Why? Where did I want to go?
He must miss Xueer and the others too much.
Ning Xiaotian shook his head quickly and pinched his eyebrows with two fingers to concentrate his thoughts. "I want to lift my weight of 150 kilograms directly through mental strength. I have to say that it is a bit unrealistic, at least not yet."
"Treat the sword as part of the body." Ning Xiaotian regained his composure and continued to chew on these words.
"If you use the sword as a part of your body when you swing it, so that you can use your fingers like an arm. Then when flying with a sword, do you have to do the opposite and assimilate your body into a part of the sword? In this way, isn't controlling the sword equivalent to controlling yourself?"
"This seems to be somewhat similar to the last move Sword Douluo used against Golden Crocodile Douluo that day."
Ning Xiaotian was thoughtful and his eyes brightened: "Looking at the situation that day, it seemed that he was integrating himself into the martial soul's true body, and then pressing the martial soul's true body into his body. It's a bit like the all-powerful power in the fairy tales of the previous life. Add my body, I am the sword, and the sword is my realm."
"I remember that after the move was completed, Sword Douluo's body was completely suspended in the air. When the sword thrust out, his body turned into flowing light, reaching the extreme. It felt as if he himself was the martial spirit, and the three-foot sword at his fingertips The body is the tip of the sword." A hint of longing appeared on Ning Xiaotian's face.
No way, that action is so cool!
"But I don't have a sword spirit, let alone a spirit body." As if something suddenly occurred to him, he twitched the corner of his mouth with a strange look on his face: "Why don't you try using the Sun Moon Star Tower in the future? I wonder if it can be used as a defense. For martial arts purposes."
The scene where he was wrapped in a huge white tower came to mind. The enemy couldn't be beaten, but he spiraled into the sky and sprinted to the top of the tower.
The picture is so beautiful, like a dream.
"Let's talk about it later." Ning Xiaotian shook his head.
"If I want to reach the level of Sword Douluo, my realm and cultivation are far from enough."
Ning Xiaotian pursed his lips and lowered his head to think: "However, if you just connect your soul and mental power closely with the flying sword, you can do it. After all, you are stepping directly on the flying sword, so the distance is close enough."
"Isn't this idea equivalent to establishing an energy cycle between the body and the flying sword? Well, it shouldn't waste much soul power and mental power. With my current state of distracted control, I feel like I can give it a try."
"I just don't know if I can make my body fly with the flying sword in this way." Ning Xiaotian frowned, then sneered, and said teasingly: "Haha, practice makes true knowledge, you won't know until you try it."
Just do it and think of it as exercising control.
"Let's restore the state first." Ning Xiaotian controlled the flying sword at his feet to return to the back of his head and sat down on the same spot.
Half an hour later, he stood up. With a thought, the flying sword behind his head circled around his feet again.
Ning Xiaotian closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and began to run the reincarnation technique, mobilizing the whole body's soul power to circulate rapidly in the body. At the same time, he activates the blessing of the soul bone on his head and wraps his whole body with mental power, so that he can observe every change in himself and control the flying sword distractedly.
When his condition was adjusted to its peak, he gently stepped forward with his right foot, firmly stepping on the sword.
As the soul power surges around the body, the soul power is pulled by the mental power and slowly flows from the feet to the sword body, and then spreads inward along the texture of the sword body. The feeling was like returning to the state of practicing soul power sword condensation on weekdays. The same sword body, the same texture, the same infusion of soul power, everything was so familiar, as if the flying sword at your feet was being transformed. Reshaped again.
"Huh? Why does it feel like putting on new shoes?" Ning Xiaotian was surprised and shook his feet subconsciously. The sword under his feet also swayed, as if it was stuck to the soles of his feet. "This feeling is really strange." He exclaimed in surprise.
"The next step is to actually stand up."
Ning Xiaotian breathed softly, stabilized his mind, and carefully controlled the flow of soul power in the flying sword. At the same time, he separated the soul power branch from it and extended it along the sword body, preparing for the arrival of the other foot and docking it.
Of course, he did not stand up immediately. Instead, he kept feeling the flow of soul power in his left foot and the flying sword in his mind, simulating over and over again the interaction between the soul power in his body and the soul power in the sword after he stood up with his left foot. It is necessary to ensure that the soul power can circulate quickly after the two come into contact.
After a while, he took out his left foot.
