Chapter Seventy-Two: The Spirit of the Sword

"Imperial Sword Technique!" Tang Lin looked at the three big characters on the book in disbelief. "Swordsmanship", he practiced the first part of "Sword with Strength", and he longed for the middle and lower two articles.

He turned the next page with trepidation, and he was very much looking forward to which one this sword book would be, whether it was the middle or the next, as long as it wasn't the first.

There were a total of six big characters written on the next page, and when he saw the first word, Tang Lin laughed happily.

"The novella is the spirit of the sword!" Tang Lin looked at the six big characters and trembled, the middle story of the sword technique he had been thinking about for a long time, "the sword with the spirit", finally appeared in front of him today.

Tang Lin looked at the content behind him excitedly, and the more he looked back, the happier he became. He hurriedly said to Leng Hai, "You can give me this book!"

Leng Hai smiled helplessly: "Male god, what are you talking about, even if you want my life, I won't say a word!"

"Okay!" Tang Lin looked through the "Imperial Sword Technique Novella" a few more times as a treasure, and then reluctantly put it into the jade pendant. This book doesn't have much effect on other people, but for Tang Lin, who has already completed the first part of the swordplay, this book is a priceless treasure.

Jiang Youxuan asked Tang Lin curiously, "Little brat, what are you taking! ”

"I won't tell you!" Tang Lin grinned and smiled like a child.

"Cut! If you don't say it, don't say it, stingy. Jiang Youxuan turned her head and puffed out her mouth and said dissatisfied.

It's not that Tang Lin doesn't trust Jiang Youxuan and deliberately hides it from her, it's just that he wants to use the sword technique as another unexpected hole card for himself, so he doesn't plan to tell her first.

Jiang Youxuan didn't ask any more questions, and said angrily with her hands on her hips: "Have you finished choosing?

"Okay! Let's go!" Tang Lin said, finding this "Imperial Sword Technique Novella" made him happier than getting the Extreme Heavenly Wing. As long as he knows how to practice this "Essential Sword Technique", he can fly with his sword and soar into the world.

Before leaving, Leng Hai and Cangliu packed all the treasures in the treasure house into the space magic weapon. Before leaving, these treasures must not be left here.

After a while, the room was empty, and the four of them left together. After a long day's work, the four of them each returned to their rooms, rested, and prepared for the migration the day after tomorrow.

Inside the house, Tang Lin took out the "Imperial Sword Technique Novel" and read it carefully, and used Qi Imperial Sword to mainly talk about how to use aura to control flying swords. He took out the Zhiqiu Sword and tried to establish an induction with Zhiqiu using the method in "The Middle Chapter of Imperial Sword Technique".

The first step of "Spirit Sword" is to establish a sense with the flying sword, and only when the sense is established can the next step be carried out.

Zhiqiu Jian and Tang Lin have been running in for many years, and Tang Lin has long been familiar with Zhiqiu, and he can't be more familiar with it. He slowly used his spiritual sense to penetrate Zhiqiu.

But on the Zhiqiu Sword, there seems to be a layer of hard diaphragm, which blocks Tang Lin's spiritual consciousness and prevents Tang Lin's spiritual sense from entering Zhiqiu.

Tang Lin tried several times, but found that he could not shake the diaphragm in the slightest. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly felt a tiny crack in the diaphragm, although the crack was very small, it was enough to make Tang Lin happy.

"There's a play!" Tang Lin said in surprise, he took back half of his spiritual sense and continued to infiltrate into the Zhiqiu Sword. The spirit turned into a sharp blade that attacked the rift.

The cracks in the diaphragm continued to expand under the attack of Tang Lin's spiritual sense. Eventually, the crack spread to the entire diaphragm, and the crack was like a deep ravine, attached to the diaphragm, and the diaphragm looked like it was about to shatter.

"Bang!" The blade of the spiritual consciousness slammed into the diaphragm again, and the diaphragm instantly collapsed and dissipated.

Without the barrier of the diaphragm, Tang Lin's spiritual sense entered the Zhiqiu Sword unimpeded.

There was nothing but endless flames inside the sword, and nothing else. What Tang Lin needs to do is to imprint his own imprint in this space, and only when he succeeds in imprinting his imprint can Tang Lin establish an induction with Zhiqiu.

Tang Lin's spiritual sense was in the center of the Zhiqiu Sword, constantly manifesting into his figure. But Tang Lin's figure had just condensed, and the flames around him instantly swallowed the figure. Tang Lin's figure that had just been condensed was turned to ashes by the flames like this.

Undeterred, he continued to use his spiritual sense to manifest himself within the Zhiqiu Sword. Once, twice, three times....... Tang Lin's figure condensed countless times, but every time it was just condensed, it would be swallowed up by the flames.

However, whenever Tang Lin recondensed his figure, his illusory figure would become a little stronger, and the speed at which the flames devoured his figure would also slow down.

Finally, the speed at which the flames devoured the figure could not catch up with the speed at which the figure condensed. Tang Lin's illusory figure turned into a substance lifelike, and his figure sat cross-legged in the flames inside the Zhiqiu Sword. The flames wrapped around his body, slowly becoming intimate with him, and no longer hurt him.

