Vol 40 Chapter 32: Sword King No 1

On the Magic Sword Peak, 100,000 meters away from the side of the sword palace, there is a eagle mouth cliff, on which someone is practicing sword.
When Chen Zong reached a certain distance, he stopped again, and did not continue to move forward, lest he disturbed the person who practiced the sword. That person, a azure robe, had long hair scattered naturally, and a sword in his hand. Slow, but with a speedy feeling, that makes the Jianguang a little more inexplicable hazy illusion.
Layers of azure halo permeated the surroundings, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Looking at it, Chen Zong was awake suddenly, looking away, or else he continued to watch, there was a kind of mental will will be passively shaken, as if to pull into some kind of illusion.
After a few breaths, Chen Zong turned his head again and saw the hazy psychedelic azure sword light, which pervaded the surroundings, and an air full of illusions was also spread all around, directly covering a large area.
Chen Zong felt that the scent of illusions in this sword art was much better than the seventh floor of Qian Fantasy Tower, otherwise he would not be able to resist it.
After watching it for a while, Chen Zong had to look away again from the feeling of falling into the illusion, recovered after a few breaths, and looked again.
The opponent's swordsmanship seemed very clever, at least better than himself, however, it was not so clever as to make himself incomprehensible.
What really surprised Chen Zong was the breath, the breath of magic.
In each sword, there is a breath of illusion, as if each sword can create an illusion, the feeling is very strange.
This seems to be no longer pure swordsmanship. It seems to have left the category of swordsmanship and reached a higher level, which faintly brought Chen Zong an unspeakable touch.
For a while, Chen Zong felt very itchy and wanted to try it himself, because it felt that only by trying it himself could he truly appreciate the mystery.
However, if it is not the enemy, it is a disrespect to take the initiative, which is not Chen Zong's principle.
As if aware of what Chen Zong thought, suddenly, a powerful azure sword light shot to the air.
In this case, Chen Zong also let go of all anxieties, the sword came out of the scabbard in one instant, and a sword counterattacked and killed.
At the moment of Jianguang's clash, Chen Zong only felt a flash in his eyes, the other party disappeared and disappeared. He seemed to be in the midst of a green hill and no water.
However, a sense of crisis erupted for no reason, and between the power of the mind, the pattern of the heart also trembled, so that Chen Zong was awake, a touch of sword light, I do not know when I have crossed my sword Straight assassinate to close range.
Chen Zong was frightened, and reacted quickly. His body retreated sharply, and at the same time he cut a sword again.
At the moment of Jianguang's contact, 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 extremely fiery, as if to burn himself into coke.
phantom!
All illusions!
At the moment when each sword touched, an illusion appeared, and when Chen Zongjian broke through the illusion, the opponent's sword had already hit.
Moreover, Chen Zong gave a feeling that the other party did not intend to kill. Otherwise, the first sword would be enough to kill himself. The other party seemed to be observing swordplay, a more inscrutable swordplay. Kind of inspiration and guidance.
Sword after sword, each sword will take Chen Zong into an illusion, but Chen Zong will also be out of the illusion in an instant.
It was just a fleeting illusion that was enough to kill Chen Zong.
fencing!
Chen Zongshi exhibited his superb swordsmanship and fully demonstrated his knowledge. He found that as long as his sword did not collide with the sword of the opponent, he would not be affected by the illusion.
But that's difficult, because the opponent's swordsmanship is also very good, and he has to beat himself.
See Hunting Heart Hi!
Even under the inferior position, Chen Zong is also very tenacious and tenacious, without any feeling of being defeated. He broke out from the inferiority again and again, but fell into the inferiority again and again, forming a cycle.
Faced with such repeated failures, people who are not determined enough will probably feel frustrated, frustrated, and eventually give up, but Chen Zong will not, forcibly support the feeling of tiredness and weakness, and perform sword art again and again. Sharpen in swordplay and improve yourself.
Stress is the motivation for one's ascension.
Perseverance!
Chen Zong is grateful to Dad Chen for his teachings when he was a child: Self-improvement!
At that time, he was weak in blood and difficult to cultivate, but he was unwilling to reconcile him. At the same time, he continuously encouraged himself to keep a self-improving faith, which had been rooted in his heart, body, and soul.
Because of this, on the road and years in the future, Chen Zong continued to go forward, encountering setbacks and difficulties again and again, but without discouragement and abandonment. Passing through and sharpening oneself makes him more and more tenacious.
The illusion disappeared, as if broken. When Chen Zong returned to God, the opponent's sword did not know when it came back.
For a moment, Chen Zong's sword was also subconsciously sheathed. Only the man in the blue robe in front of the sword's eyes was looking at himself with a smile.
