The sword body is bright, with feather-like lines, and subtle wavy lines can be seen on the blade, making it even sharper.
The length of the sword is 63, the widest is 3.2, the narrowest is 2.5, the thickest is 1, and the thinnest is 0.5. The hilt is 20 long and looks like bamboo knots. It is made of dark red wood with a frosted surface and a slight acid Incense, the bronze head of the sword, like a tiger's head, weighs 18 catties except the scabbard.
Holding the sword in his left hand, the sharp eyes reflected on the blade of the sword, sliding past like flowing water, the wrist trembled slightly, the sword light was dazzling, and he swung it casually, drawing out blossoming sword flowers.
This is the fine iron sword that Chen Zong just got. Just from the appearance, it is indeed much better than the previous Fantie sword. It is indeed a good sword.
The tiger's mouth of the right hand is cracked, and it is not easy to practice swords for the time being. Fortunately, I have been training my left hand, and it will not be much worse than the right hand.
Flexibly pulling out a few sword flowers, Chen Zong put the sword back into its sheath.
The scabbard of the refined iron sword is made of dark red wood and decorated with bronze, making it look even more extraordinary.
Putting down his sword, Chen Zong took out the Huyang Zhuanggu Paste.
A piece about the size of an egg is brown and exudes a strong fishy smell. According to the person who sent the Huyang bone strengthening paste, such a big piece can make almost twenty altars of Huyang bone strengthening wine.
Cut off a tenth of it and throw it into the mouth, as if it exploded on the tip of the tongue, the mouth was full of numbness, and then quickly receded, turning into a strong fragrance, the taste was very peculiar.
The body became hot rapidly, and the flow of blood energy accelerated. Chen Zong hurriedly practiced the Tiger Roaring Art.
One-tenth of the amount is almost equivalent to directly drinking two jars of Huyang bone-strengthening wine, and the effect is quite obvious.
After a while, Chen Zong immediately felt a shock all over his body, and a tingling feeling permeated his whole body, as if an electric current passed by, and he was indescribably comfortable, and a smile spread across his face.
"Finally, the sixth round of tempering is completed, but I can feel that this is not my limit." Chen Zong said happily and a little distressed.
It is not the limit, which means that he can continue to temper and complete the seventh round. This is a very happy thing, but the sixth round of tempering has already taken him a lot of time, and the seventh round of tempering must be more difficult , maybe it will exceed the one-year standard.
"The remaining Huyang bone paste can indeed shorten my tempering time a little, but not by much." Chen Zong thought about it: "I must find a way to speed up my cultivation."
He believed that even after a full year, his cultivation had not broken through to the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and he would not be expelled with such a background, but it was not a good thing after all.
Opportunities, you have to take the initiative to fight for them.
Nine days later, Chen Zong finished eating all the paste of Huyang Zhuang Gu, and tempered his blood a little. However, there is still a long way to go before the seventh round is completed. Chen Zong estimates that it will take at least three months. Time will do.
I can't help but think of Tang Junluo, as the young master of Tang's wealthy family, he has a superior status since birth. Even if he is a pig, he can enjoy the treatment that other people don't have. What's more, he is a rare genius, not to mention the attention he receives .
Chen Zong was different, he was just a child from a branch clan, and the difference in background was there. After all, no matter how powerful a clan was, its resources were always limited.
In nine days, the tiger's mouth injury on his right hand healed, and he could practice sword again.
During these nine days, he only practiced the sword with his left hand, which made Chen Zong's level of sword with his left hand infinitely close to that of his right hand.
"I can choose other foundation-building martial arts to practice, and I can easily practice it to the state of great success, but that kind of improvement has no advantage compared with my direct practice of Tiger Roaring Jue, unless I can practice to the perfect state, but I have to put a It is too slow to achieve perfection in Menzhuji martial arts without a few months of hard work." Chen Zong pondered.
If someone knew his thoughts, I don't know what it would be like to be jealous. It only takes a few months to cultivate the foundation building martial arts to the perfect state, which is the state that many people dream of.
"Perhaps, I can give it a try and practice the afterimage swordsmanship, the willow swordsmanship and the eagle fencing swordsmanship to the subtlest level." Chen Zong's eyes glowed.
Nine days ago, he fought against the Tang Family Tang Junluo, and under the great pressure brought by the opponent, he unknowingly broke the barrier between the three swordsmanship, and he was harmonious and comfortable, allowing himself to have a new understanding of the three swordsmanship. After these nine days of practice, I gradually grasped a feeling of surpassing the realm of perfection.
Breaking through from the peak of Dacheng to the state of perfection will bring some help to one's blood tempering. Then, breaking the shackles of the state of perfection and reaching the state of perfection will definitely help even more.
The fine iron sword was unsheathed, the sword light was bright, reflecting the sun, a bit dazzling.
This corner of the martial arts field seems to have become Chen Zong's exclusive sword practice place. From a distance, people will look around from time to time, both envious and in awe.
Chen Zong unfolded the residual shadow swordsmanship, the sword light and the residual shadow intertwined and surrounded, unpredictable, for a while, it was difficult to distinguish the real from the false, as if every sword was real, and every sword seemed to be fake. People passing by were dazzled, dizzy, and terrified.
Chen Zong concentrated on it, forgetting everything around him, practicing sword while constantly comprehending, trying to improve over and over again.
