The remaining swords circulated, bringing out pieces of sword light. Wang Dong concentrated on practicing the sword skills on the first wall. One-on-one is the basis of fighting with swords. Only by understanding and implementing one-on-one can he practice the second wall. Only the group combat knife skills on the team will make sense.
After Gu Zi practiced for a long time, Wang Dong stopped practicing. He finished in the stone chamber with a somewhat dejected expression. Originally, he thought that the mental method was already completed. With the support of the mental method, it would be extremely easy to practice the sword skills and master the real gameplay. Guizong was even more ready to capture it, but Wang Dong did not expect that the realm of sword rhyme was like a fleeting night-bloom, and it never appeared again after he first felt it.
"Why is this happening?" Wang Dong's face was extremely disappointed. The situation he was facing now was simply unjustifiable from a common sense perspective. Wang Dong's mood became inexplicably decadent.
"In all martial arts, mental skills are cultivated by techniques. Only by improving simultaneously can a balanced state be achieved!" Sword Soul sighed and said, "The cultivation of your mental skills has taken a full hundred years longer than the sword skills. …”
"Is the sword skill holding you back?" Wang Dong asked in astonishment: "Then I have failed in practice?"
"It doesn't mean that you are useless after practice. The combination of mental skills and sword skills still requires an understanding..." Sword Soul explained: "If you want to enter the realm of sword rhyme, you also need a certain chance, but as of now, You'd better not eagerly try to enter the realm of sword rhyme. Instead, it's better to empty your mind and concentrate on practicing sword skills... "
"What do you mean..." Wang Dong was shocked at first when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up and he said suspiciously: "You want me to practice my mental skills and sword skills separately first, and then I can catch up with my sword skills. After the progress of the mental method, can the two be combined into one?"
"Yes, when your sword skills are enough to match your far superior mental skills, you can then comprehend the realm of sword rhyme..." Sword Soul said: "This is currently the most effective method for your cultivation."
"How can I have so much time!" Wang Dong's face turned ugly: "I practice my mental skills in a seven-step knife box where time stops. A hundred years is just a blink for others. Let me practice it. If I can practice my sword skills to the point where I can match my mental skills, doesn’t it mean that I have to practice in this cave for a hundred years?”
"It won't take a hundred years. You already have the foundation of using the sword. Practicing the sword skills of the Ten Thousand Methods Guizong is just a process of mastering it..." Sword Soul said: "But I will give you the time to understand the realm of sword rhyme. You can’t say for sure. If the opportunity comes, you may be able to directly comprehend the realm of sword rhyme now. If you don’t have the opportunity, it won’t matter how long you practice... "
"What did you say?" Wang Dong opened his mouth in surprise: "You mean, with my current imbalance between mental skills and sword skills, it is still possible that I will not be able to practice Wanfa and return to my sect?"
"How should I put it? The state of sword rhyme is a state of mind, and it is also a state of combat. What it requires is a moment of enlightenment, a moment of enlightenment..." Sword Soul explained: "You can't practice it, but you still have to practice it. Look at you..."
After hearing what the sword soul said, Wang Dong yelled in annoyance, and his face became extremely ugly. He felt that his state of mind was hit hard, which made him feel a sense of frustration. The passion he had before practicing, It turned into nothing in Wang Dong's heart.
"Get up! Keep practicing!" Sensing Wang Dong's psychological changes, Daohun's tone suddenly became urgent: "At this time, the most taboo thing is your mood changes. If your mood enters a low point, your cultivation level will be affected. If you don’t advance, you will retreat!”
"Oh..." Wang Dong stood up passively. He didn't take the sword soul's words seriously. He picked up the broken sword and practiced according to the sword skills on the first wall. However, affected by his mood, Wang Dong His technique was not only weak, but also extremely stiff. He was completely different from when he practiced before.
"How could this be so!" Daohun's voice became a little worried: "Boy, please listen to me. This is a very serious fact. Wanfa Guizong is such a domineering technique. If you touch the threshold of Dao Yun, you can detect Knowing the secret of the Dao Yun Realm is equivalent to opening the mechanism of Wanfa Guizong itself. If you fail to achieve the goal within the time required by the technique, the technique will punish you!"
Wang Dong's face changed when he heard this. He understood what the sword soul meant. He was now like stepping on a bridge of ice. The moment he stepped on the bridge, the ice behind him began to melt. He chased after him. With his pace, he must reach the opposite bridge before the ice bridge melts under his feet, otherwise he will fall into the abyss.
Realizing this, Wang Dong's cultivation suddenly became much more serious. However, no matter how seriously he practiced, he always felt that something was blocking his heart, preventing him from mobilizing his enthusiasm at all. That kind of ethereal feeling The setbacks caused to him by chance have been deeply rooted in his heart.
"No, this is..." Daohun's voice became trembling. Wang Dong's performance made him think of a surprising possibility, which made him couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is a sign that a demonic barrier will arise in his heart. ah!"
The sword soul immediately regretted it. His words were indeed serious. Not only did they not promote Wang Dong, but they ruthlessly dampened Wang Dong's hope and enthusiasm. In this state of mind, Wang Dong felt that The difficulties of cultivation are daunting.
But Wang Dong has touched the threshold of the realm of sword rhyme, and has personally experienced the power that the realm of sword rhyme brings to him. If he cannot fully understand the realm of sword rhyme in the shortest time and achieve the level of free sending and receiving , the realm of sword rhyme will become farther and farther away from him, and Wang Dong will never be able to appreciate the realm of sword rhyme again in his life.
