Sword God

Open the door and walk in. It is a boxy room with no tables and no chairs. There is a futon on the ground. An unfolded picture hangs on the wall in front of five meters. It is two meters long and one meter wide. There is only one The pattern of the sword, on the left wall, hung a long chronograph water leak.

Chen Zong's eyes were immediately attracted, and he walked step by step to sit on the futon.

"Chongshan Sword Illustration..." Chen Zong read out the four black fonts at the top of the sword illustration one by one, each with thick ink and penetrating through the paper, and implying a sharp edge and extraordinary momentum.

"Can it be the sword of refining the mind left by the real person of Chongshan?"

The seven ancestral ancestors of the Real Sword Academy, one of which was named Chongshan, was called the Chongshan Swordsman before the Seventh Real Martial Realm.

If this pair of refining mind swords were left by the real person of Chongshan, then the other six refining mind swords in the refining chamber would be left by the other six patriarchs.

Time is precious. Chen Zongxian closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and became long and slow. The distractions in his mind were eliminated. The whole person calmed down completely, and his mental will was also highly concentrated.

The eyelids were raised, and a sharp burst of light emerged from the pupil, approaching Chongshan Jiantu.

The sword drawn on the sword picture is black, wide and thick. It is a heavy sword. It is very realistic. The details are vivid and lifelike. It seems that it is really a black heavy sword embedded on it.

I don't know whether it is because of the strong spiritual will of Chen Zong, or the mystery of the Chongshan Jiantu itself. After three breaths, Chen Zong immediately felt that the Chongshan Jiantu changed under his eyes.

Slowly it became distorted, and then the black epee seemed to break away from the sword figure, emitting a terrible sword pressure.

heavy!

Like a mountain crackdown.

Sharp edge!

There is also a sharp edge in the heavy, like a mountain made up of countless swords, a sword mountain.

Chen Zong’s pupils contracted, and he was almost forced to look away. Fortunately, his spiritual will was far superior to the Qi and Blood Martial Artist. Some warriors.

Chongshan Jiantu continuously exuded a heavy and sharp sword pressure, which turned into an invisible sword gas, and one after another pushed towards Chen Zong, splitting on Chen Zong's spiritual will, there was a feeling of being torn and shattered, let Chen Zong thought of the great horror that had previously fought against the horror will of the ancient monster Beast Chijin Sabertooth Tiger.

Feeling his spiritual will, under the pressure of the black epee sword, it was crumbling and almost broken into countless. Chen Zong not only did not panic, but he was warlike.

"I'm like a sword and a thousand hammers!"

"No matter how strong you are, you can only condense your mind."

"Hundreds are made into iron and thousands are made into steel!"

This is a confrontation on the level of spiritual will, which is more stressful than when facing the blue wolf king.

The pressure of the sword emanating from Chongshan Jiantu was heavy like a mountain. It was pressed on the spiritual will, making Chen Zong feel unable to breathe. The whole person seemed to be pressed into the ground and into the endless abyss, sinking forever.

This is the destruction of spiritual will, but also the sharpening of spiritual will.

Wholeheartedly, keep your will and fight with all your strength.

Everything disappeared all around, except for the horror black epee in front of me. As time passed, Chen Zong felt the pressure of the black epee exuding, as if he was getting stronger and stronger.

In fact, it is not that the sword pressure of the Black Epee is getting stronger and stronger, but that Chen Zong's mental will is constantly consumed in the confrontation, and becomes weaker and weaker.

"No, it must stop."

"No, I'm okay, continue to insist."

"No, keep it up, my mental will may collapse and be injured, and it will take a long time to recover."

"No, I haven't reached the limit, I can continue to bear it."

Between shaking and firmness again and again, Chen Zong continued to confront and persist, his mental will was constantly consumed, and he was also unknowingly tempered.

Seems to be refined, to remove impurities.

I don't know how long it has been in the past. Chen Zong knows that he has really reached the limit. It is not an illusion. If he continues to fight, it will only damage his mental will.

Closing his eyes, an extremely sour and tingling sensation permeated away. The eyes were swollen and very uncomfortable, but everything in front of him disappeared, and Chen Zong was dizzy. That was the result of reaching the limit of mental will.

There is no idea, just sit like that, and let the spiritual will recover on its own.

The perfect and leak-free body of Qi and Blood Realm once again showed an amazing effect. The mental will recovered at an extraordinary speed, only about half a quarter of an hour, the groggy feeling completely disappeared, and the stinging and swollen eyes also recovered. .

"This feeling……"

"Spiritual will really condensed a lot, and it has been further integrated, and it seems to have been strengthened."

Chen Zong's face was bright, and the effect of watching the sword of refining Italy was more obvious than he thought.

"If you come back a few times, maybe your spiritual will will become more harmonious."

"I don't know how long I persisted?" Chen Zong looked at the chronograph water leak on the left for more than half an hour, because he closed his eyes when he ended the confrontation and was dizzy and did not go to see it. I feel that there should be no less than a quarter of an hour.

