The sword is a weapon of murder, no matter how ornate the rhetoric it is, it is an eternal truth.

Xunyang Kenzuka only learns swords, not swordsmanship, because they always adhere to the principle that the path of the sword should not be limited to moves.

Ning Zhitian is very distressed now, he doesn't know what to teach Li Yan, because his talent is too demonic, and it is too basic to suit him. Although the foundation of the sword path must be laid step by step, Li Yan is a person who has entered the day after tomorrow, and he has been enlightened by the three sword intent of Ning Zhitian.

Li Yan is also very distressed now, because his breakthrough not only embarrassed Ning Zhitian, but also embarrassed him. He knew his own situation, and the day after tomorrow he entered was completely relied on his talent to comprehend the internal power of the Wuzi Chapter by chance, and after all, the foundation was unstable.

The trajectory of the internal force of the martial character chapter in the Thousand Gates' Secret Classics is different from that of the inner strength of the righteous path mental method, which is peaceful and vigorous. It's not a crooked way, but it's still a little weird. I only remember that Ning Zhitian gave him a pulse after he broke through the realm, and he was startled by the strange power of Wuzizhang on the spot, and thought that Li Yan was playing some kind of magic skill of the Demon Sect.

The three sword intentions that cut off all false and evil thoughts helped Li Yan cut off his anger the day after tomorrow, although he cut off his anger after all, he was still uneasy to calm down, and he couldn't let go of his obsession. What are the consequences of not being able to let go of obsession? I just can't calm down.

Let's talk about the heart of the Wuzi Chapter, the internal force of the Wuzi Chapter is gathered in the dantian along the meridians, which is no different from the general exercises, but the Wuzi Chapter is strange because it is not an internal force summary, but hundreds of internal forces in a meridian.

What concept are hundreds? That's the equivalent of you driving a car through the streets, and Li Yan is a convoy. Ning Zhitian was very suspicious of why Li Yan was not overwhelmed by this internal power comparable to that of a saint, because this didn't look like a heaven and earth adventure no matter how you looked at it.

At this time, on Gulou Mountain in the suburbs around LS City, Ning Zhitian and Li Yan had already contracted here. The two of them have been here for a week, and they are sent by Chi Jun to deliver food every day. Li Yan has nothing to be dissatisfied with, if he can practice martial arts and eat enough, it is not a big deal, but there are slightly more mosquitoes.

Ning Zhitian frowned, holding the simple and unpretentious Zhitian Sword in his hand, at this time, the Zhitian Sword was wrapped in Ning Zhitian's powerful true qi, and he kept moving in these three positions on Li Yan's shoulders and head with the sword. And Li Yan is calmly running his Wu Zi Zhang's internal force at the moment, hundreds of internal forces are swimming in his acquired level meridians, Wu Zi Zhang is like plasticine, layer upon layer in Li Yan's meridians but not crowded.

A puff of white smoke gradually rose from around Li Yan's body, and the air rose with it. Ning Zhitian's face was solemn, and his heart rose to a higher level every time he watched Li Yan run the internal force of the Martial Character Chapter, for fear that his meridians would not be able to stand it and be burst.

As Nei Li swam to the vicinity of the dantian, Li Yancai took a long breath to collect his strength.

Ning Zhitian wiped the sweat on his forehead and exhaled a turbid breath, and he pointed at the center of Li Yan's eyebrows with one hand and shot a still water sword intent. This is the homework that Ning Zhitian arranged for Li Yan every day, using the still water sword intent to calm his mind and calm his mind, otherwise it would be impossible for Li Yan to calm down and run the Wuzi Chapter alone, and it was also possible to go mad.

Li Yan, who has entered the acquired realm, no longer looks mediocre, although his appearance has not become handsome because of this, but he has a sharp aura all over his body, which is the credit of the three sword intents. No matter what Li Yan's temperament was at this time, at least he looked like he already had a little bit of a martial artist's demeanor.

"Master, I'm a real martial artist now." Li Yan got up and asked excitedly.

Ning Zhitian put the Zhitian Sword in his hand back into the sheath, glanced at Li Yan without being salty, and nodded: "There is still a little bit of that meaning." When Li Yan heard this evaluation, he knew that Ning Zhitian really recognized him, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"But it's still early, boy. You are just a martial arts junior now, I don't know how many people are stronger than you, and there are saints in martial arts, you are just a mere acquirer now, what are you proud of? Ning Zhitian said mockingly.

"Then Master, will you tell me about the division of the martial arts realm?" Li Yan became interested when he heard the word sage.

"It's okay, I'll let you see for a long time." Ning Zhitian touched his beard and wanted to pretend to be a master, but he really found that he was really not suitable for this kind of appearance, so he put down his hand, cleared his throat and said:

"There are four realms of martial arts, and when you first learn martial arts, you are reborn, which sounds amazing, but in fact, this is only the most basic realm, it just means that you are different from ordinary people. The second realm is your current acquired realm, and only after entering the world can you be considered to have entered the hall, and now most people in the martial arts are in the acquired realm. The third realm is the congenital, the congenital is great, that can be called a great god, only when you enter the congenital, you can be regarded as a real master, and only when you walk in the world can you have the confidence, and now most of the family heads and sect masters and elders are all congenital realms, and there are people like you who are in the innate realm, but there are only a handful. After speaking, Ning Zhitian paused for a moment before continuing.

"Finally, there is the saint, the saint is the most powerful force in this world, and all means are at the pinnacle. One punch can break mountains and rivers; A sword against the river; A single knife can cut the invisible. Ning Zhitian said yearningly.