This result will directly affect Wang Dong's cultivation. Not only will Wang Dong's cultivation in this life stop here, it may also cause his cultivation to gradually decline, and eventually, like Gu Li, he will completely become a mortal.
Sword Soul's prediction was not wrong. Wang Dong himself also felt the changes in his body. Wanfa Guizong's sword skills had no power at all in his hands, making his movements look like those performed by a troupe. Wang Dong's heart couldn't help but become anxious. The more anxious he became, the messier the sword skills in his hands became, and they couldn't even be called sword skills at all.
Finally, in the endless panic, Wang Dong felt an unprecedented despair. He sat slumped on the ground with a pale face, casually throwing aside the broken knife in his hand, and screamed in an almost wailing voice: "I … I’m useless!”
"Hey..." Apart from sighing, the sword soul couldn't think of anything else. He could only let Wang Dong give up on himself in the stone chamber. Wang Dong had completely lost the motivation to practice. After sitting on the ground for a while, he ducked in. In the sword domain space, Gu Zi picked up the Ziqing fruit he had stored in the sword domain space and ate it.
After eating a few Ziqing fruits, Wang Dong suddenly had the idea of indulging himself. He came to the stone trough where Houer's stuffing was stored, pushed away the stone slab covering Houer's stuffing, and directly poured the trough into the trough. The monkey made wine and drank it.
Wang Dong had been using Houer's Brew for detoxification before, using it drop by drop, and could not feel the alcoholic strength in Hou'er's Brew. When Wang Donghai took two big sips, the Hou'er's Brew was enough to make Jiying Monkey Wang Dong's drunkenness immediately hit Wang Dong's head, so that before Wang Dong had time to take a third sip, he was overwhelmed by the alcohol and fell to the ground and fell asleep.
The sword soul appeared in the sword domain space. Looking at Wang Dong who was as drunk as mud, he frowned helplessly and sighed. Originally, the sword technique of Wanfa Guizong was gifted to Wang Dong by the Sword Saint. The treasure not only did not bring benefits to Wang Dong, but made Wang Dong become depressed.
"What should we do..." Daohun couldn't help but feel anxious. If Wang Dong couldn't get rid of the shadow of his inner demon, he would really become a useless person as he said. But with Wang Dong's current mental state, he couldn't help him at all.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Dong opened his eyes in a daze. He did not expect that Hou'er's Brew would have such great stamina. Even after he sobered up, he still had a splitting headache and a feeling of confusion.
Wang Dong ignored his physical discomfort at all. After he got up from the ground, he immediately walked towards the boulder containing monkey's rice. What made Wang Dong stunned was that the boulder containing monkey's rice was unknown. Someone split it open with a knife, and all the monkey wine in the stone trough had drained out!
As soon as he discovered this problem, Wang Dong felt heartbroken. He eagerly rushed to the stone trough that had been divided into two, buried his face in it, and sucked the remaining monkey wine on the stone trough. To Wang Dong's disappointment, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and the remaining monkey brew on the stone trough had long evaporated. Wang Dong could only smell the smell of monkey brew, but could no longer taste a drop of monkey brew. wine.
"Hmph, I've already helped you get rid of the monkey stuffing..." A woman in white clothes walked up to Wang Dong with a smile, grinned and said with a chuckle: "This kind of thing that makes people lose their fighting spirit is still... Don’t appear in the sword realm space..."
"Xiao Wu? No, you are... the sword soul?" Wang Dong was shocked when he saw the woman in front of him. Xiao Wu had obviously been defeated and killed by him, so how could he suddenly appear in the sword domain space? After a second thought, Wang Dong understood that the Xiao Wu in front of him was transformed from the sword soul. He asked in surprise: "Why did you transform into this way?"
"Is it weird?" The sword soul that transformed into Xiao Wu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, this is my true face. My predecessor was Xiao Wu. After my death, a trace of my spiritual mind was injected into the martial soul by the sword saint. Among them, this is the soul of my sword..."
"What did you say?" When Wang Dong heard this, he couldn't believe his ears. The feeling of confusion due to drunkenness disappeared out of thin air, and he immediately cheered up.
"Do you think that a sword saint's martial spirit can communicate with you? Do you think that a sword saint's martial spirit has a human mind and human emotions?" The sword spirit grinned and sneered: "Actually, this is all It’s the reason why my spiritual mind is attached to me. I am Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu is the soul of the sword... "
"You..." Wang Dong was shocked. Sword Soul's words completely overturned his cognition. He said in astonishment: "Why are you telling me this now? Why do you pretend to be the Sword Saint?"
"As for me pretending to be a Sword Saint, that's because you are a man. It is easier for me to use my identity as a Sword Saint to guide you to become stronger..." Xiao Wu said, "I am telling you this now because you are now Your performance is no longer worth wasting my time on you..."
"You... what do you mean?" Xiao Wu's words made Wang Dong panic for no reason. He asked eagerly: "What are you going to do?"
"I guide you like this so that you can inherit the mantle of the Sword Saint, practice all the techniques and return to the sect, reach the pinnacle, and avenge the Sword Saint..." Xiao Wu said dissatisfied: "You look so decadent now, you have mastered all the techniques. There is no hope of returning to the clan, you have lost value to me..."
"Losing... value?"
"Yes, Ten Thousand Techniques Returning to the Sect is the unique secret art of the Sword Saint. If you have lost its value, naturally you are not qualified to learn this set of techniques..." Xiao Wu said, and a scimitar appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he sneered. : "But since you already know the secret of Wanfa Guizong, I can only get rid of you and silence you!"
(End of chapter)