The next morning, Fang Xingjian, who was sitting cross-legged in the training room, opened his eyes. The long sword in his hand had turned into a cloud of dust, floating in the air. , but no amount of practice can increase proficiency.
Only after Guangwu takes shape, will he continue to increase his proficiency and upgrade all the way.
And Fang Xingjian can only be sharpened a little bit now, and he looks forward to one day becoming Guangwu.
"It seems that I still have to try to start with the materials, and see if I can use the method of smelting the materials recorded in the Aether God Martial Arts into the body, so as to achieve my high-frequency Guangwu."
Fang Xingjian now also understands his own route to become stronger, cultivating Ripples, Guangwu, tempering attributes, these can only be honed slowly every day with a lot of time, it is a time-honored kung fu.
On the contrary, his mind, swordsmanship, and sword intent can all be brushed.
Just like yesterday's decision, Fang Xingjian got up early this morning after having breakfast, put on the blue and white knight's dress, and walked towards Huang Lin's office with the knight's exclusive small sword pendant.
However, along the way, he saw servants in a hurry everywhere in the academy, and even many soldiers whom he had never seen before, and several checkpoints were set up.
It's almost like going from peacetime to wartime overnight.
But these soldiers are useless in Fang Xingjian's view, not even a formal knight, they just guard the field and protect ordinary people.
In fact, the empire's army has always been dominated by knights. One official knight has the strength to attack an ordinary thousand-man brigade, and ten knights can capture a city defended by ordinary people.
With a hundred knights, no matter how many ordinary soldiers come, it is impossible to defeat them.
Therefore, the main army of the empire has always been an army of knights with three to five people, more than ten, and at most one hundred knights.
It should be said that wars on the entire continent are fought by a dozen or at most hundreds of knights.
There are only a few times in history where tens of thousands of knights are actually dispatched, and all of them are earth-shattering.
And once the god-level powerhouse makes a move, even a few god-level powerhouses can decide the direction of a battle.
Therefore, the war in the miracle world is a history of battles of the strong, and the guards formed by ordinary people are only used to guard the territory and suppress ordinary citizens.
No one would be so stupid as to use tens of thousands of troops to fill the blades of the knights.
What really determines the outcome is the outcome of the knights duel.
Therefore, ordinary soldiers are not only poorly equipped, but also have average martial arts skills. Most of them even have no experience in foreign warfare. Most of them are driving wild beasts, hunting ferocious animals and the like.
Because they don't need to contribute at all in the war, even if they make a move, they are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the knights. Or they raided the opponent's non-knight army, but even if they won, they would not be able to affect the duel between the knights.
The outcome of the war has almost nothing to do with them, and it is no wonder that the upper echelon of the empire has never paid attention to the construction of the grassroots army.
Fang Xingjian walked all the way, and suddenly saw a familiar knight, and grabbed him. The knight was also an official academy in the academy. He was dissatisfied with being grabbed by such a strong force at random, but when he turned his head and saw it was Fang Xingjian , but a smile appeared on his face.
"Xingjian, it's you."
Fang Xingjian nodded and asked, "Why is the academy suddenly heavily guarded? Did something happen?"
"Oh, you don't know yet. That's right, you've been concentrating on cultivation and haven't gotten any news yet." When the man said this, a resentful expression appeared on his face: "It's either those niggers, or the small island in the West Sea. The group of guys above, the group of guys from the Zhenxi Army did not know what happened, but let the group of black ghosts break through the defense line, and I heard that they all rushed to the Koster area."
It turns out that in the past, there was a huge island about a thousand kilometers away from the west coast of the empire. Many black-skinned humans lived on the island. These people claimed to be descendants of the sun god and established a country called Garcia.
Garcia has been looting on the West Sea all year round, and has become even more arrogant in the past ten years. He even started to land on the coast of the empire a few years ago to plunder.
Although the empire is powerful, it is impossible for the knights to separate and station on the long coastline.
So in the past two years, they have started to use the strategy of strengthening the walls and clearing the fields, evacuating many villages near the coastline, and the knights of the Zhenxi Army concentrated their attacks to wipe out the opponent's main force.
I heard that the Zhenxi Army annihilated Garcia's main force a few months ago. This time Garcia's army gathered, and more than 300 knight-level fighters rushed to the west coast. A group of troops broke through the line of defense.
At this moment, so many strong men with supernatural powers rushed over, ordinary villages and towns couldn't resist it at all. For a while, it was unknown how many people in the empire died tragically under the swords of alien races.
The knight went on to say: "I heard that some people have seen black ghosts outside the city of Koster, and now some people say that the Zhenxi Army has sent a letter, asking people from the academy to come to support, I am afraid that this time the actual combat exercise, we have to join temporarily Zhenxi Army, fought those niggers."
Speaking of this, the man showed a murderous look on his face: "Hmph, this is the best, I can't wait, these black ghosts are also rushing to harass and kill our people at the border of the empire..."
Fang Xingjian didn't listen anymore because he knew that his time was running out.
"Has the war started?" Fang Xingjian knew that with his current strength, there were not many knight-level opponents. Perhaps only those big nobles and core disciples of big schools could compete with him.
But where is the battlefield? Hundreds of knights fought together, and there were bound to be enemies at the level of titled knights. He urgently needed to strengthen his strength.
In particular, Ice Age Meditation managed to win so many district crowns in a row, and after threatening Charlie, he became more diligent, and his sword intent was almost able to be upgraded.
"A breakthrough must be made before the battle begins."
Fang Xingjian knew that his Bing He Ji Ming thought that as long as he maintained an attitude of no taboos, he would be able to cultivate faster and faster, especially every time he encountered oppression, threats, or difficulties, he would not bow his head under these oppressions, and still Maintain the original heart, every time you maintain the original heart, it is equivalent to breaking through a barrier, which can make the mind more refined.
Practicing the Ice Age meditation method, Fang Xingjian couldn't tolerate grievances in his heart.
So he plans to enter Koster to plunder swordsmanship, take whatever he wants, take whatever he wants, follow his heart, have no taboos, and don't play with many twists and turns, not to mention he doesn't have time to play, there are still more than ten days later , A year has passed, and it is only four years since Fang Xingjian's lifespan is exhausted.
Of course, there must be a limit to this, otherwise it would not be following one's own heart and being completely unfair, but stupid and reckless. The grasp of the speed between these two points is another key to the cultivation of mind.
In this way, he can strengthen his mental skills and collect sword skills. Only then can Fang Xingjian hope to make a breakthrough in a short period of time.
Just as Fang Xingjian was thinking this way, he had already stepped into Huang Lin's office again, and saw a few knights who were full of evil spirits and even had blood on their knight dresses just leaving Huang Lin's office.