Sword God

On the Magic Sword Peak, a hundred thousand meters away from the side of the sword palace, there is an eagle's mouth cliff, on which some people are practicing the sword.

When Chen Zong leaned to a certain distance, he stopped again, and did not continue to move forward, lest disturbing the sword-thinking man, who had a sky-blue sword robe and long hair scattered naturally, with a sword in his hand, seemed Slow, but there is also a feeling of speed, making the sword light a little more indescribable hazy illusion.

Layers of azure halo permeated all around, and it was hard to tell the truth.

Looking at it, Chen Zong suddenly awakened and looked away, or else he would continue to look at it, and there would be a feeling that the mind and mind would be shaken as if to be drawn into a certain illusion.

After a few breaths, Chen Zong turned his head to look again, and saw the hazy and psychedelic azure sword light, which filled the surroundings, a breath full of illusions, also spread all around, directly covering a large area.

Chen Zong felt that the breath of illusion in this swordsmanship was much better than the seventh floor of Qianhuanlou, otherwise he would not be able to resist it.

After looking at it for a while, Chen Zong had to look away again, out of the feeling of falling into the illusion, recovering after a few breaths, and looking again.

The opponent's swordsmanship looks very good, at least better than himself, however, it is not so smart that he can not understand.

What made Chen Zong really surprised was the kind of breath, illusory breath.

Each sword is filled with a breath of fantasy, as if each sword can create an illusion, which feels very strange.

This seems to be no longer pure swordsmanship. It seems to have left the category of swordsmanship and reached a higher level. It faintly brought an indescribable touch to Chen Zong.

For a time, Chen Zong was very irritable and wanted to give it a try, because he felt that only by giving it a try would he be able to truly appreciate the mystery.

It's just that if it's not an enemy, if it is shot without permission, it is a kind of disrespect, which is not Chen Zong's principle.

Seeing what Chen Zong thought, suddenly, a violent sky-blue sword light killed him.

In this case, Chen Zong let go of all his worries, the sword came out in a flash, and the sword counterattacked and killed.

At the moment of Jianguang's confrontation, Chen Zong only felt the blink of an eye, the other party disappeared, and he seemed to appear in a mountain of green water without enemies.

However, a sense of crisis broke out for no reason, and the power of the mind was trembling, and the pattern of the heart was also trembling, so that Chen Zong woke up, a touch of sword light, I did not know when he had crossed his sword Straight to the point, very close.

Chen Zong was shocked, and reacted quickly. His body quickly backed away, and at the same time he cut a sword again.

The moment the sword light touched, Chen Zong felt that the sword in front of him disappeared, and he appeared in a place where the magma was burning, the breath was very fierce, as if he wanted to burn himself into coke.

phantom!

All illusions!

Every moment a sword touches, an illusion will appear, and when Chen Zong breaks the illusion, the opponent's sword has already been killed.

Even Chen Zongsheng felt that the other party had no intention to kill, otherwise, the first sword was enough to kill himself. The other party seemed to be letting him observe the sword art, a more inscrutable sword art. Kind of inspiration and guidance.

One sword after another, each sword will bring Chen Zong to an illusion, but Chen Zong will also break away from the illusion in an instant.

It's just that a mere illusion is enough to kill Chen Zong.

fencing!

Chen Zongshi exhibited extremely superior swordsmanship and fully demonstrated what he had learned. He found that as long as his sword did not collide with the opponent's sword, he would not be affected by illusions.

But that's difficult, because the opponent's swordsmanship is also superb and better than himself.

See the happy heart!

Even if he was under a disadvantage, Chen Zong was very tenacious and tenacious, without any feeling of being defeated. He broke out from the disadvantage again and again, but fell into the disadvantage again and again, forming a cycle.

If the person is not determined enough, in the face of such failures, it is estimated that he will feel frustrated, frustrated, and finally give up, but Chen Zong will not, forcibly support the feeling of fatigue and weakness, and show swordsmanship again and again. To sharpen and improve oneself in swordsmanship.

Pressure is the motivation to improve oneself.

Perseverance!

Chen Zong is grateful to Daddy Chen's teachings to herself when she was a child: self-improvement!

At that time, he was weak in blood and hard to practice, but he was not reconciled. Dad constantly encouraged himself and kept himself a belief of self-improvement, which had been rooted in the heart, body and soul.

Because of this, on the road ahead and in the years, Chen Zong continued to move forward, and encountered setbacks and difficulties again and again, but he did not feel discouraged and gave up. By crossing and tempering himself, he has become more tenacious.

The illusion disappeared and seemed to be broken. When Chen Zong recovered, the other party's sword did not know when it would be sheathed.

Slightly stunned, Chen Zong's sword was also subconsciously sheathed. Only the person in the sky blue robe in front of the sword was looking at himself with a smile.