It looks like a young man, and looks like a middle-aged person. In his eyes, there seems to be a touch of green, a bit illusory, as if reflected in the water, as if everything in front of him Everything was reflected in, including Chen Zong's figure.
Very wonderful feeling.
"The younger Chen Zong, I've met the seniors." Chen Zong immediately performed the sword ceremony.
"You ... very good." The other party said, his voice sounded like a cool breeze, and with an unspeakable illusion, it would affect people who were not strong enough.
However, Chen Zong's spirit is very strong, and he has reached the second level, so he is not affected.
"But I don't know what the seniors called to see the younger ones. What is the difference?" Chen Zong asked, it was completely certain that the other party wanted to see himself.
"I have no name." The other side did not say what happened to summon Chen Zongsuo, but first said his own name.
"Mo Wuyi!" Chen Zong was suddenly surprised, and immediately realized.
At that time, I got a book entitled "Mo Wuyi's Sword Practice Experience" in the Taoist Union's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and was inspired by it, successfully separating the Kendo of Heart into the complete Tao of Mind. And Kendo, let myself embark on the way of universe cultivation.
Before the subsequent disciplinary meeting began, Chen Zong heard that ten thousand years ago, there was a tribe who won the thirteenth place, and that person was named Mo Wuyi.
When Chen Zongxiu was promoted to the state of the gods, I heard that the general list, and also knew that there is a human race among the Taoist League, ranked fourth in the list of generals, and there is no one.
Mo Wuyi is his name, and he also has a title, the fantasy sword king.
In the universe, the fifth realm can be called king.
There is no doubt that Mo Wuyi left a profound impression in Chen Zong's heart.
Chen Zong remembers very clearly that in the book "Mo Wuyi's Sword Training Experience", Mo Wuyi once said that he was a fantasy sworddo, divided into a complete fantasy way and a sworddo.
Then what the other side has done is a sword skill that incorporates the mystery of fantasy.
"The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty mentioned you to me not long ago, and I also paid attention to some of your situations." Mo Wuyi said, "You are better than me."
As he said, Mo Wuyi turned around and walked towards the protruding eagle's beak, carrying his hands to face the sea of ​​clouds, a deep and unpredictable breath spread out, and the breath spread around and enveloped one side, suddenly, full of Unreal blurred colors.
"Your swordplay is honorable among your peers." Mo Wuyi said again, "but your swordplay has reached a bottleneck."
"Yes, I would like to ask the predecessors for guidance." Chen Zong's eyes lightened slightly, and he immediately responded.
It feels that the swordsmanship of the opponent is obviously higher than his own, but it is not more than that, or it is on the same level, just 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 fifth strong man, the strong man who is called the king. He has already walked ahead of himself in one of the swords. If he can get his instructions, it will only be good for him and not bad.
"Your swordplay has reached the ultimate foundation. Although it can still be improved, it is still an improvement within the scope of basic swordplay. It is not a qualitative change." Mo Wuyi turned his back to Chen Zong, facing the sea of ​​clouds, and said: On top of basic swordsmanship, it is called Avenue swordsmanship. "
"Avenue swordsmanship." Chen Zong repeated.
It sounds much better than basic swordsmanship, and it seems to contain an indescribable power.
"The so-called avenue swordsmanship is the real swordsmanship technique, and other avenues are combined with kendo swordsmanship." Mo Wuyi said, sounding a little deep and unpredictable.
"Fusion!" Chen Zong captured these two words.
"Nothing wrong, the power foundation of Dadao's swordplay is the swordplay after Dadao's power is merged." Mo Wuyi's tone was full of affirmation.
Chen Zong could not help getting excited.
The fusion of the power of the road, that is not a superposition.
Superposition is the superposition of power. One plus one equals two. Fusion is a change that exceeds one plus one equals two.
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The Dadao swordsmanship is the kind of applied skill that integrates the power of Dadao. Chen Zong's understanding is basically in line with the facts.
Then the question comes, how can we break through the basic swordsmanship and reach the level of swordsmanship on the road?
This is the key point. Chen Zong hopes that Mo Wuyi can give him pointers.
Mo Wuyi didn't say anything, but turned back in an instant, and his eyes were filled with illusory blue, as if the clouds of heaven were floating, full of incomparable mystery.
Suddenly, his gaze rushed directly into Chen Zong's eyes. At that moment, Chen Zong trembled, only to feel that everything in front of him had disappeared, and there was a white cloud in front of him, as if thick fog.
And he is constantly falling, just like falling from a high place, and the vast white mist in front of him is constantly rising as he continues to fall.
This feeling is like a countercurrent. For a while, Chen Zong could not tell whether he was falling or rushing up.