"Hey, hey. Hey."
In surprise, the flying sword under his feet shook violently from side to side, as if he wanted to throw him away, but the sword body seemed to be stuck to the sole of his foot and could not be thrown away.
Ning Xiaotian was surprised and happy, his pupils burst with infinite brilliance, and he exclaimed: "I'll go, I'm really flying."
"Stay steady." Ning Xiaotian swung his hands and tried hard to control his body balance. After a while, he finally stabilized his flying sword three fingers away from the ground. His face was pale, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. , as if he had a serious illness and was about to die.
"By the way, can you fly higher?"
He lowered his head and looked down, and it seemed that there was no difference between his heels directly on the floor.
"Take off!"
Ning Xiaotian gritted his teeth and mobilized his soul and mental power with all his strength, intending to drive Feijian up.
"I'll wipe it!" His head was buzzing like a mountain. Then there was a bang, and the flying swords under his feet dissipated instantly. Ning Xiaotian only felt that his feet were empty, and he fell backwards, landing on his buttocks. He covered his head with his hands and gasped for air.
"What's going on?" Ning Xiaotian was lying on the same spot, rubbing his temples, and his chest was rising and falling evenly.
After a while, his pale face was filled with a smile, and he murmured: "It seems that I still need to improve my proficiency. This impatience not only cuts off the soul power circulation between the body and Feijian, but also consumes mental power. It’s greatly aggravated. If you fly high in the sky in this state, it would be strange if you have to fall down and be eaten by a dog in case of an emergency.”
"We have to adapt to low-altitude flying first." Ning Xiaotian sighed.
Although the experiment was successful, this method of flying with a sword must not only maintain the circulation of soul power in the body, but also maintain the circulation of internal soul power while ensuring that the body of the flying sword is stable. In addition, spiritual power must be separated. Control the flight and use it in various battle situations in the future.
The more Ning Xiaotian thought about it, the more his scalp became numb. "It's much more difficult to become a proficient user of self-created soul skills than to practice soul power sword condensation." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "I feel like I'm almost dead from exhaustion."
"I don't know how Sword Douluo achieves flying with his sword. I should have asked about it from the beginning." Ning Xiaotian looked confused, feeling like he missed a hundred million. The best teacher is around, but he forgot to ask for advice.
"I'm exhausted, go to bed early tonight." Ning Xiaotian stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards the bathroom. On the way, I happened to encounter a peeping dog son and caught him. "Xiao Tian! It's time for you to take a shower."
"Woof woof woof" the little puppy swayed helplessly, but fate had already been pinched by its neck, and it was helpless.
The next day, morning light appeared.
Ning Xiaotian got up early and spent two quarters of an hour practicing the Purple Demon Eyes. He had no choice but to do so. After the sun appeared, the purple energy only lasted for a short time, and he was helpless.
It can only be accumulated bit by bit.
Get up and practice fist and sword strikes as usual.
Practicing sword flying was too mentally taxing, so he decided to practice it at night and fall asleep when he was tired.
"Hey!" Outside the hotel door, two carriages slowly stopped.
"Second Master, here we are, the best hotel in Gengxin City is this one." On the first carriage, a middle-aged man wearing golden leather armor tightened the reins, turned to look inside the carriage, and said, "It is said that The golden warrior also lives here."
Before she finished speaking, a cheerful female voice came from inside the car: "We're finally here. I've been suffocated all this way. Let's go in and eat first. If we have anything to say, we'll talk about it at the dinner table." After saying that, she lifted the car curtain and took the lead. Jump out.
Without waiting for anyone to respond, he spotted the hotel door and walked in.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man also jumped out of the carriage. Looking at the back of the woman in front of him, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Let's go, everyone has been riding in the carriage for several days, and we really deserve a good rest and a good meal." ”
"Yes!" The man handed the reins to the hotel attendant who came to receive him with a reserved look. He waved to his companions who had gotten off the carriage, and together they followed the middle-aged man into the hotel.
"Oh my god. Why are the people from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus family coming to Gengxin City?" The attendant watched the few people go away, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and muttered: "Could it be that they are also here to see the Golden Warriors? For competition?”
"Fortunately, the boss had the foresight to reserve a few good guest rooms, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with people from such a big background." Several young men who were looking after the carriage were called, and the waiter trotted into the hotel.
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(End of chapter)
