(Is the perfection above the subtlety finally about to be reached?)

The blade is bright with feather-like lines, and subtle wavy lines can be seen on the blade, making it even sharper.

The sword body is sixty-three long, the widest is three .two, the narrowest is two .five, the thickest one, the thinnest zero point five, the hilt is twenty long, like a bamboo joint, dark red wooden, the surface is frosted, with a slight sour fragrance, the sword head is bronze, such as a tiger's head, and the net weight is eighteen catties except for the sheath.

Holding the sword in his left hand, the sword body reflects the sharp eyes, gliding like flowing water, the wrist trembles slightly, the sword light is dazzling, and the sword flower is pulled out with his hand.

This is the fine iron sword that Chen Zong just got in his hands, just from the appearance alone, it is indeed better than the previous mortal iron sword, and it is indeed a good sword.

The right hand is cracked, and it is not good to practice swords for the time being, but fortunately, I have been exercising my left hand, and it will not be much worse than my right hand.

Flexibly pulled out a few sword flowers, and Chen Zong put the sword into the sheath.

The scabbard of the fine iron sword, made of dark red wood and decorated with bronze, looks even more extraordinary.

Putting down the sword, Chen Zong took out the Tiger Yang Bone Balm.

A piece about the size of an egg, brown, exuding a strong fishy fragrance, according to the person who sent the Tiger Yang Zhuang Bone Ointment, such a large piece can almost brew twenty jars of Tiger Yang Zhuang Bone Wine.

Cut off a tenth of it and throw it into your mouth, as if it exploded on the tip of your tongue, your mouth is numb, and then quickly recedes, turning into a strong fragrance, and the taste is very peculiar.

The body quickly heated up, the blood and qi flow speed accelerated, and Chen Zong hurriedly cultivated the Tiger Roar Technique.

One-tenth of the amount is almost equivalent to directly drinking two jars of Tiger Yang Bone Wine, and the effect is quite obvious.

After a while, Chen Zong immediately felt a shock all over his body, and a tingling sensation permeated his whole body, as if an electric current was passing through, indescribably comfortable, and a smile spread across his face.

"Finally, the sixth tempering was completed, but I could feel that this was not my limit. Chen Zong said happily and a little distressed.

It's not the limit, which means that he can continue to temper and complete the seventh time, which is a very happy thing, but the sixth tempering has already taken him a lot of time, and the seventh tempering is definitely more difficult, and it will exceed the standard of one year.

"The remaining Tiger Yang Zhuang Bone Paste can indeed shorten my tempering time a little, but it won't be much. Chen Zong pondered: "I have to find a way to speed up my cultivation." ”

He believed that even if it was a full year, his cultivation had not yet broken through to the fourth layer of the Qi and Blood Realm, and he would not be expelled if he had such a foundation, but it was not a good thing after all.

Opportunities, you have to take the initiative to fight for them.

Nine days later, all the Tiger Yang Zhuang bone paste was eaten by Chen Zong, and his blood and qi were also tempered a little, but there was still a big gap before the seventh time was completed, and Chen Zong himself estimated that it would take at least three months or more.

I can't help but think of Tang Junluo, as the young master of the Tang family, his status has been superior since birth, even if he is a pig, he can enjoy treatment that others do not have, not to mention that he is a rare genius, not to mention the importance he receives.

Chen Zong is different, he is just a son from a clan, and the gap in origin is there, after all, no matter how strong a family is, its resources are always limited.

In nine days, the tiger's mouth injury in his right hand healed, and he could practice the sword again.

In the past nine days, he has only practiced the left-handed sword, which makes the level of Chen Zong's left-handed sword infinitely close to the right-handed sword.

"I can choose other foundation building martial arts cultivation, and I can easily practice them to the realm of Dacheng, but that kind of ascension has no advantage compared to my direct cultivation of the Tiger Roar Technique, unless I can cultivate to the realm of consummation, but to cultivate a foundation building martial art to the realm of consummation, it is difficult to do without a few months of hard work, it is too slow. Chen Zong pondered.

If people know what he thinks, and they don't know what they will be jealous of, it only takes a few months to cultivate the foundation building martial arts to the consummation realm, which is the realm that many people dream of.

"Perhaps, I can try to cultivate the Afterimage Sword Technique and the Eagle Fencing Technique to the subtle realm. Chen Zong's eyes lit up.

Nine days ago, he fought with Tang Junluo of the Tang family, and under the great pressure brought by the other party, he unconsciously broke the barrier between the three swordsmanship, and he was free, allowing himself to have a new understanding of the three swordsmanship.

Breaking through from the peak of Dacheng to the realm of perfection will bring some help to one's own blood and qi quenching, so if you break the shackles of the realm of perfection and reach the realm of subtlety, it will definitely be of greater help.

The fine iron sword is out of the sheath, and the sword light is bright, reflecting the sunlight, which is somewhat dazzling.

This corner of the martial arts training ground seems to have become Chen Zong's exclusive sword training place, far away, from time to time, there will be people looking around, envy and awe.

Chen Zong unfolded the afterimage swordsmanship, the sword light and the afterimage were intertwined and surrounded, unpredictable, for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, as if every sword was real, and as if every sword was fake, the people who saw the passers-by were dazzled, dizzy, and frightened.

Chen Zong was engrossed, forgetting everything around him, and constantly comprehending while practicing swords, trying to improve over and over again.