Li Yan listened to Ning Zhitian's words, although he could feel that the saint was incomparably powerful, but it did not bring him an intuitive impact. He looked at Ning Zhitian's expression and asked with some curiosity, "Master, are you a saint?" Ning Zhitian was stunned when he heard this, shook his head with some regret and said, "I only practice swordsmanship, and I have not become a saint." ”

Li Yan nodded, and asked again: "Could it be that if you only cultivate the way of the sword and don't cultivate internal strength, you can't become a saint?" ”

Ning Zhitian shook his head and said, "That's not the case, everyone can become holy, as long as the Dao you respect and cultivate is at the pinnacle, no matter what, you can be holy, saint is just a general title." ”

Li Yan nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "Just like Confucius?" Ning Zhitian was very satisfied with Li Yan's comprehension ability, and said: "That's right, that is a Confucian sage, a Confucian sage who follows the law." In addition, there is also a thief saint from a thousand doors, and the existing Ling saint of the Tang Sect. ”

"It seems that there are more than a few saints." After listening to this, Li Yan gave the sage a high-yield evaluation.

"Yes, there are indeed many saints, but not many." Ning Zhitian looked at Li Yan and said suddenly.

"Which other?" Li Yan wanted to continue listening.

"I remember that the Yin family of the first family on Jiangnan Road also had a saint, but I don't know if he is still alive now. The Cloud Saint of the Yun family in Kunlun, the sect master of the Demon Sect was also a saint back then, and I only know so much. Ning Zhitian said with emotion.

Li Yan was completely immersed in the world constructed by this saint at the moment, imagining their supreme strength, and also fantasizing that he could do the same one day.....

Ning Zhitian had already seen through what Li Yan was thinking, and said mercilessly: "How can a saint be so easy to achieve? As soon as you enter the sainthood, you can live for an extra hundred years, which is against the rules of heaven and earth! This shows how difficult it is to become a saint. ”

"Two hundred years .... Lives? Li Yan was dumbfounded. Ning Zhitian nodded lightly under Li Yan's surprised gaze, and said, "It's useless to just talk about this, next, I will pass on to you the real talent, how much you can learn depends on your creation." ”

Li Yan was awe-struck and nodded emphatically.

Ning Zhitian took off the Zhitian Sword on his back, took out the quaint Zhitian Sword and said, "This is what I told you, the sword momentum of the predecessor of the Sword Shrine to destroy hundreds of people with one sword. ”

After speaking, he shook the sword body, and a sword light spewed out and shot straight at a mountain rock in the distance, and under Li Yan's shocked gaze, the mountain rock was torn apart. Turning his head to look at Ning Zhitian again, he could guess this sword with an indifferent face, I am afraid that he will not be able to do it at all.

Thinking of what Ning Zhitian said just now, isn't he a saint? What the hell is that......

This is not over, when the mountain rock turned into countless fragments, Ning Zhitian stabbed a brilliant sword rhyme with his backhand and swept away those broken stones in the air. After the gravel was swept away, Ning Zhitian shook his sword again, and several sword qi shot out, and the fragments of the mountain rock all turned into flying ashes under the sharp power of those sword qi.

Li Yan stood up and looked at the sword in Ning Zhitian's hand with great envy, secretly thinking that if Lao Tzu practiced this kind of swordsmanship, wouldn't he be invincible!

"Master, what kind of realm are you?" He asked the sentence anyway.

Ning Zhitian turned his back to him, and the demeanor of his predecessors was fully displayed, and he said proudly: "Above the congenital, below the saint." ”

What does this mean? Li Yan was at a loss, but looking at Ning Zhitian's smug appearance, he had no choice but to pout and say nothing.

At this time, Ning Zhitian swung his sword again, there was no gorgeous sword momentum sword rhyme and sword qi just now, just a sword light from the disciple swung around, like a gust of wind blowing slightly. The silver sword light slowly drifted away, without a trace of the sharp aura that the sword light should have, and it didn't seem to have any lethality, purely for pretending to be used. But Li Yan didn't think so, because he had just seen a huge heavenly sword flying from that sword light, cutting off all life in the world.

Li Yan was frightened for a while, the sword light just now crossed him and there was nothing at all, he touched his body, fortunately he was not cut into two pieces.

Ning Zhitian looked at Li Yan and asked, "Which one do you want to learn?" Li Yan raised his head in a daze, his mind still immersed in the fear left to him by the sword light just now.

"Second sword." Uncontrolled, Li Yan chose that terrifying sword light.

Ning Zhitian's eyes grew with appreciation, and he nodded with satisfaction and said, "The first sword is just a potential, but the second sword is mighty, do you know why?" ”

Li Yan shook his head.

"Because of the state of mind, the first sword is the momentum that the senior wants to fight for a bloody path. The second sword is the will of the senior's death, so the sword called the sky. ”

Li Yan seemed to understand something, and Ning Zhitian seemed to be telling him that the most important thing in kendo was the sword heart, what kind of sword heart, and what kind of sword to swing. or potential or rhyme, it is inseparable from an ever-changing sword heart, a sword heart that is conserved and unified.

Learning this sword, Li Yan had a voice shouting in his heart, desperately telling him to let him choose the second sword.

"Second sword." He repeated it again, this time with a voice so firm that no one could shake it.

Ning Zhitian looked at Li Yan deeply with a smile and said, "I will hand over the two swords to you, it depends on how much you can learn." ”

Li Yan bowed deeply.