The morning light was slightly dewed, Jiang Feng opened his eyes again, there was a knowing smile on his face, and with the sound of bones shaking, Jiang Feng stood up from under the tree. ←，

"It's a nice feeling. Looking up at the sky, Jiang Feng smiled slightly.

Although Jiang Feng was familiar with cultivation, the speed of cultivation still made Jiang Feng quite satisfied.

Of course, Jiang Feng also knew that the reason why this situation occurred, in addition to the assistance of the Heavenly Seal, which caused him to get twice the result with half the effort when he was cultivating, another very important point was that the successive battles on Lei Gong Mountain made him have an epiphany.

In addition, he was seriously injured, and after the injury healed, the aura in his body became more and more vigorous, and the qi of the True Yuan became more and more vigorous, which was what made Jiang Feng feel effortless when he was cultivating.

The cultivation at the beginning of the Dan period was consolidated, reaching the peak of the early stage of the Dan period, and Jiang Feng did not try to hit the middle of the Dan period in one go.

One is that the True Yuan Qi in his body is not enough for him to fully grasp the middle of the Formation Dan Period, and the other is that even if he breaks through now, there is no combat power to adapt to it, even if it is a realm breakthrough, it will not be of much use to him.

It's better to figure it out slowly, just wait for Jiang Fengshui to come to fruition, and then it's not too late to make a breakthrough.

"My current cultivation, the battle between me and the masters of the same level, the Qiushui Sword has little auxiliary effect on me, and the biggest reliance is the Qinglian Sword. After a little thought, Jiang Feng said.

Qinglian's sword was comprehended by Jiang Feng from the word "stop killing" on the mountain wall, which contained Li Bai's sword intent, but the prototype of the sword path belonged to Jiang Feng's own creation.

This is the strongest swordsmanship that Jiang Feng currently controls, and several times before and after, Jiang Feng is in a desperate situation.

"I understand the Qinglian sword, it is only taking shape at present, there is no appearance, if you want to improve your combat effectiveness, the first thing to do is to sharpen the Qinglian sword, and the control of the Qinglian sword is further. Under the slight shock of his arm, the bloodthirsty sword appeared in Jiang Feng's palm, and Jiang Feng said slowly.

"Whew!"

The figure flashed, leaving a faint afterimage on the spot, Jiang Feng had already disappeared, and in the next second, he appeared on the edge of the stream.

Jiang Feng stood by the stream, holding the long sword in his hand, but he didn't take out the sword for a long time, so, I don't know how long it had passed, Jiang Feng moved his shoulder, the first sword, and slowly swung away.

After the first sword, Jiang Feng shot the second sword, then the third sword, and the fourth sword...... Jiang Feng's speed of sword release became faster and faster, so fast that there was no trace of the sword and the sword was silent. As Jiang Feng continued to draw out his sword, with his body as the center, the air in all directions was densely covered with sword qi.

"Boom!"

The sword qi continued to diffuse, surging and bursting, the sword qi was like a gang, sweeping through, a large area of grass and trees was broken, and the leaves were all over the ground.

The sound of the sword qi exploding did not attract Jiang Feng's attention, and Jiang Feng's figure quietly paused and stopped drawing his sword.

"Not true. His brows furrowed slightly, and Jiang Feng's voice came out.

It's not the sword in your hand that's wrong, it's that it doesn't feel right, it's like a child walking in an adult's shoes, and although it may not fall, it always gives people a sense of awkwardness.

Yes, it's awkward, it's awkward.

As the number of times the sword was drawn more and more, faster and faster, the awkward feeling became deeper and deeper, so that Jiang Feng suddenly felt a sense of strangeness to this bloodthirsty sword that he was extremely familiar with.

A truly powerful swordsmanship has nothing to do with the swordsmanship itself, it is necessary to achieve the fit of the heart and the mind, and the heart to the sword, in order to bring the power of the swordsmanship to the extreme.

And this awkward feeling of being omnipresent and difficult to ignore made Jiang Feng understand that he had embarked on a wrong path.

Perhaps, since he realized the Qinglian Sword, every time Jiang Feng used the Qinglian Sword, he took a wrong path, but before, Jiang Feng's perception of this sword was not as profound as it is now, and he never realized it.

Jiang Feng stood quietly, constantly groaning, constantly pondering, thinking about all kinds of subtle changes when he took out the sword just now.

I don't know how long it has been, Jiang Feng is out of the sword again, Jiang Feng shot with a sword, and the long sword in his hand melted into the wind, without a trace, and it was almost to the extreme.

This is the fastest sword, the most treacherous sword, after a sword is another sword, Jiang Feng continued to make a sword, kept practicing, the speed of the sword, gradually became slower and slower, in the end, Jiang Feng's arm, as if it was filled with lead, the long sword in his hand shot, slowly trembling, like a babbling child, the first time to pick up the long sword and wield.

"No, it's still not right. Jiang Feng put away his sword and his brows were knotted.

Whether it's from slow to fast, or from fast to slow, that awkward feeling is always there, lingering, and unchanging.

This means that Qinglian's sword actually has nothing to do with the speed of swordsmanship, because whether it is a fast sword or a slow sword, when it is used, it cannot match his mind.

