Chapter 135 The majestic pass is like iron, and it is calmly crossed

Realizing the importance of condensation, Zhu Xing took a deep breath, urged his sword of will again, and slashed towards the 'crystal wall' in front of him!

A sword is useless.

The second sword is useless.

Three Swords...... Four Swords...... Five Swords......

Every time Zhu Xing cut out a sword, he had to stop and think carefully about the sword he had chopped, every action, every moment, every link, what were the flaws and omissions, and what made the force of his slash unable to be cohesive.

In this way, sword by sword, sword by sword, sword by sword, when Zhu Xing felt tired again, he still couldn't cut through the 'crystal wall' in front of him, the only thing that made him happy was that this 'crystal wall' that could instantly disperse the force was finally no longer as smooth as a mirror, just now, he was able to leave a sword mark like a hair on the wall as hard and crystal as crystal!

This sword mark is very fine, on this mirror-like smooth and flat wall, like a hair, and it only exists for a moment, but this is definitely a milestone for Zhu Xing, because this means that he has finally gone the right way, and finally began to compress and condense his scattered liliang, although the effect is not great, but for Zhu Xing, a cultivator who is completely eating pies falling from the sky and growing up all the way, it is completely different. His growth was so fast, it was like taking a high-speed train, and he didn't see the scenery clearly along the way, so he rushed all the way to the destination.

Zhu Xing retreated to the foot of the mountain again, recovering from his tired jīng god and ** in a coma, and of course, when he fell into a deep sleep, his soul and flesh and blood body also began to transform again......

When Zhu Xing woke up, he had eaten a full meal, rushed up the mountain road again, ran wildly all the way, and came to the tall and solid 'crystal wall' again, and once again began to urge the sword of will with all his strength, slashing towards the smooth and crystalline wall!

It was still a sword mark as thin as a gossamer, no deeper than the sword he had before he fell asleep.

Zhu Xing's eyes remained unchanged, as if the fleeting faint sword marks did not exist, he stopped again, carefully thinking about what was wrong with the sword he had just made, and then, he once again urged the sword of will with all his strength, slashing at the wall that had become smooth as a mirror.

Erjian ...... Three Swords...... Four Swords...... Five Swords...... Six Swords......

Zhu Xing was so simple and boring to face an invisible, intangible, invisible and shadowless 'crystal wall', swinging his sword of will with all his might, constantly correcting his method of urging the sword of will, little by little, little by little, his heart has completely calmed down, because, he faintly has a kind of understanding, this method of condensation is his future path, the soul continues to digest and absorb the will imprint of the ancient powerhouse, more and more pure, more and more condensed, therefore, this vague intuition, is also becoming more and more real and clear, making Zhu Xing more and more dependent on this constantly derived intuition!

It was this intuition that made Zhu Xing no longer anxious, and no longer thought about the sheepskin scroll in the stargazing platform at the end of the mountain road, although the sheepskin scroll recorded all the secret methods of cultivation in the small universe and the exclusive golden combat skills of the twelve Golden Saint Seiyas, but now for Zhu Xing, the attraction is not so great.

In fact, Mograini told him a long time ago that you can learn all kinds of skills and secret methods, but this is just learning, in the end, if you can't jump out of this barrier, get out of this shackle, and turn these skills and secret methods into a part of your own body, like your hands and feet, then you will never be able to become a strong person standing on the peak, because no strong person is also relying on other people's things to reach the top! In the end, these strong people will create their own skills and secret methods according to their own experience and their own characteristics, and only such strong people are qualified to stand on the top and look down on all beings.

At this moment, Zhu Xing had faintly realized that what he had, whether it was the small universe, or the two-handed swordsmanship forged with countless blood and lives on the war-torn continent of Azeroth, or the secret methods and techniques of holy light developed by many powerhouses of the 'Silver Hand' Knights from the faith itself, were extremely huge systems. For example, the method of the small universe, in the eyes of the legendary-level powerhouse Mograini, is an out-and-out cultivation method for cultivating the kingdom of the gods and finally igniting the divine fire to seal the gods, and although the holy light secret method does not know whether it can be sealed as a god, there are not a few strong people who have reached the peak of the mortal realm and the legendary rank in this way.

Zhu Xing had this feeling after Mograini proposed the method of using a force that was condensed so that it could not be shaken, and when he kept urging the sword of will to slash. Crystal Wall', and when Zuihou cut out a sword mark as thin as a gossamer, he was even more sure that the abilities he mastered were already too complicated compared to many people, and if he couldn't digest and absorb these abilities like condensing his own strength, and fully integrate them into his body, then, even if he really got the mysterious sheepskin scroll, he wouldn't let his strength improve much!

Therefore, Zhu Xing's heart was completely calm.

Zhu Xing kept repeating the action of swinging his sword and slashing, each action had to have a slight change compared to the previous action, this change made him urge the sword of will's action to be more concise, more smooth, and even vaguely, there was a feeling that a sword slashed out, both physically and mentally were extremely comfortable, and even made him want to look up to the sky and howl!

Naturally, this kind of constantly correcting movements, this kind of sword swinging and slashing that gradually became concise and smooth, also made Zhu Xing feel more and more that his path was dissipating the fog little by little, showing him a beautiful picture of the future......

The sword marks, which are as thin as a gossamer, are getting deeper, longer, and wider little by little!

It's just that when Zhu Xing felt exhausted again, he was still able to cut through this 'crystal wall', only the sword marks that disappeared in an instant, which had become finger deep, made him understand that the rìzi who cut through this 'crystal wall' was not insignificant!

Zhu Xing retreated to the foot of the mountain again, falling into a deep sleep.

When Zhu Xing woke up, he filled his stomach again, rushed to the 'Crystal Wall' that stopped on the mountain road, and slashed with his sword.

When you are tired, you return to the bottom of the mountain, rest, and return to the front of the 'Crystal Wall' again, swinging your sword and slashing.

In this way, Zhu Xing really began the most boring and boring cultivation journey.

Maybe it was a pie falling from the sky, Zhu Xing ate a little too much, so the progress rate of this kind of cultivation was far less than the growth rate of his rapid advance, but this kind of progress bit by bit, like a snail, also made him completely understand how bad his foundation was.

Therefore, Zhu Xing's heart became more calm, and when his silver-white eyes were as cold as snow, and when he saw the smooth mirror-like wall of the 'crystal wall' that seemed to never collapse, and every sword mark he cut out was deeper and wider than the previous one, his heart would no longer fluctuate, as if it was a matter of course.

Tired, Zhu Xing returned to the foot of the mountain to sleep.

When he was hungry and thirsty, Zhu Xing took out the high-energy compressed food in the 'storage space' to satisfy his hunger and quenched his thirst with compressed water.

When he fully recovered, Zhu Xing rushed to the mountain road, using the 'crystal wall' as a whetstone to sharpen his simple and rough sword of will, and at the same time, he was also condensing his scattered and chaotic strength, condensing it bit by bit, it was already at the level of the sixth sense small universe, but it was still scattered and scattered!

rì rises and the moon sets, and time keeps passing.

As time passed, Zhu Xing's sword of will became more and more of a real texture, and the scattered and huge liliang slowly converged to everything, just like countless rivers and streams, large or small, and finally converged into a mighty and endless river!

"Click......

Zhu Xing couldn't remember that this was the first sword he had swung out, but when he urged the sword of will with all his strength and slashed out this sword, he finally couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar, and in this high-pitched and joyful whistle, there was a soft crisp sound, and a narrow and slender sword mark as thin as paper appeared straight on the wall of the 'Crystal Wall'...... (To be continued.)