Although it is summer in the Dongfu training ground, the temperature on the top of the mountain is still extremely low.
Standing there, Meng Chuan drew the knife with his right hand without warning, and saw the light of the knife turn into thunder and disappear in a flash.
This knife made Meng Chuan shake his head slightly: "Senior Guo Ke's second knife of the heart knife style, with one move, the light of the knife and the thunder are condensed to the extreme, the thunder blasts through the void, the void distorts where it passes, and the distance changes. Dozens The distance of ten feet, under the distortion of the void, becomes less than one foot. The distance is shortened by dozens of times, which also means that the knife is dozens of times faster! Moreover, the trajectory of the knife technique is difficult to find, and its power is much more terrifying than mine."
"In front of this knife, I am afraid that I will die with one move."
Senior Guo Ke rehearsed the five swords of mind sword, the first sword is the easiest, he understood 90% of it at a glance, and he understood everything after careful thinking. The level of the third knife is too exaggerated, I can't understand it myself! Not to mention the fourth and fifth cuts.
That is to say, the "heart knife style second knife" is most suitable for self-enlightenment today.
"It's more restrained when you use the sword?" Meng Chuan thought about it, and tried to cut it out again. The ten-foot field allowed him to clearly see his own sword technique, and he shook his head slightly dissatisfied and continued to practice.
Immersed in cultivation, I forgot about time.
With no other distractions, he focused on practicing sword skills.
In the past, he groped and practiced purely by describing in words and drawing. Now that the entire sword technique inheritance is engraved in my mind, there are too many ideas to try.
Some ideas have been tried for a long time and still fail.
Some thought again and again, and finally succeeded.
Every time he succeeds, a little bit of improvement in the knife technique fills Meng Chuan with joy. It is very fascinating to be able to clearly feel that one's sword skills are getting better and better, and the accumulation is getting deeper and deeper.
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One day two days three days...
Meng Chuan only has sword skills in his heart! I was thinking about sword skills when I was eating, and I was thinking about sword skills when I was forced to take a bath by Qiyue, and I was thinking about sword skills before going to bed.
He even forgot to draw every day! I also forgot to cultivate my true essence every day! Forget it all...
Apart from eating and sleeping, he was just practicing the knife.
"In the past, Achuan chatted with me for a long time at dinner. Now, he would hum twice during dinner." Liu Qiyue couldn't help smiling as she watched Meng Chuan run to the martial arts training ground by himself after dinner. For so many years, she hadn't discovered that Meng Chuan was so crazy, but she was still very happy in her heart. She knew that now is the time when Meng Chuan is advancing by leaps and bounds, and there should be no interference in the slightest.
"Lord Liu Qiyue, there is someone outside asking to see you." Manager Liu was very respectful.
"oh?"
Liu Qiyue came to the gate of the cave, and saw a common middle-aged man, who respectfully said: "Master Liu Qiyue, please go to Chixue Cliff tomorrow at noon, and witness that the senior of the demon 'Chang Yong' named Kerchi Blood Cliff."
"Senior brother Chang Yong is dead?" Liu Qiyue was slightly taken aback.
The name Chixueya is engraved, which means that the gods and demons died, and their names were engraved for the respect of the descendants of the Yuan Dynasty.
The twenty-eighth of every month is a fixed day, and the gods and demons of Yuanchu Mountain who died in battle during this month will be named Chixueya on this day.
"This month, there are no other gods and demons who want to be named Chixueya?" Liu Qiyue asked again.
"Yes, only senior Chang Yong." After finishing speaking, the ordinary middle-aged man retreated respectfully.
"Brother Chang Yong..." Liu Qiyue frowned slightly. Of course she knew the list of disciples of Yuanchu Mountain in recent years. Among the gods and demons in the Yuan Dynasty, they were considered long-lived.
Liu Qiyue was in a bad mood every time she went to witness the death of her fellow family name Kerchixueya, but she got used to it after going up the mountain for so many years.
