How can we make the enemy realize that this is a 'sword' and not a knife, a thorn, a whip, or a mace?

Do you rely on a standard sword grip position?

By moves?

Do you rely on self-reporting?

The moves on the sword are often the same, and self-reporting is undoubtedly the number of ways and plates of the family, and once the fight begins, the difference between the sword and the sword is no longer important.

"The sword is made of iron, it is psychic because of its grasping, it is moved by its heart, it is alive because of blood, and it dies because of non-thought......"

The words of the "Holy Scripture" are just point-to-point, but Mo Ye has already grasped the key.

Sword Intent!

Sword Momentum!

If you just want to make a branch or a fallen leaf as sharp and hard as a sword, you only need to bless it with sword qi, but the sword energy that branches and fallen leaves can carry is limited, and once they exceed a certain critical point, they will shatter and collapse.

The withered branches and fallen leaves are like this, and so are the divine weapons and sharp weapons, and it is precisely because of this profound realization that Mo Ye began to use the 'Qi Sword'.

But he went off the rails from the start.

Sword cultivation is not cultivated, it is just a form, that is, thanks to Mo Xie's extraordinary talent and the love of the Dugu Sword Saint, he personally carried the most extreme power in this world when his realm was extremely low, otherwise it would be impossible for him to find that he did not cultivate the sword intent until he stepped into the 'Ruthless Sword'.

Because according to common sense, it is impossible for a person who has not cultivated sword intent to set foot in a higher realm of kendo.

The crux of the problem was found, but so did the conundrum.

"What should I use as my sword intent?"

Some people take Qingshan as their sword intent, and one move is thick and difficult.

Some people take the sea as their sword intent, and they are not shocked.

Mo Xie tried to use his fingers instead of the sword to demonstrate a few moves, but the heaviness of the 'Ten Thousand Miles of Green Mountains' could not match the swiftness and lightness of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", and the 'Canghai Night Wave' was completely transformed into 'Angry Waves' after being cast by Mo Ye in the sword moves.

The momentum of the stacking waves, he used to know it early in the morning, and now the tricks in his hand rolled out, and the experience of practicing swords in the river in his heart slowly emerged.

He remembered that it was the first time he had been seriously injured and dying, and it was also the first time that he had been ashamed and courageously cultivated hard.

It turned out that the seeds had been planted early in the morning.

His right hand kept moving in waves, slow and jerky at first, but before he could get to the tea, he was getting faster again.

"Yes, yes, let's call you 'Canglang Sword Intent'. ”

The "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" had already taken shape in Mo Ye's hands, and it was like a river surging between the ups and downs, and the sound of sword qi 'sneering' was like a river crashing on the shore.

Mo Xie practiced from the beginning of the sword, and after about half an hour, he practiced to the eighteenth sword, and then he practiced back to the first sword from the eighteenth sword.

When he practiced from the sword up again, even the Dugu Sword Saint was reborn, and he couldn't recognize this set of swordsmanship as the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique".

Mo Ye's every move became crooked, ugly and unsightly comparable to the calligraphy written by the most stupid beginner in the world, but his moves were as coherent as flowing water, and his strength was like waves lifting his clothes and agitating, like a belt in the wind.

Dugu Sword Saint would never admit that he had created such an ugly sword technique like a dog crawling.

"Whew!"

I don't know when the wind picked up in the 100-square-meter residence, and the curtains by the window began to swagger like aquatic plants with Mo Ye's practice of the 'Canglang Sword Intent', sometimes stretching towards Mo Ye, and sometimes leaning out of the window. In the end, there was only a 'bang', and the curtains of the eight windows in the 100-square-meter room all fell to the ground.

"Hoo ......"

Mo Xie accepted and stood up.

"It seems that I have to go to Jiangli to practice. ”

He looked at his hand and commented.

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Xiao Boxing woke up at sunset, and before waking up, he had a dream in which he was pushed down the hillside by someone in an oil drum, and his brain was shaken into a paste before the oil drum rolled to the bottom of the mountain.

Then he woke up.

"...... here?"

He found himself inside an airplane, his hands and feet tied, lying in the cabin like cargo.

He seemed to understand why he was dreaming like that.

Headache, pain all over the body, but more dizziness, Xiao Boxing knows very well that this dizziness does not come from the non-stop swaying plane, but from the fact that he has forcibly urged the secret method and overdrawn too many things that he should not overdraw.

He struggled a little, and as he expected, the ropes tied to his hands and feet were specially made, and all he could do in pain was change his lying position.

But that's enough.

Enough for him to see the figure that looked like a demon god.

"Blood Clan True Ancestor!"

Xiao Boxing's movements, which were originally going to continue struggling, froze, and he saw Lin Ming.

This is supposed to be the 'first class' of this plane, Lin Ming is lying on the leather chair with his eyes closed and motionless.

Is he asleep? Passing the time with sleep like a normal person on a long-haul flight?

Or was he cultivating to replenish the consumption of that night's battle?

Xiao Boxing didn't know, there was only one thing he knew:

"What about my wife and daughter?"

His mouth was not sealed.

"The people of the Demon Sect have already taken them to Jianye, and you will meet them there. ”

Lin Ming didn't open his eyes or mouth, his voice sounded directly in Xiao Boxing's head.

"What do you want me to do?"

Xiao Boxing asked.

Although the other party has already said that he wants him to join the array, that statement is a bit broader, and the treatment he is receiving now is obviously not the treatment that a 'companion' should have.

The upper-level boss is not credible, and Xiao Boxing understood this truth very early.

"Your exercises are only up to the level of the Jindan stage, it is incomplete, and I want to find a complete one. ”

Lin Ming said.

"How do you know ......"

Xiao Boxing exclaimed, it is not strange that a cultivator's cultivation is seen through, and it is not strange that a cultivator's exercises are recognized, but it is very strange to see that the exercises practiced by a cultivator are incomplete, incomplete, and only recorded to a certain realm and then there is no more.

But he quickly suppressed his voice, and the surprise and fear placed on a prisoner could only add some pleasure to the victor's heart.

He lost the battle that night, but the loser did not lose.

"That's right, the exercises I practiced are indeed incomplete, and the full version of the exercises has long been lost, and you can't find it. Besides, how can the crystallization of wisdom over thousands of years be understood by foreigners?"

Xiao Boxing said.

Indeed, 'Xiuzhen' is the patent of the Chinese people, and the cultivation of the truth is specially tailored for the Chinese people, and any alien race who vainly attempts to practice the cultivation of the truth will be seriously injured at least and will explode to death. It's like a combination lock that requires DNA to open.

"I know, so I need to complete it. ”

Lin Ming said, he stretched out a hand and raised a finger in front of Xiao Boxing, and in the latter's shocked gaze, a flame ignited by light blue spiritual power bloomed on Lin Ming's fingertips.