Any kind of magical power is obtained at the expense of the spiritual power of the cultivator. The stronger the magic power, the more spiritual power is consumed.
With Chen Mo's current cultivation level, his killing move Qianxuan Sword Formation can barely be deployed once.
As for external factors such as magic weapons, the greater the number, the better.
First of all, the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building monks cannot take care of that much. Furthermore, magic weapons also require proficiency and cannot reach the level of proficiency. If used rashly, it is easy for the opponent to seize the flaw and lose his life in a hurry.
Chen Mo had considered this issue before. With his cultivation in the foundation building stage, he could use a high-grade magic weapon to carry out an offensive within thirty moves at most.
After this, he either drank the spiritual liquid and fought again, or used his remaining spiritual power to escape quickly. There was no other choice.
But the choice of Kung Fu is different. Physical fist and kick skills are no different from a businessman's business without capital. One punch can break through all kinds of magic, and one palm can shatter condensed light. Even if they fight for several hours, the cultivator will not be lacking in spiritual power.
Judging from his existing magic weapons and magic skills, choosing an excellent skill is undoubtedly the right choice.
But the Master Liu in front of him was called the "Tianyun Sword Lord" by monks of the same level. As the old saying goes: there is a specialization in magic, and a monk who has made great achievements in magic will not ask for advice, but will ignore the basics and pursue the weak. Is it a little too stupid to choose a technique?
Chen Mo rarely hesitated for a while.
He analyzed Liu Changqing's words again and decided whether to choose Kung Fu or Dharma. The other party didn't seem to give him a chance to have his cake and eat it too.
Chen Mo thought that if he wanted them all, he might make Master Liu displeased and think that he was too greedy, thereby destroying the impression he had left on him.
"That's all, let's try to be safe..."
Chen Mo sighed secretly in his heart, raised his hands again and said, "Back to Master, this disciple wants to learn sword fighting."
Liu Changqing raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems you have thought about it for a long time."
Chen Mo's heart trembled, and he secretly thought that he was confused, so he quickly said to make up for it: "Disciple was just excited for the moment and didn't know what to say. Please forgive me, Master!"
Liu Changqing waved his hand and said: "I am not an unreasonable person. If you can think about it, you will definitely have your own ideas. In that case, let's go to the backyard and have a look."
Chen Mo felt uneasy and could only say: "Follow your orders."
Lin Yuqin looked confused. She didn't know why Chen Mo suddenly admitted his mistake, and she didn't understand why Master asked him to show it in the backyard. The two of them seemed to be playing riddles. But when she saw that Chen Mo was sweating, she took the lead before Master. After walking out, he walked over and asked with concern: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Mo forced a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about me."
The three of them followed the path and came to a spacious place, an open-air pavilion. The surrounding flower beds were blooming with clusters of delicate flowers. Liu Changqing stopped at this time and stood with his hands behind his back.
He looked at Chen Mo and said, "Just here, use your best trick."
"Okay, Master is offended!"
Chen Mo didn't talk about martial arts, so the other party struck quickly before he finished speaking. He knew that he couldn't hurt the ancestor of the Pill Formation at all, so he could only strike first to gain advantage.
With a wave of his sleeves, eighteen flying swords of different shapes fell at Liu Changqing's feet. Chen Mo whispered "Lock" in his mouth, and they seemed to be pulled by invisible iron chains. The strong wind howled, blowing Liu Changqing's white hair. beard.
But the latter is like an old monk who has entered samadhi, letting the wind blow and the rain hit him, but he remains unmoved.
"It's interesting." Liu Changqing said lightly, and the sound of his words was quickly lost in the world of sword energy.
Chen Mo's figure immediately started to move, and the speed was so blurry that it could no longer be captured with her spiritual consciousness. Lin Yuqin looked at the scene in front of her nervously: she was afraid that Chen Mo would be injured, and she was also worried that her master would be arrogant and underestimate the enemy. If he was embarrassed, he would be embarrassed. It would be too bad to lose all face.