It looks like a young man, and it looks like a middle-aged person, and his eyes seem to contain a touch of subtle green awns, a bit illusory, like being reflected in the water, as if all Everything is reflected in, together with the figure of Chen Zong.

Very wonderful feeling.

"Younger Chen Zong, have seen seniors." Chen Zong immediately performed the sword ceremony.

"You...very good." The other party said, his voice sounded like a cool breeze, with an unspeakable illusion, which would affect those who are not strong enough.

However, Chen Zong's spirit is very strong, and has reached the second level, so it is not affected.

"But I don't know what sent the senior to sum up the junior?" Chen Zong asked. It was completely certain that the other party wanted to see himself.

"My name is Wu Wuyi." Instead of saying what was going on to summon Chen Zong, the other party said his name first.

"Mo Wuyi!" Chen Zong was shocked, and suddenly realized.

At that time, in the Daomeng's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I got a book named "Mo Wuyi's Sword Practice", which was inspired by it, and successfully separated the heart of the sword into the complete way of the heart. And Kendo, let yourself embark on the path of cosmic practice.

Before the disciple conference began, Chen Zong heard that ten thousand years ago, a tribe had won the thirteenth place, and that person was named Mo Wuyi.

When Chen Zong's cultivation practice was promoted to the realm of gods, he heard the list of Tianjiang generals, and also knew that there was a human race in the Daomeng League, which ranked fourth in the Tianjiang list, and it was Mo Wuyi.

Mo Wuyi is his name, he also has a title, the king of fantasy swords.

In the universe, the fifth realm can be called king.

There is no doubt that Mo Wuyi left a very deep impression in Chen Zong's heart.

Chen Zong remembers very clearly that in the book "Mo Wuyi's Sword Practice", Mo Wuyi once said that he is a magic sword, divided into a complete magic sword and a sword sword.

Then what the other side is doing should be a kind of swordsmanship that incorporates the mysterious Taoism.

"The emperor of the Yuan Emperor mentioned me to you not long ago, and I have also paid attention to some of your situations." Mo Wuyi said Xu Buji: "You are better than I was then."

As he said, Mo Wuyi turned around and walked toward the protruding eagle beak, carrying his hands to face the sea of ​​clouds, and a deep and unpredictable breath spread out, and the breath spread around, covering one side, suddenly, full Unreal and blurred colors.

"Your sword skills can be respected among your peers." Mo Wuyi said again: "But your sword skills have reached a bottleneck."

"Yes, please ask seniors to give pointers." Chen Zong's eyes lighted up and he responded immediately.

I feel that the sword technique performed by the opponent is obviously higher than his own, but it is not beyond many, it is still at the same level, but it is more efficient.

However, the kind of power contained in the opponent's swordsmanship, mysterious and unpredictable, is not what he can possess.

It's amazing!

Mo Wuyi is the strongest in the fifth realm and the strongest king. He has already walked ahead of himself on the sword, and if he can get his instructions, he will only benefit himself without harm.

"Your sword technique has reached the ultimate level of basics. Although it can continue to improve, it is still within the scope of the basic sword technique. It is not a qualitative change." Mo Wuyi turned his back to Chen Zong, facing the sea of ​​clouds, and said: Above the basic swordsmanship, it is called Dadao swordsmanship."

"Dadao Sword Art." Chen Zong repeated.

It sounds much smarter than basic swordsmanship, and it seems to contain an unspeakable power.

"The so-called Dadao Swordsmanship is a true swordsmanship, and other Dao and Kendo fusion techniques." Mo Wuyi said, sounding somewhat inscrutable.

"Fusion!" Chen Zong captured these two words.

"Nothing wrong, the strength foundation of Dadao swordsmanship is the swordsmanship after the fusion of Dadao strength." Mo Wuyi's tone was full of affirmation.

Chen Zong couldn't help being excited.

The fusion of avenue power is not a superposition.

Superposition is the superposition of forces. One plus one equals two. Fusion is a change that will exceed one plus one equals two.

The power after fusion will generally become stronger and more amazing.

Dadao Swordsmanship is the applied skill of the fusion power of Dadao. Chen Zong understands this basically according to the facts.

So the question is coming, what should we do to break through the basic swordsmanship and reach the level of Dadao swordsmanship?

This is where the focus lies. Chen Zong hopes Mo Wuyi can give him advice.

Mo Wuyi didn't say anything, but just turned around in an instant, a pair of eyes filled with illusory blue, as if the clouds of the sky were floating, full of unparalleled mysterious atmosphere.

At that moment, his gaze came directly into Chen Zong's eyes. At that moment, Chen Zong shuddered, only to feel that everything in front of him disappeared, and there was a white piece in front of him, as if thick fog.

And he is falling constantly, just like falling from a height, and the vast white fog in front of him is constantly rising with his falling body shape.

This kind of feeling is like going against the current. For a time, Chen Zong couldn't tell whether he was falling or rushing upward.