After practicing a hundred times of Remnant Shadow Swordsmanship, he practiced a hundred times of Flicking Willow Swordsmanship, and then a hundred times of Eagle Fencing Swordsmanship, took a short rest to recover his strength, and at the same time regained his comprehension, and then applied the three swordsmanship alternately to find the The feeling when fighting Tang Junluo.
Chen Chuyun left, and the courtyard was taken back by the family hall. Chen Zong had nowhere to practice the three-character formula of fast, accurate and stable. However, he always carried fifty catties of iron plates on his arms. Apart from taking a bath, he could not even sleep. Never removed.
Although he didn't have the conditions to practice the three-character key of fast, accurate and stable, he never lost the basic eighteen moves, and he also used all the time he used to practice the three-character key of quick, accurate and stable to practice the three foundation-building swordsmanship.
Practice every day, Chen Zong will have a new insight.
Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it has been ten months since Chen Zong came to the clan hall.
Successively after Chen Fenghua, Chen Guzhan and other four people, several more people tempered their blood to the limit, successfully broke through and became warriors, and the number of warriors became less and less.
"The seventh round of tempering is finally half completed, and there is still half left." Stopping the practice of Tiger Roaring Art, Chen Zong exhaled a long breath and said secretly.
Lifting the sword, he came to the corner of the martial arts field to practice swordsmanship again.
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Zhenwu calendar July 20, 395.
"Afterimage!"
With a low shout, Chen Zong drew out his sword, and the sword light and sword shadow overlapped and criss-crossed.
As he was practicing, Chen Zong paused. He felt as if he wanted to catch something, but he didn't catch anything. That feeling made him feel as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's paw, and his heart itched unbearably.
Subconsciously looked up to the sky.
The scorching sun was hanging high, and the sun was shining everywhere. At this time, a dark cloud floated from nowhere, covering the scorching sun, covering it, and a shadow enveloped the surrounding area, including Chen Zong.
"Light...shadow..." Chen Zong's eyes lit up, the inspiration in his mind was like a tide, but it was fragmented, and it was difficult to gather it together. Chen Zong fell into crazy thinking. .
Dark clouds slowly slid across the sky, and when they were staggered, another ray of sunlight fell and directly shone on Chen Zong's eyes. The shadows disappeared, making him tremble, like a lighthouse in the dark night, countless inspirations in his mind, instantly As if they had found a breakthrough, they gathered together one after another.
"Light and shadow come into being... light and shadow disappear..."
After saying a word silently, Chen Zong drew his sword again.
It's still the six forms of afterimage swordsmanship, but as he practiced over and over again, the countless inspirations in his mind gathered at an accelerated rate, and the feeling became clearer.
Countless sword lights surrounded his body, and countless sword shadows disappeared.
As he practiced, the six forms of afterimages became blurred, and the sword lights and sword shadows surrounding him continued to overlap. In the end, Chen Zong's eyes shone with astonishing light, like a sharp sword coming out of its sheath. The light and shadows flowed into the Jingtie sword like a hundred rivers returning, causing the Jingtie sword to release a dazzling light, as if it was about to shine with the sun in the sky.
"scold!"
With a sharp shout, the fine iron sword pierced through the air, and the extremely bright sword light shot out, instantly turning into intertwined shadows, changing from bright to dark, making the sword even more difficult to distinguish.
After that, Chen Zong's whole body trembled, as if struck by lightning, his whole body was numb, his blood was surging, and he began to operate in the way of Tiger Roaring Art, roaring bursts.
The shadows dispersed, and Chen Zong still maintained the posture of stabbing with a sword, motionless as if he had been cast a body-holding technique, his skin was like a boiled prawn, and it was a little scary red.
After a full quarter of an hour, the blood energy like the water of a long river gradually calmed down, and Chen Zong felt it carefully.
"Okay, the afterimage swordsmanship breaks through to perfection, and it has a very strong effect on tempering the blood energy. It is completely comparable to the effect of the eighth style of the real sword from the peak of great success to the perfect state." Chen Zongxin was delighted. No way, this saved him seven or eight days of hard training.
I was very hungry, so I quickly took out an energy pill and took it. As the energy pill melted, the hunger gradually subsided.
Swinging the sword, the fine iron sword stabbed out again, light and shadow alternated, making it impossible to see where the sword was at all.
"It turns out that this is the so-called realm of nuance..."
Only when the afterimage swordsmanship has reached the level of subtlety, Chen Zong finally understood that a martial art is still within the scope of martial arts itself, or within the shackles, from the beginning to the perfection, and the level of subtlety is to break through that Shackles, transcending that level, and having a new and higher understanding of martial arts is tantamount to making that martial arts your own.
To put it bluntly, the martial art before the subtlety is like other people's things, but the martial arts at the subtlety become one's own.
"The so-called subtlety means that the understanding of swordsmanship breaks through the original extreme, and the application of swordsmanship also breaks through the original extreme, so that every ounce of strength in oneself can be brought out to the greatest extent, and every trace of the power of swordsmanship itself can be brought out to the greatest extent. They are all fully exerted, releasing the strongest power with the smallest force." Chen Zong thought secretly, his eyes flickering: "Since the afterimage sword technique is subtle, with this as a guide, the willow brushing sword technique and the eagle fencing sword technique can also break through , to the point of perfection."
(end of this chapter)