But it was obvious that Lin Yuqin was overthinking it. All he could hear was eighteen consecutive collisions of "whoosh" and "whoosh". The chaotic atmosphere of the sword array slowly dissipated. Liu Changqing was unscathed. He didn't know when there was a branch in his hand. The tip was aimed at Chen Mo's throat.
There were fragments of iron blades all over the ground, and the instigator was holding a broken sword with a look of panic on his face.
"Grandpa!" Lin Yuqin shouted hurriedly in fear, fearing that Liu Changqing's hands would shake and Chen Mo would be stabbed to death by a branch.
"....Yuqin, don't make any noise, I'm fine."
Although Chen Mo's face was pale, his tone was very calm.
Liu Changqing said: "Are you convinced?"
Chen Mo said: "I'm convinced."
"Why?" Liu Changqing asked again.
Chen Mo took a step back to avoid the danger, and then slowly said:
"Master, you didn't use any spiritual power at all. You relied entirely on the most ordinary tree branches to resist. This disciple doesn't know what to say."
After hearing this, Liu Changqing smiled and said: "You only saw the branches, but you didn't see my hard training in swordsmanship and three hundred years of sword-holding experience. Can you withstand it?"
Chen Mo was stunned for a few breaths, then knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master, for your teaching!"
"Get up." Liu Changqing said: "It seems that you already understand."
Chen Mo said respectfully: "Yes, a heavy sword has no edge, and a great skill has no skill. Whether it is a skill or a method, only one word that is familiar can achieve success."
Liu Changqing nodded slightly and said: "You have a good understanding. I will ask you three more questions. If you can answer them, I will officially teach you a sword move."
When Chen Mo heard this, he suddenly became excited. He looked at Lin Yuqin, who also looked happy for him: "Master, please speak." Chen Mo suppressed his nervousness and said quickly.
Liu Changqing didn't waste any time and asked directly: "What is a sword?"
Chen Mo replied: "The leader of hundreds of soldiers, the supreme monarch among weapons, known as the 'Sword of Shangfang' in the secular world, has the right to kill first and then report. The chief officials in the territory are equipped with swords, responsible for the decision-making of killings. This has existed since ancient times, and it is definitely not made up out of thin air." .”
Liu Changqing nodded slightly and quickly asked the second question:
"What is sword intent?"
Chen Mo did not answer immediately, but thought for a while and gave the answer in his heart: "The sword's intention is murderous intention."
Liu Changqing asked with interest: "Where does the murderous intention come from?"
Chen Mo replied: "The person holding the sword has the intention to kill!"
After that, the scene fell into silence. Chen Mo didn't know that the talisman of his answer was not in line with his master's wishes, but this was the only explanation he could think of.
Liu Changqing looked up at the sky and suddenly asked for no reason: "Bai Yuzhu, what are you going to do?"
Lin Yuqin and Chen Mo were shocked at the same time, and the latter immediately replied truthfully: "Master, I haven't thought about it yet."
"Yeah. It's time to think about it carefully. It takes hundreds of years to become a useful plant. Polygonatum odoratum needs constant care. The main planting location must be safe. The conditions are quite harsh for you."
Chen Mo still didn't understand the hidden meaning of Liu Changqing's words. His eyes flashed and he said, "Disciple, I dare to ask for advice. Does Master have any solution?"
Liu Changqing did not say a word, but raised his hand and threw a large number of gold and silver flying swords in the sky. There were more than a hundred of them densely packed. Even looking at the quality of each one, they were not comparable to Chen Mo's inferior flying swords.
"The Sun Sword Cluster is forged with the movement of the stars in the sky. There are thirty-six heavenly swords, each of which can be used individually. There are seventy-two earth swords, which correspond to your sword formation. Although the quality is the same as that of Bai Yuzhu. It’s a little worse, but it’s enough for you to quickly improve your strength.”
