the past, he killed people with a sword and committed countless crimes. Later, he lived in seclusion in Fanyin Temple and did not care about worldly affairs.
Fanyin Temple is more than a hundred miles away from Lieyang Sect, and Yang Feng's trip is estimated to take three to five months at the earliest.
