Yang Ji frowned, looking at the photo over and over again, constantly thinking about it in his mind, constantly comprehending it, and murmuring on his lips.
"This sword is very domineering. With one strike, the energy of the sword is like a wildfire setting a prairie fire, unstoppable..."
[You have a great realization. Sword energy is like wildfire starting a prairie fire, and your swordsmanship proficiency is +1. 】
"Huh?" Yang Ji was suddenly startled and said in disbelief, "I have gained enlightenment in countless directions before. Sharp swordsmanship, domineering sword energy, etc. were all just small enlightenments. Now this 'fire' is actually a great enlightenment?"
"Is the fire the most important artistic conception contained in this sword?"
[You have realized this. The sword is a fire sign, and your swordsmanship proficiency is +1. 】
"Are you enlightened again?" Yang Ji was shocked in his heart and said excitedly, "It seems that he has really realized the opposite direction. Fire sign, fire sign. It seems that this style of swordsmanship is related to fire. Although it does not have the appearance of burning flames, But it is the power of fire, the roaring power of wildfire, the power of tongues of fire that rolls wildly for nine days."
Yang Ji realized that he was right in an instant, and suddenly understood, "Yes, yes, I only saw the domineering power of this sword before, and thought that the artistic conception contained in this sword was 'domination', but I didn't know that it was the fire that this sword brought." Given this boundless domineering power.”
"I only saw the shallow surface, but not the real mystery. No wonder, no wonder, I always felt it was close before, but I couldn't tell where the difference was. It turned out that I didn't realize the true artistic conception."
"If I hadn't realized the right direction, the golden finger would have displayed information. Otherwise, how could I have thought that the real artistic conception contained in this sword was actually the fire symbol? If it hadn't been for the golden finger to remind me, even if the fire symbol appeared in my mind, I'm afraid I’ll look into it further too.”
"This is really difficult. No wonder among the many outstanding disciples of the Canglan Sect, only Li Changxiao has mastered one and a half moves. Without the scriptures on swordsmanship, he can only rely on a piece of swordsmanship photography to understand the power of fire contained in it. The momentum is really too difficult.”
Yang Ji was very excited at this moment. He could feel that after grasping this deep fire phenomenon, and then sorting out the kendo photos from beginning to end, he would soon be able to fully understand it and truly understand every move and half of it.
He knew that today's enlightenment was by no means an accident, but after more than a year of continuous enlightenment, he had come into contact with the core secret of this sword. This was the result of Golden Finger and his efforts.
As expected, there are not so many epiphanies in spiritual practice. They are all manifestations of the accumulation of acquired experiences and the collision of inspiration at that time.
Yang Ji was happy in his heart. If he could understand it, this sword move would become his strongest killing move at present.
At that moment, he quickly gathered his thoughts and began to sort out and comprehend with all his strength.
Five days in a row passed like this.
Another night.
Under the full moon, on the edge of the sea cliff.
Yang Ji stood facing the wind, and all he could think of was the sword in the kendo photo, the sword that swept thousands of miles once it was struck.
Yang Ji stood quietly, letting the sea breeze blow and the waves roar.
He never separated his mind for even a moment, running through hundreds of thoughts in an instant, and all that flashed in his mind was that sword.
He stood like this for who knows how long.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
The shadow of the sword flashing in his eyes quickly narrowed, penetrated deep into his pupils, and quickly condensed into a transparent sword-shaped rune, which was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.
At this moment, Yang Ji knew that he had finally condensed the artistic conception in the photos of kendo. Although it was very transparent and superficial, he knew that he was getting started.
[Fire Xiang Sword Intention condenses, one point. 】
"One point of sword intent? The artistic conception contained in this move is fire, but I don't know the name of this move, but I know that it is very strong!"
Suddenly, Yang Ji's whole body was filled with sword energy, and the sword runes in his head were vibrating crazily.
When the momentum reached its peak, an inexplicable artistic conception centered on him and spread to all sides.
Within the range radiated by the artistic conception, the air began to vibrate violently as if boiling, and actually turned into tiny flying swords under the influence of this artistic conception.
Yang Ji glanced at him, and those small flying swords started to rage like fire. With a roar, they rushed towards a stone the size of a millstone in front of him, and immediately split it into two, two into four, and four into eight. It was instantly cut into pieces.
"The Fire Elephant Sword Intent is too strong and too domineering. It is so powerful when it is just applied to the air, but it can kill people by breaking stones. If it is given on top of spiritual power and slashed with a flying sword, how powerful is it?"
Two sharp sword lights flashed across Yang Ji's eyes, and he suddenly rose from the ground. When he was ten feet in the air, he slashed downward with a sword.
Chi!
A huge and brilliant arc of sword energy traversed the sky, tearing the air apart in an instant, like wildfire licking dead grass, starting a prairie fire in an instant. The sword energy was domineering and unstoppable, and it rushed into the sea in an instant.
But with a roar, the sword energy raged for a mile, the sea water split into two parts, and the waves surged ten feet.
This sword was fierce and domineering, and it was the strongest sword he could produce as a ninth-level Qi practitioner.
He was quite satisfied with this sword move, but Jin Abacus, who was flying in the sky, was shocked.
"Brother Dao, your sword..."
Jin Abacus looked at the sea that was torn open by the sword energy, and then at Yang Ji, his eyes widened, "You, you understood that sword from the sword photo?"
"You are really a genius. In the entire Canglan Sect, only senior brother Li Changxiao can understand that sword. You can actually do it too?"
"With this sword, are you still worried about not being able to leave the island?"
"If Mang Biao knew about it, he would have to kneel down for you and respectfully ask you to come out."
Yang Ji was surprised: "Is it so exaggerated?"
"Exaggeration? Not an exaggeration at all." Jin Abacus took a deep breath, looked Yang Ji up and down again, and then said,
"Do you know what this sword means? It means that you are now the quasi-disciple of Master Jian Yuanzi."
"Master Jian Yuanzi is the number one person under the transformation of gods in the entire Thousand Islands Sea. He follows the path of the Sword Immortal, and his strength far exceeds that of the Nascent Soul Lord at the same level."
"As his disciple, who would dare to bully you?"
"If Mang Biao knew about it, he would have to come over and kneel down for you right now."
The more Jin Abacus spoke, the more eager his eyes became, "Brother Dao, your background is too tough. When you go to the sect in the future, you have to take more care of me."
"Everything has not yet been decided. I dare not call myself his disciple." Yang Ji shook his head. He did not dare to offend the will of such strong men, nor did he dare to speculate casually. He was self-aware.
"Besides, don't spread this matter everywhere, let alone tell Mang Biao." Yang Ji warned sternly.
This sword represents that person. If he uses this to swagger through the city, show off everywhere, and make him unhappy, let alone become a disciple, I am afraid that his situation will be even worse.
If Mang Biao still refuses to let him go after three years, then it is not too late for him to pull out this immortal skin.
But who can tell clearly what will happen in the past three years?
Jin Abacus glanced at him twice and said with a serious face: "Okay, I will never tell the second person."
"Yeah!" Yang Ji nodded, and suddenly glanced at the sea. What he saw made his pupils shrink, "That's..."