Chen Mo immediately said first: "Thank you, Master! My disciple is willing to exchange the white jade bamboo for this treasure."
After saying that, he immediately presented the white jade bamboo that he had worked so hard to obtain from the secret realm. Liu Changqing was not polite. With a flick of his arm, one hundred and eight gold and silver flying swords immediately fell behind Chen Mo, waiting for him to pick them up.
"Thank you, grandpa!" Lin Yuqin hurriedly bowed and pulled Chen Mo to thank him too, but Liu Changqing raised his hand and declined: "I hope you are sincere."
Chen Mo quickly pretended to be frightened and said, "Master, please don't say that."
Liu Changqing glanced at him sideways: "Do you still call me Master?"
After hearing this, Lin Yuqin's mind went blank. When she lowered her head, her beautiful eyes could not suppress the joy.
Chen Mo scratched his head and asked: "Then...Senior Liu?"
Liu Changqing said: "You can do whatever you want, but I will only demonstrate the next sword technique once. It's up to you how much you can remember."
After saying that, Liu Changqing stepped forward and his body was already flying in the air. He was still holding the branch just now, and shouted to Chen Mo on the ground: "There are eleven styles in the "Huaying Sword Manual", and I will only teach you six. Shiki, look carefully!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Changqing made a beautiful sword flower on his wrist, and the brown branch seemed to become a soft whip. As Master Liu's arm swung, it hit the empty space and caused a sonic explosion.
'Boo...' The void suddenly fluctuated.
This is just the beginning. After holding the sword for more than three hundred years, Master Liu has long been accustomed to turning decay into magic. The branch evolved into a long whip, and then, two eyes grew out of its beginning, seemingly spying on this. The magic of the world.
At this time, the sword technique is no longer under Liu Changqing's control. It can always thrust out at incredible angles, and at the same time, the tail end protects the caster himself. The tiger's fangs, the lion's fight, and the sword curl up with the sword technique. The cold light suddenly appeared, and the murderous intention hidden in the sword for the first time finally arrived.
'Bang! 'A sound resounded throughout the sky and spread over a distance of more than ten feet. Chen Mo finally understood the reason why his master did not demonstrate on the ground.
At the same time, the branches of a vine vaguely appeared behind Liu Changqing.
The second time...the third time...Liu Changqing was no longer a master with the sword, but became a calligrapher with ink. Every stroke he made was almost stained with the blood of the enemy. The four swords looked back and pointed at the place where they were originally pierced. It can actually detonate a lot of sword energy again!
As the number of vines increased, at the moment when the sixth sword ended, the plants behind Liu Changqing twisted around like crazy and fell into the void.
Liu Changqing returned gracefully. The branch folded back and fell down a section of the eaves, and fell to the ground with a crash.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded. Whether it was the superposition of sword energy in the first stage or the entanglement of sword marks in the second stage, it was an eye-opener for him!
Can the flying sword still be used like this? !
Chen Mo only felt a sense of insignificance. He originally thought that he was already very powerful, but he didn't expect that in front of the masters, he was really sitting in a well and looking at the sky. In the end, the master casually cut down the eaves. Without more than fifty years of Taoism, it is absolutely impossible. Made it!
Liu Changqing suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of foundation building throughout the process. He did not use Chen Mo as a target, and all his attacks fell into the empty space. It was because he knew very well that even if he used a tree branch, Chen Mo would never be his opponent, and he could easily kill him if he was not careful. he.
This is the case in the early stage of foundation building. What about Liu Changqing's original cultivation level in the middle stage of pill formation? What if the tree branch was replaced by a low-grade magic weapon? What are the five moves behind Huayingjian like?
Chen Mo didn't dare to think about it and didn't want to think about it.
Liu Changqing threw over a thick jade slip at this moment.
"This is the Dharma of the first six movements, including the mental Dharma, and..."
Before Liu Changqing finished speaking, a melodious and heavy sound of bell ringing suddenly came from outside the back mountain.
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
