Sword God

"There are four tips for swordsmanship: fast, accurate, stable and ruthless!"

"Only fast, can it be unprepared to attack its unprepared, which is unpredictable."

"The only thing is that we can make a hundred successes and never shift."

"Only stability, can you not lose your hand, easy to handle."

"Only ruthless, can the enemy be killed and thorny."

If you look at it again, it is more intuitive than Chen Chuyun’s verbal teaching, and it brings more strong touches. However, at present, Chen Zong is only practicing the three-character tips, and the ruthless character tips have not been really practiced.

Read it carefully, as well as the explanation and training method of the four-character formula, turn to the last one, there is a down payment-Xuan Bingzi in the lower right corner!

"Xuan Bingzi?"

"Who is this?"

"No matter who it is, to be able to write such small sword scriptures, it must be a master of swordsmanship." Chen Zong's heart appeared a trace of admiration.

On the second day, Chen Zong still came out of Chen Chuyun’s courtyard, but the courtyard door was closed and stood in front of the door for a long time. Chen Zong turned and left. He secretly decided that one day he would live in this courtyard. Inside.

May 20, 395, the true martial calendar.

A corner of the martial arts field.

"Chen Zong, take the knife."

The flash of the knife flashed into a continuous trend, as if the waterfall was slashing.

Faster, faster, more fierce!

Chen Zong made the sword, and the swordsmanship of the Three Realms of Reality alternated in an instant. Under continuous transformation, he failed to crush Chen Fenghua's sword light, but was forced to retreat a few steps.

Chen Fenghua continued to produce knives, and the serial swordsmanship of the consummation was endless. If the waves of the sea were turbulent, one wave after another, Chen Zong kept waving his sword, but he could only keep going backwards.

After pushing Chen Zong back ten steps, Chen Fenghua's knife converged, and he closed the knife.

"Ha ha ha ha, Chen Zong, I finally repulsed you." Chen Fenghua smiled with a smile on his face, it was difficult to see the usual calm appearance.

"Congratulations." Chen Zong didn't feel frustrated at all, but instead smiled. From Chen Fenghua's knife, he saw that the opponent's cultivation practice had broken through, reaching the fourth level of Qi and Blood and becoming a warrior.

Only in this way can Chen Fenghua exert his strength and make the serial knife more powerful.

"Chen Zong, practice well, and strive to break through as soon as possible." Chen Fenghua patted Chen Zong's shoulder, and said in an old-fashioned manner, quite proud.

There was no way. At that time, he was confident, but he was defeated by Chen Zongjian eight times in a row. The blow was not small. Now he became a warrior one step earlier than Chen Zong. The sourness in his heart cannot be expressed.

May 25, 395, the true martial calendar.

Chen Yong, who always had a face on his face, and Chen Ying, who had sharp eyes, came together.

"Congratulations." Chen Zong was the first to speak. From the look and breath of the two, Chen Zong judged that both of them had broken through and reached the fourth level of Qi and Blood to become a warrior.

"Huh, Chen Zong, I'm one step ahead of you." Chen Yingjiao snorted.

"It finally beats you once." Chen Yong smiled.

Then they left.

Chen Zong couldn't help but be speechless. How badly these four people were beaten by themselves. When they broke through, they came to find him.

"You all refined the blood gas four times, and although I was one step slower, but at least six times, I will still be able to beat you." Chen Zong thought of defeating the four of them again in the future. In one scene, a smile appeared involuntarily.

"It's fast, I have a hunch, and soon, my blood will be able to complete the sixth pass of tempering."