With a hint of joy, Chen Zong got up. Although his spiritual will was restored to more than half, it was not suitable for continuing to watch the sword of refining the mind.

"Sister Chen, how do you feel?" He Tielin asked Chen Zong when he saw him coming out, his face slightly whitish.

"Fortunately." Chen Zong smiled: "Thank you Brother He for your concern."

"How long does it persist?" He Tielin asked again.

"Dizzy, I can't pay attention." Chen Zong also replied: "Brother He, I'll say goodbye and go back to rest."

"It's impossible to persevere for a quarter of an hour with Qi and Qi." Looking at Chen Zong's back, He Tielin whispered to himself, his eyes flashed with a hint of fineness: "However, he can get the qualification of a formal disciple, which is stronger than most The qi and blood environment is stronger, and the spiritual will will be stronger. Even if it is not as good as practicing strength, there will not be too much gap. Such a person has considerable potential and is worth my friendship."

After the spiritual will is completely restored, Chen Zong can feel the progress of the spiritual will.

On the third day, Chen Zong went to Lianyitang again, still managed by He Tielin.

"Brother Chen, it is said that every time you watch the sword picture is different, the effect of refining the spiritual will will be better." He Tielin laughed.

After paying 100,000 white jade money, Chen Zong entered the refining room again, but this time he entered another room.

"Golden sword picture..."

"This should be what Jin Feng has left behind."

The sword on the gold front sword figure is golden, and its length is similar to that of the heavy mountain sword figure, but the narrow body of the sword is extremely sharp, revealing a sharp edge that is unbreakable. It seems that there is nothing under the sky that can block its sharp edge.

The feeling of watching Jinfeng sword picture and watching Chongshan sword picture is completely different. It seems that the sword is pierced and cut again and again by the sharp and extreme sword. The spiritual will seems to be lingering. The pain is beyond description, almost collapsed. , But the effect is equally obvious.

After another day of rest, Chen Zong entered the refining room again.

This time, it is not the Chongshan sword figure nor the Jinfeng sword figure, but the Xuanbing sword figure.

"Xuan Bing sword figure?"

"Xuan Bing is left by real people."

"Is this Xuan Bing real person and Xuan Bingzi the same person?"

Chen Zong couldn't help but think of the "Little Sword Classic" given to her by Yun Yun, which was written by a master swordsman named Xuan Bingzi, but she didn't know whether Xuan Bingzi and Xuan Bing were the same person.

The sword on the figure of Xuan Bing Sword is blue and white all over the body, like a cold ice casting, exuding an amazing chill, as if to freeze Chen Zong's spiritual will, withstand the pain of three feet of freezing.

The sword figure I watched for the fourth time was different. It was a fiery sword figure. The whole body was red, like a burning sword. It made Chen Zong feel that his spiritual will was thrown into the burning fire, and even burned with his body. The whole person will burn up and turn into ashes.

The sword picture I watched for the fifth time was the Shuiyue sword picture, a moon-white long sword, and the sword body seemed to have water waves and lifelike. Compared with the previous four sword pictures, the water moon sword picture did not make Chen Zong feel the most Painful, but it made Chen Zong the most fearful, because under the influence of Shuiyue Jiantu, Chen Zong's spiritual will seemed to fall into a dream, disappeared, and almost couldn't wake up.

Regarding the danger, the five sword figures should be the water moon sword figure.

As for the other two sword figures, Chen Zong has not watched it, nor knows exactly what it is, so it cannot be compared with the Shuiyue sword figure.

Time flies. Chen Zong had to take a day off after watching a sword figure from the beginning. Now he can watch today and continue watching tomorrow. This represents the enhancement and perfection of spiritual will.

The sixth picture of the sword is a picture of a hurricane sword, a cyan long sword. The sword's body seems to be entangled by a hurricane. Under the confrontation, Chen Zong seems to be able to hear the hurricane roar. Strangle.

"I feel that my spiritual will is far from perfect, only the last step."

"After reading the last picture of the sword, maybe my spiritual will will be able to converge, and then I will be ready to refine my inner strength."

Secretly, Chen Zong pushed open the door of the courtyard, but found that someone was striding forward.

"Brother Chen Zongchen, my name is Yang Jingzhi, is from Liumen. After observation, I found that you are talented and qualified to join me in Liumen. I came to tell you specifically." His eyes were cold, with oppressive fine-grained tone, and the tone was determined to seem to have an unquestionable power.

Where there are people, there is fighting. This is human nature, and even the warriors who hold powerful forces strengthen this nature.

In the Real Sword Academy, there are some small forces created by the disciples themselves, Liumen is one of them. The Real Sword Academy does not oppose this practice, but believes that such an approach can better promote competition between disciples. .

"You only need to pay an entry fee of one million white jade, and since then, it is my brother of Liumen." Yang Jingzhi said again, not waiting for Chen Zong to answer.

Chen Zong suddenly realized that it was known that he frequently entered Lianyitang recently and was considered to be a fat sheep. Now he is coming to slaughter himself.