After practicing the Afterimage Sword Technique a hundred times, he practiced the Willow Sword Technique a hundred times, and then practiced the Eagle Fencing Method a hundred times, rested for a while to recover his strength, and at the same time regained his understanding, and then, he applied the three sword techniques alternately, looking for the feeling when he fought with Tang Junluo that day.

Chen Izuyun left, and the courtyard was also taken back by the clan hall, Chen Zong had nowhere to practice the three words of fast, accurate and stable, but his arms had always carried fifty catties of heavy iron pieces, and he never even took off his sleep except for taking a bath.

Although there was no condition to cultivate the three-character key of fast, accurate and stable, the basic eighteen styles never fell in the slightest, and the time originally used to cultivate the three-character key of fast, accurate and stable was also used by him to practice the three-door foundation building sword technique.

Every day he cultivates, Chen Zong will have a new understanding.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it has been ten months since Chen Zong came to the clan hall.

After Chen Fenghua, Chen Guzhan and other four people one after another, several more people tempered their blood and qi to the limit, successfully broke through, and became martial artists, and the number of martial disciples became smaller and smaller.

"After the seventh quenching, half of it was finally completed, and there was still half left. Stopping the cultivation of the Tiger Roar Technique, Chen Zong exhaled a long breath and said secretly.

Raise the sword, and once again come to the corner of the martial arts training ground to practice swordsmanship.

......

July 20, 395 in the Zhenwu calendar.

"Afterimage!"

With a low shout, Chen Zong took out his sword, the sword light and the sword shadow overlapped and staggered, and the six styles were repeated one after another, and they seemed to become chaotic and undisciplined.

Practicing and practicing, Chen Zong paused, he felt as if he was about to grasp something, but he didn't grasp anything, that feeling made him feel like he was scratched by a cat's claws, and his heart was itching.

Subconsciously look up at the sky.

The scorching sun was hanging high, the sun was shining, and at this time, a dark cloud floated from nowhere, spreading over the scorching sun, blocking it, and a shadow shrouded the surroundings, and also shrouded Chen Zong.

"Light ...... Shadow ......" Chen Zong's eyes lit up, the inspiration in his mind was surging, but it was fragmented, it was difficult to gather, Chen Zong fell into crazy thinking, the tip of the mysterious sword trembled continuously, the silver dragon flew, and the light shone in all directions.

The dark clouds slowly slipped across the sky, and when they staggered, another ray of sunlight fell, shining directly on Chen Zong's eyes, and the shadows disappeared, making him tremble, like a lighthouse in the dark night, and countless inspirations in his mind had found a breakthrough in an instant, and they gathered one after another.

"Light and Shadow...... Shadow Cancellation ......"

Silently, Chen Zong drew his sword again.

It was still the sixth style of the Afterimage Sword Technique, but as he cultivated over and over again, the countless inspirations in his mind accelerated and converged, and that feeling became clearer and clearer.

Countless sword lights surrounded his body, and countless sword shadows disappeared with him.

As he practiced, the six afterimages became blurred, and the sword light and sword shadow around his body continued to overlap, and finally, Chen Zong's eyes burst into an astonishing light, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the fine iron sword in his hand was slightly stunned, and countless lights and shadows like hundreds of rivers returned to the fine iron sword, making the fine iron sword release a dazzling light, as if it was going to shine with the sun in the sky.

"Whew!"

With a loud shout, the fine iron sword pierced through the air, and the extremely bright sword light shot out, instantly turning into shadows intertwined, turning from light to dark, making the sword even more difficult to distinguish.

Then, Chen Zong trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body was numb, his blood and qi were agitated, and he operated in the form of a tiger roar, roaring for a while.

The shadows dispersed, and Chen Zong still maintained the posture of stabbing out with a sword, as if he had been immobilized, motionless, and his skin was like a boiled prawn, and it was a little frighteningly red.

After it lasted for half a quarter of an hour, the blood and qi like the water of the long river gradually calmed down, and Chen Zong felt it carefully.

"Okay, the afterimage sword technique breaks through to the realm of perfection, and the effect on the refining of blood and qi is really strong, and it is completely comparable to the effect of the True Sword Eight Styles breaking through from the peak of Dacheng to the realm of perfection. Chen Zong was overjoyed, in this way, it saved him seven or eight days of hard training.

I was very hungry, so I hurriedly took out an energy pill and took it, and as the energy pill dissolved, the hunger gradually subsided.

Swinging the sword, the fine iron sword stabbed out again, alternating light and shadow, making it impossible to see where the sword was.

"It turns out that this is the so-called subtle realm......"

The afterimage swordsmanship reached the subtle realm, and Chen Zongfang realized that a martial art is still within the scope of martial arts itself, or within the shackles, and the subtle realm is to break the shackles, transcend that level, and have a new and higher level of comprehension of martial arts, which is equivalent to turning that martial art into his own.

To put it bluntly, the martial arts before the subtle realm are like other people's things, and the martial arts of the subtle realm, that thing becomes one's own.

"The so-called subtlety is to break through the original extreme of the understanding of swordsmanship, and the application of swordsmanship also breaks through the original extreme, giving full play to every bit of its own strength, giving full play to every trace of swordsmanship itself, and releasing the strongest power with the smallest force. Chen Zong said secretly, his eyes flickering: "Since the afterimage swordsmanship is subtle, there is this as a guide, and the willow swordsmanship and the eagle fencing method can also break through and reach the subtle realm." ”