Moreover, practicing Qinglian's sword in different ways twice, Jiang Feng found that there were a lot of flaws in his sword, although those flaws were inconspicuous, but when the masters fought each other, often a slight flaw was enough to kill.

At the same time that there were flaws in his swordsmanship, Jiang Feng found that there was also a trace of cracks in his state of mind.

"The fast sword can't work, the slow sword can't work, so, what should I do?" Jiang Feng muttered to himself, his face changing.

This time, a longer time has passed, Jiang Feng is the third time to take out the sword, Jiang Feng is out of the sword, erratic, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, fast and slow, two swords, each other, one will be shocked, the other will be dull.

A low sigh came from the depths of Jiang Feng's throat, Jiang Feng stopped the movement in his hand, no need to try more, Jiang Feng already understood that it was still wrong.

"What is wrong with this sword?" Jiang Feng sighed, and easily put the bloodthirsty sword into the storage ring, no longer practicing.

The more you practice, the deeper the impression of the mistake, and the bigger the crack in your state of mind, which will lead to the opposite effect.

The mountain breeze is blowing, the cool wind is blowing on the body, it is extraordinarily refreshing, the grass and trees are quiet, and there is the fragrance of earth in the air, Jiang Feng has no intention of paying attention, standing on the edge of the stream, like a wooden stake, not moving for a long time.

The wind blew the stream, and the ripples were stirred up in circles, and then shattered, and in the clear bottomless stream, a few small fish swam happily.

A small bird with bright feathers that flew from nowhere landed on a dry reed by the stream, flapped its wings and rushed into the stream, and the surface of the water exploded, and a small fish became a delicious meal in the beak of the little bird.

It's a free world, where the wind is free, the fish are free, and the birds are free.

Jiang Feng looked at it, unmoved, and his face was slightly condensed.

The little fish swam and were not disturbed by the birds, and the birds that flew away did not come back, and the place was still peaceful, and the stream flowed unchanged.

And Jiang Feng's slightly condensed face, I don't know when, quietly changed.

"Freedom!" Jiang Feng said inaudibly.

After the words came out, Jiang Feng seemed to suddenly understand something, and his frowning brows were stretched out a lot.

"Freedom, I finally get it. After half a ring, Jiang Feng said again.

Qinglian a sword, realized from the word "stop killing", born from Li Bai's sword intent, Li Bai himself, is a living legend, life is chic and uninhibited, free, by people and swords, his sword intent is the same as himself, but also uninhibited and free.

Or it can be said that the sword intent left by Li Bai is actually a portrayal of his own state of mind.

In this way, Qinglian's sword does not lie in the swordsmanship itself, but focuses on the sword intent.

There is no sword intent that matches the sword technique itself, even if this sword is practiced to perfection, there will always be a defect, and the lack is imperfect, and there will be an awkward situation, and you will never be able to fully comprehend this sword.

"Speaking of which, I, Jiang Feng, still overestimate myself, I think that the Qinglian Sword is my own comprehension, and the sword intent that belongs to me is engraved, trying to embark on my own kendo path on top of this sword, but I don't know that this Qinglian sword, since it was born from Li Bai's sword intent, then it was engraved with the sword intent belonging to Li Bai, and I couldn't get rid of this influence at all. Soon, Jiang Feng said with emotion.

Qinglian sword, what Jiang Feng realized was only the rudiments of swordsmanship, what he changed was only sword moves, not sword intent, and with his current cultivation, he couldn't change the sword intent engraved on swordsmanship at all.

"The freedom I see is the freedom of all things in this heaven and earth, and I don't know when I will see the freedom that belongs to me. Jiang Feng thought about it, but he was not depressed.

The path of cultivation itself is a road of inheriting the past and opening up the future, and when cultivation is not enough, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to want to pioneer and innovate.

The accumulation of experience of predecessors has the glory of later generations, which is a kind of imprint, a brand that can never be erased.

It's just that Jiang Feng's heart is too high, and he went astray for a while, and at this time, he finally returned to the right path, which does not need to be frustrated at all, Jiang Feng has full self-confidence, one day, he will create his own swordsmanship, embark on a person who belongs to his own swordsmanship, and engrave a unique kendo will.

One way of thinking, one hundred passes, Jiang Feng sacrificed the bloodthirsty sword out of the sword, the sword intent is free and uninhibited, the swordsmanship is engraved with such a sword will, when Jiang Feng comes out of the sword, the sword moves with the mind, opens and closes, and is very bright. Qinglian a sword, Xiaocheng!

Cultivation is consolidated, swordsmanship is small, Jiang Feng was about to think carefully about the gains and losses in this cultivation process, when he suddenly sensed a violent energy fluctuation, making the sky above Jiang Feng's head seem to shake.

"Wow!"

I don't know what kind of creature makes a sound that punctures the eardrum.

With the appearance of that voice, the clear sky seemed to be dark all of a sudden.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of wings that were enough to cover the sky and the sun appeared like floating black clouds, the wings flapped in the air, the strong wind gusted, and the mountains and rocks splashed, even Jiang Feng felt a sense of extremely heavy oppression.

"Guluo Eagle!" Jiang Feng raised his head and muttered to himself slowly!