Because every year at least a few gods and demons die in battle, and as many as twenty or thirty gods and demons die in battle, it is really too much to see, and she has been able to face all this relatively calmly.
"Achuan is practicing swordsmanship like a madman now, and he said that he will not be disturbed in any way." Liu Qiyue looked in the direction of the martial arts field from a distance, and through the gate of the courtyard, he could see Meng Chuan sitting there in a daze, "I won't tell you about this. him."
The absence of two or three times of 'Mingkerchi Blood Cliff' will not have any impact on the entire human race. But interrupting Meng Chuan's crazy practice will cause Meng Chuan to be disturbed a lot. Even the Venerable specifically entrusted him not to participate in anything.
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In the training ground.
Meng Chuan sat there, seemingly in a daze, but in fact he kept thinking in his mind. When he was thinking about a cup of tea, he would stand up, perform a few more saber techniques, and then sit down in confusion and continue to think.
He has practiced "Xinyi Dao" for nearly eleven years, and it is the first time he has obtained the inheritance of artistic conception. There are too many aspects to verify and try.
Day by day, the accumulation is getting deeper and deeper! The knife technique is also changing rapidly.
On the twenty-third of July.
Meng Chuan drew his sword in an instant, and the light of the knife turned into a flash of thunder, which was quite dazzling. The light of the knife that was restrained to the extreme at this moment made the thunder and lightning more brilliant, and Meng Chuan even vaguely sensed the twisted fluctuations of the void through the knife in his hand , along one of the fluctuations closest to the target, and when the knife followed this fluctuation, it easily crossed a distance of several feet and slashed in mid-air.
It is obviously several feet away! But following that fluctuating trajectory, the distance has been shortened several times.
"It's amazing." Meng Chuan was also full of ecstasy after making that knife.
It's really amazing.
Like two dots! Detours, from one point to another, need to walk ten miles.
And if a straight road goes from one point to another, it only takes two miles. The same is to reach the target, but the distance has been shortened a lot.
The same is true for the knife cut by Meng Chuan. Looking at it with the naked eye, the straight-line distance is indeed three or four feet away. But when they passed through that mysterious void wave, they became a distance of one foot from each other.
"The more powerful the knife is, the more dazzling the thunder is, and it can even affect the void." Meng Chuan understood a little bit. For normal gods and demons, the void is extremely stable. But if the power of your own sword is condensed to a certain level, if you break the surface with a point, it will distort the void, and once distorted... the distance will change. Follow the nearest fluctuation, the distance from the target will be the closest.
Senior Guo Ke's heart knife style second knife, one knife can shorten the distance of tens of feet within reach, the conciseness of the knife, the mobilization of the whole body's strength, and the control of the movement of the true essence are all ten times better.
Now I just scratched the surface.
"Since it can affect the void, according to the inheritance description, this is a qualitative change for me, and I have reached the point where I have reached the Dao Soul Realm." Meng Chuan nodded slightly.
Reaching the Dacheng of the Soul of the Sword, Meng Chuan didn't think too much, but continued to immerse himself in the practice of madness, because he still had a lot of ideas.
Even the 'Flying Swallow Style', 'Dragon Chanting Style', 'Tiger Roaring Style', 'Red Lotus Style' and 'Extreme Yin Style' that he practiced in addition, there are many ideas to try.
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It was late autumn in a blink of an eye.
On September 19, Meng Chuan completely returned to normal.
In three months, I tried everything that should be tried. Some of them went the wrong way, and some of them were quite rewarding. Meng Chuan himself was quite satisfied with the Dao Soul Realm. It is not so easy to reach the 'soul of the sword peak'. Of course, the most difficult thing is the breakthrough from the peak of the Soul of the Blade to the breakthrough of the "Day of the Blade". Many gods and demons in the Great Sun Realm cannot break through in their lifetime.
"Happy and happy." Meng Chuan stretched his waist in the martial arts training ground, "It's almost time to become a god and demon in the Great Sun Realm. After breaking through the Jiuxuan Cave, you can go down the mountain."