The sword embryo recognizes the master, which is a peculiar phenomenon, but it is real.

This means that when the sword embryo is cast, the resonance between the warrior and the sword embryo is reached, and the two are like telepathy, merging into one.

At this time, if everything goes well, the warrior can let the sword embryo recognize it as the master, and the sword embryo will obey it from then on.

The sword is a part of the warrior's body, and the warrior wields the long sword as if he is using his own arm, which is easy and flexible.

The sword is the king of weapons, known as the monarch of a hundred soldiers.

This is one of the main reasons why most of the martial artists Ling Zhi has seen use swords.

Men go to the end of the world with swords, this is the heroic dream of many male warriors.

One person, one horse, one sword, one person, drink wine in the pot, fight swords in all directions, kill enemies in all directions, the universe is eight wildernesses, you can get it!

The form of the ink sword today is exactly in line with this state.

Whether or not the Lord succeeds depends not on Ling Zhi's strength, but on whether he can match with the ink sword.

What's more, in fact, it is Mo Jian who takes the initiative to recognize the master, rather than Ling Zhi forcing Mo Jian to recognize the master.

The snow-white sword embryo vibrated in Ling Zhi's hand, and the incomparably powerful sword qi was horizontal.

These sword qi swept through the air and rushed around.

Fortunately, there was a spiritual power defensive wall laid by Chen Liang in advance, which blocked these out-shot sword qi.

But in this, Ling Zhi himself was instantly torn apart by the sword qi, and several wounds were torn.

The deepest wound was his right hand.

Ling Zhi held the ink sword in his right hand, as if he was directly holding the sword stone body, no different.

The sharpness of the sword stone is vividly reflected at this moment.

Some white, from Ling Zhi's palm, emerged.

It wasn't anything else, it was Ling Zhi's hand bones, and the flesh had long been separated by the ink sword.

"This, if you hold it like this, Brother Ling's hand will be useless! Where is this still a confession!" Bai Jingyu said worriedly.

Woohoo.

There was a tingling grinding sound between the sword stone and Ling Zhi's hand bones.

It was the ink sword that was buzzing, shaking, and breaking free, but Ling Zhi didn't let go.

Ling Zhi knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. Chen Liang stared at Ling Zhi's eyes, and in those eyes, there was clarity and firmness.

"But......" Bai Jingyu wanted to say something more, but Ling Zhi suddenly let out a soft snort.

Then he held the sword embryo like this, and swung it, and the sound of friction between the bones of his hand and the body of the sword became clearer and clearer.

If it weren't for Ling Zhi's strong body, he was afraid that just a few rubs would break his hand bones.

The ink sword is sharp and sharp, and its sword heart is indomitable, breaking all obstacles.

If Ling Zhi abandoned the sword first, temporarily avoided the edge, and avoided being injured by the sword stone outside the ink sword, then he would directly lose the opportunity to let the sword embryo recognize the master.

Because of Mo Jian, he will not admit that a martial artist who can't even hold him, can't do it, is the master.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, he is arrogant, it is cold, it would rather self-destruct, than be willing to be used in the hands of a warrior he does not like.

The sword embryo recognizes the master, which requires a lot of harsh conditions, which can be met but not sought.

In the same way, even if they encounter it, they cannot recognize the Lord, and they account for the vast majority.

Ling Zhi seemed to be obsessed with it, but in fact, he knew very well what he was doing, Mo Jian's sword heart was indomitable, and Ling Zhi set his own path when he and Yan Ping met for the first time in the reincarnation pool.

That is to never back down, never take half a step back.

This coincides.

So Ling Zhi didn't do this deliberately, he just followed his heart and did all this.

Leaving the sharpness of the sword stone behind, there was only one sword in his eyes, and even himself began to blur.

When he moves his arm, he moves his sword.

The tremor of any muscle in his arm will cause the angle and strength of the ink sword's sword body to change.

Ling Zhi held the ink sword, as if he was controlling his fingers, flexible as one, relaxed and comfortable.

The hilt of the ink sword pierced deeply into Ling Zhi's hand, directly breaking through the flesh on his hand and pressing it together with the bone.

Ling Zhi is actually using his hand bones to control the sword.

Although this is just a hold, not a chop, no matter how strong the bones are on time, it is impossible to hold on to the friction with the sword stone and fight head-on.

At least that's not what Ling Zhi can do now.

But he held the ink sword, swinging more and more freely, moving more and more quickly, and his demeanor became more and more casual, as if the sword stone could not hurt him at this moment.

The blood in Ling Zhi's palms flowed, dripping on the sword body, and under the light of the snow-white sword body, it was dazzling.

"Brother Ling, how did it grow with the hilt of this sword?" Lian Bu exclaimed with sharp eyes.

Bai Jingyu and Chen Liang both shifted their gazes, both shocked and puzzled.

Ling Zhi's physical body is strong and his self-recovery ability is extremely strong, so the wound on his palm at the moment is already healing itself.

Originally, Ling Zhi was holding the ink sword, and every moment, it was causing more damage, and the wound should not have been able to heal.

But at this moment, it seemed that the ink sword no longer hurt Ling Zhi, which gave the wound a chance to heal.

However, the strange thing is that while the wound is healing, it is rushing towards the hilt of the ink sword as if it does not feel the ink sword.

As a result, the ink sword was like growing in Ling Zhi's hands.

Swish!

Ling Zhi slashed down with his sword, controlling the ink sword to stop precisely a little distance from the ground, he frowned, and looked at his palm suspiciously.

Then he was shocked to find that his palms and fingers were really fused with the hilt of the ink sword.

In other words, if he opened his palm now, or moved his fingers, the wound would rupture again, and he would be able to separate from the ink sword.

The wound healed, and he actually regarded the ink sword as a part of his body, and automatically wrapped the ink sword in it.

"The sword melts into the body, and the body is the sword, which is the phenomenon of the sword embryo recognizing the master. Leng Yan snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "A group of idiots, they don't even understand this!"

Then Leng Yan suddenly made a shocking move.

She picked up the fiery red sword and thrust it into her body.

"Leng Yan ......" Ling Zhi stretched out his hand to stop it.

But Leng Yan's speed was so fast, and so suddenly, when he spoke, the fiery red long sword had already submerged into her body.

But all this, there is no problem.

The fiery red sword entered Leng Yan's body, but it didn't hurt her in the slightest.

Then Leng Yan was so weird, and pulled out the fiery red long sword again, "Hmph, my Xiaohong is also a sword embryo to recognize the master, and it is much better than yours, you see that your sword, bare, not good-looking at all." ”

Leng Yan is like saying a very ordinary, ordinary thing.

Looking at her casual, weird movements, everyone except Ling Zhi swallowed a mouthful of envy.