The old man didn't have a knife in his hand.
Because he himself is the sharpest knife.
If Lin Xi still couldn't recognize who the old man in front of him was, then the memories of Bai Fan, Long Ye, and Chu Yang would be in vain.
"Senior Dao Kuang! Please give me some advice!" Lin Xi said.
Sword madman Yan Yu was a man who once held a sword and made the world tremble.
But his era is destined to have come to an end long ago.
He has also fought passionately and fought, and he did not hesitate to be the enemy of the world for a belief.
But in the end, he did not lose to tangible things, but to time.
The indifference of time will eventually make a person see clearly that all his efforts seem to be in vain.
The sudden rise of 'Bai Fan' surprised him.
It was Yan Yu, the sword maniac, who saw a faint light in Lin Xi, so he summoned such a group of sword cultivators to demonstrate various sword techniques for Lin Xi in the Emperor Wu Temple.
"There's nothing to teach you. There's only one sword. You should take good care of it. Look in your eyes and remember it in your heart, but never imitate it." After saying that, he stretched out a single palm.
"The fingers are used as swords, the palms are used as sabers, and when one takes off the saber, it turns into a palm... to chop!" Yan Yu waved his palm and slashed with one palm.
Boom!
Outside the temple, above the sky, there was a sudden bolt from the blue.
The sky seemed to be cut open wildly and fiercely by a giant blade.
This sword has the potential to open the sky.
Yan Yu put away her palms, then shook her head: "Old! Old! If the knife had struck out, this temple would have collapsed, but now it is intact."
Some people in the Emperor Wu Temple were puzzled.
Wouldn't this be better?
This shows that Yan Yu's use of strength is more heartfelt and meticulous. Wherever he needs to exert all his strength, he does not save at all, and where he does not need to expend strength, he does not leak at all.
Lin Xi felt vaguely.
Whether or not the Emperor Wu Temple is destroyed has no substantial impact on Yan Yu's sword.
It's just that... Yan Yu back then might not have cared so much or scrupled so much, so he could be fearless with that knife and dare to challenge all authority.
But now, this sword has lost its "spirit", and only the power of subtle control is left. It seems perfect, but in fact it is lacking.
"Do you understand this sword?" Yan Yu looked at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi nodded first, then shook his head.
If we say that most of the sword cultivators in the Emperor Wu Temple still use their sword skills to give full play to the characteristics of their respective weapons.
Yan Yu's sword clearly reached the realm of imitating heaven and earth.
Yan Yu's move of turning a sword into a palm imitated the most domineering thunder in the world.
With one strike of the knife, a bolt of thunder pierced the sky and tore the sky apart.
That is both an extreme force and an extreme technique.
Lin Xi nodded, precisely because he saw this clearly.
But he shook his head because he didn't understand why Yan Yu took off his sword and replaced it with his palm.
Indeed, people are swords, and swords are people, which seems to make sense.
But this is not the case...knives...or all weapons. They are artifacts summed up from the wisdom, experience, blood and bones of our ancestors in the process of human beings fighting against nature and all things. They are a continuation, not just a symbol.
Throwing away the weapon and only taking its symbol is actually a deviation from the right path.
Just like most sword cultivators, although they say that the sword and man are one, they don’t have a sword in their hands, but they have a sword in their hearts. But he is always looking for various materials to build better and more powerful swords.
A good weapon's bonus to a monk is by no means as simple as one plus one.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" Yan Yu asked.
Then he went on to say: "This is why I asked you not to learn from me."
"The path of sword cultivators is very complicated. Unlike many sword cultivators, there is a path to be found. Most of the famous sword cultivators are not pure. Just like Song Siping, who ascended to the realm and broke through the realm more than 6,000 years ago, his Although his sword skills are superb, his formations, alchemy skills, spells, and deduction skills are all equally powerful and have reached their peak. He is not famous for his sword, the sword... is just a means he uses. He does not This path has not been raised to a sufficient height."
Lin Xi nodded as he listened.
He knew this.
It’s not that there aren’t strong people who use swords.
The reason why swords can compete is because among melee weapons, the users of these two weapons are most likely to be able to overwhelm the strong ones for a while.
The problem is that there are traces to follow in sword cultivation.
There are many sword immortals who can be named, standing at the top of this road, like the scorching sun in the sky, guiding the way for those who come after.
They believe that one sword can defeat all laws, and they believe in being honest with the sword in their hands and not looking elsewhere.
However, strong men in sword cultivation can wear many identities at the same time, and their ways are not pure.
They cannot point out a direction for those who come after them to move forward step by step.
"I once thought about giving up the form of the sword, but retaining this will, turning the sword into a palm, so that it can be accepted by more people. To create a path for sword cultivation..."
"But I was wrong! When I took off the sword and used it as my palm, at that time... was it really the sword technique that I used? Or was it just a palm technique that looked like a sword technique?" Yan Yu's eyes flashed with confusion.
Lin Xi couldn't give him an answer.
In fact, Lin Xi felt a little guilty.
To be honest, he is just a user, as long as it is beneficial to him... In fact, he doesn't care whether he uses a knife, a sword or other means.
Of course, if Lin Xi is affected by the memory in the human soul such as Chu Yang and others, Lin Xi can indeed enter a certain state of 'real sword cultivation' for a short period of time.
Lin Xi closed his eyes, as if he was still feeling Yan Yu's knife blow just now.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
The black long knife in his hand suddenly struck out.
Crack!
It was like thunder stirring up and breaking the roof of the temple.
The bright, flamboyant, fierce, and domineering sword light tore through the clouds, as if it was about to shatter the sky.
Lin Xi actually imitated Yan Yu's sword strike and restored it to a pure sword technique.
"There is no road ahead, then cut a way. If you don't know how to go, then follow me." Lin Xi said with a knife in hand, standing in the long wind that poured in, with his long hair flying.
Yan Yu and everyone in the temple just looked at Lin Xi.
Then Yan Yu took the lead and saluted Lin Xi with his knife.
"That's it... please!"
Boom!
The chopped clouds began to turn into raindrops and fall.
The heavy rain covered the rugged and strange mountains.
Lin Xi stood in the rain and looked into the distance.
"Now... everyone seems to have become the leader of sword cultivators. I wonder... how much jealousy will I gain if the news spreads this time? Hey... I won't wait until I return to the Chaos Tide to become Be jealous of the Demon Lord!”
"No! If this continues, I will become a partial eclipse!"
“You have to have a balanced diet!”
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Xi, who looked domineering, aloof, and strong, was thinking about something that no one could guess.
