Sitting on the bed, Chu Ming first took out the memory compass of a heavy swordsman in the Guiyuan Realm.

The spiritual sense sank into it, Chu Ming's perception dimmed, and by the time he reacted, he had already appeared in a wide ring.

Chu Ming's eyes looked to both sides, and found that on both sides of the ring, there were two demon dao martial artists in black standing, and the scene in this was exactly the same as the scene Chu Ming saw in the gladiatorial arena, which was immersive.

On the left is a middle-aged swordsman, his expression is grim, his eyes are sharp like an eagle, and he is holding a blood sword in his hand, which exudes a shining light.

On the right is a well-behaved old man, with gray hair, residual black sand on his face, the momentum on his body is like an abyss, his palms are flexed and extended, and his fingers are sharp.

Rumble!

In Chu Ming's stunned moment, the two of them shot at the same time, and the blood sword in the hands of the middle-aged swordsman was like a blood light, and it directly rammed towards the obedient old man, and the air around him was stabbed one after another, and the strong wind swept wildly towards the surroundings.

The obedient old man's right hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed the blood light in front of him fiercely, and the entire palm turned into a glass color, and the silk lumpy spiritual power dripped from his palm.

Bite!

A golden sound sounded, and with Chu Ming's eyesight, he could clearly see that where the two collided, there were sparks flying around.

Rumble!

In an instant, the sword momentum in the middle-aged swordsman's hand changed, and in the midst of the wind and waves, he stabbed towards the face of the obedient old man, and the sword light broke out of his body, turning into a horizontal chain and disappearing.

"Bloodclaw!"

The obedient old man's gesture changed, and his right claw suddenly burst out with three inches of blood, piercing the air and grabbing directly towards the sword body of the swordsman.

Poof!

The swordsman's blood sword was suddenly blocked, and he could not advance by half an inch, and the space was slightly agitated.

"Kill!"

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were pitch black, and with a flick of his right hand, the blood sword broke out of his hand, turning into a red blood light, flying around the obedient old man.

Flutter!

Before the obedient old man could react, a red sword light suddenly flashed from behind him, directly piercing his chest, and blood flowed everywhere.

The space was illusory, Chu Ming's spiritual sense was withdrawn, and when he reacted, he had already appeared in the inn.

Call!

Chu Ming let out a sigh of relief, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, the last move of the black-clothed swordsman was not very lethal, but it was better than the elusive, especially at the moment when a person's reaction was lax, it was simply tried and tested to use.

However, if it is about the degree of mystery, Chu Ming's Flying Fire Flowing Blade may be worse, but the Meteor Sword is enough to be comparable to him.

The last sword of the black-clothed swordsman was constantly simulated in his mind, as if a slide was playing on the side.

Killing tests a swordsman's wrist flexibility and eyesight, only wrist flexibility. In order to really throw the sword away, only with strong eyesight can you find the right time, and both are indispensable.

It wasn't until the perception in his mind was really precipitated that Chu Ming re-immersed his spiritual sense in it and watched the memory compass, Chu Ming didn't want to re-comprehend the sword moves, he wanted to deepen his understanding of the way of the sword.

Whether it is a sword move or a sword intent, it is based on the comprehension of the sword, and only the deep understanding of the way of the sword can create and use the sword move at your fingertips.

Every time he looked at it, Chu Ming's mind seemed to be a sophisticated instrument, extracting the things that could only be used by himself among the black-clothed swordsmen and integrating them into his own kendo.

A memory compass can only be read three times, and after reading it three times, Chu Ming still has some unfinished thoughts, and if he doesn't read it once, he has a new experience in his heart, maybe this is called refreshing the old and learning the new.

Taking out the second memory compass, Chu Ming continued to comprehend, the black-clothed swordsman in the first compass comprehended the sword intent of the killing sword, while the swordsman in the second compass comprehended the sword intent of the void.

Chu Ming had already comprehended the Killing Sword Intent, so it was relatively smooth to watch, but the Void Sword Intent was a realm that Chu Ming had never touched, so it looked as if it was in the clouds.

In the scene of the memory compass, the swordsman who comprehended the sword intent of the void only made three swords, and he slashed his opponent!

The three swords looked unremarkable, but every time the sword was released, the space would fluctuate, as if it was silently accumulating strength, and when the third sword was issued, almost instantly, the dazzling sword light flooded the space.

I watched it three times in a row, but about the Void Sword Intent, Chu Ming still didn't have any clue, but this was normal, even if Chu Ming had comprehended two kinds of sword intent, but it was still difficult to comprehend another sword intent, and it was simply delusional to comprehend it by looking at the memory compass!

In the third memory compass, the martial artist of the Returning Yuan Realm Triple comprehended the immortal sword intent, and his immortal sword intent had reached the level of the fourth order, compared to his cultivation, his attainments in the sword path were not simple.

"Immortal Wind Shadow!"

In the memory compass, the long sword in the hand of the white-clothed swordsman seemed to turn into countless streams of wind in an instant, moving back and forth in the space, containing immortality and immortality.

"Death Fist!"

His opponent was not simple, the tower-like figure blasted out with a punch, and in an instant, the fist shadow was heavy, and the death fist intent filled the entire space, and the immortal sword intent was mutually exclusive.

However, the immortal wind was pervasive and endless, and in just an instant, the fist shadows were all slashed, and the tower-like body was also beaten into a sieve, and blood flowed everywhere.

Among these three compasses, the white-clothed swordsman in the third compass undoubtedly has the deepest comprehension of the way of the sword, even Chu Ming is ashamed of himself, and because of this, Chu Ming can really learn from it.

For five days in a row, Chu Ming carefully felt the remnants of the sword in the three memory compasses in the room, which made his comprehension of the way of the sword improve a lot, and he had a feeling that there seemed to be a thin film in front of him, blocking his progress.

At this time, Zhu Qianqiu and Xu Yibai came back.

"You guys prepare, the assessment of the Tianxing Sect will start tomorrow, you must recharge your energy today, and we will set off tomorrow!"

In the lobby, Zhu Qianqiu said solemnly to many young talents.

"Yes!"

At this moment, these teenagers and girls all look like they are sharpening their knives, and between their eyebrows, they have a look of eagerness, since they have the courage to participate in the inner gate assessment of Tianxing Sect, they are naturally extremely confident in their own strength, otherwise it will only increase the joke!

At night, Chu Ming, who returned to the room, did not fall asleep, but held the medium-grade spirit stone in his hand and entered the cultivation state, no matter what he did, strength is always the most important, only strength is the guarantee of his own survival!