Outside the Zhiqiu Sword, Tang Lin withdrew his spiritual sense, but the figure was still sitting in the Zhiqiu Sword and did not move like a mountain.

"Whew!" Tang Lin exhaled and said with a smile: "This is the first step!"

He took Zhiqiu in his hand, Zhiqiu's appearance had not changed from before, his hand was warm, and the color was still red with gold. But Tang Lin could clearly feel the strong connection between him and Zhiqiu.

The first step is to establish a sense with the flying sword, and the second step is to control the flying sword with spiritual power. The second step is very simple, as long as you have spiritual power, you can control the flying sword, and the most difficult step is to establish a sense with the flying sword. It takes a long time to establish the process of induction, Tang Lin has been running in with Zhiqiu Sword for many years, and he also dripped a drop of his own essence blood into it when he upgraded Zhiqiu last time, so he can establish induction with Zhiqiu so quickly.

"Let's try the second step next!" Tang Lin said as the corners of his mouth rose as he looked at Zhiqiu Jian.

After speaking, he urged the spiritual power in his body to inject it into Zhiqiu, and Zhiqiu felt Tang Lin's spiritual power tremble slightly. He used his spiritual power to control Zhiqiu to slowly fly into the air, and Zhiqiu swayed out of his palm under his control.

Zhiqiu flew into the air for about a zhang, and as soon as Tang Lin's spiritual power moved, the flames contained in Zhiqiu's sword emerged. The blazing fire wrapped around Zhiqiu, like a small sun.

He controlled Zhiqiu to draw a circle in the air, but because his control over Zhiqiu was not enough, Zhiqiu dragged a flame tail and drew a triangle in the air.

Tang Lin smiled and continued to control Zhiqiu to draw a circle in the air, allowing Zhiqiu to make the shape he wanted in the air, which was the first step to successfully controlling Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu continued to staggered and was controlled by Tang Lin with spiritual power to draw circles, this process was very painful for Tang Lin, he couldn't control Zhiqiu skillfully now, so controlling Zhiqiu was a great loss of his spiritual power.

Suddenly, Tang Lin didn't pay attention, his spiritual power was not in control of Zhiqiu, and Zhiqiu flew towards the camp in front.

The tents of the Red Elf tribe are all made of silk cloth, and the most feared thing about silk cloth is fire. I saw that the camp tent touched Zhiqiu, who was in flames, and it burned instantly.

The flames on the tent were like a fierce dragon, the dragon opened its teeth and claws, scurried around the tent, and in the blink of an eye, the whole tent was set on fire.

Tang Lin smiled bitterly and used the devouring spiritual power in his body. The black devouring spiritual power scattered outward with Tang Lin as the center, and the fire dragons that were galloping on the camp tent instantly wilted when they encountered the devouring spiritual power. The black devouring spiritual power pounced on the fire dragons, and the fire dragons were dragged into the devouring spiritual power, becoming part of the devouring spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye. All the flames were devoured, but only a third of the camp where Tang Lin was located remained. He used his spiritual power to retract Zhiqiu into the scabbard of his right arm. The camp tent was damaged by him, and he didn't feel any shame, anyway, the Red Elf tribe was about to relocate, and this camp tent was not of much use. What's more, Leng Hai and Cangliu won't blame him.

"What's the matter, male god, you have nothing to do!" Leng Hai and Cangliu rushed over as soon as possible, the flame just now attracted the attention of the two elves, and they found that the camp tent that was on fire was where Tang Lin lived, so they hurriedly put down their work and ran over.

"It's okay!" Tang Lin waved his hand and said embarrassedly.

"What happened to the fire just now?" Cangliu asked with concern, thinking that it was another outlaw who broke into the Red Elf tribe and set it on fire.

"Oh! That fire was accidentally made by me when I was practicing just now. As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Lin saw Jiang Youxuan coming over.

Jiang Youxuan saw that Tang Lin's camp was on fire, and she also rushed to the first time. When she heard Tang Lin say that he had done it by practicing, her face instantly turned red, and she remembered that Tang Lin had broken the wall by practicing in Caihuang Tower. She glared at Tang Lin unkindly, snorted coldly and turned her head to leave.

"Hey!" Tang Lin looked at Jiang Youxuan, who had just come and left, and shouted, he had lived in the Smurfs Fantasy for more than sixty years before, and now his mind had already become mature and not so naïve, he knew what Jiang Youxuan was thinking now.

"Male god, do you want to ......" Leng Hai smiled slyly, and wittily pointed in the direction Jiang Youxuan was walking, he had lived for so long, he had a lot of experience, he thought that Tang Lin and Jiang Youxuan must have that kind of relationship, and now they were making trouble.

"Go, go, go, don't talk nonsense, you little old man, we are innocent!" Tang Lin looked at Leng Hai's smile, and instantly understood what he was thinking, so he explained seriously.

"Okay, okay, I understand, male god, I understand!" Leng Hai smiled even brighter.

Although Cangliu didn't quite understand what was going on, he laughed together.

Tang Lin was full of black lines, and he felt that the more he explained, the more chaotic it became, so he simply stopped explaining.

"Male god, this tent looks unlivable, so I'm going to change the tent for you. Cangliu said.

Tang Lin thought for a moment and said, "No, I may be leaving soon, so I won't go back to the Smurfs tribe with you." ”