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This is what the old sword ghost wants, dancing the branches while urging Xiao Qiang. 【】

"Quick, quick, faster, too slow"

"Are you a little white face, soft, without a little strength"

"How did Leng Qingxun teach you such a stupid thing, how did you survive to this day?"

Xiao Qiang was scolded by Shizun for nothing, his forehead was beating, his eyes were on fire, he was distracted, and with a snap, the branch was pumped on the back of his hand, and it hurt hotly.

Xiao Qiang let out a roar of rage, and the Fire Cloud Sword danced wildly.

At this moment, the old sword ghost's movements suddenly slowed down, and his moves also changed

But even so, Xiao Qiang was struggling to cope, and was forced to be embarrassed by the crooked branches.

Half an hour passed, and Xiao Qiang felt the same feeling in his heart, and he suddenly felt that the move that Shizun was using now was the same one he had used before

Not only are the moves similar, but gradually, even the speed of the shot, the frequency, the body technique, the sword momentum, and the sword intent are infinitely close to him

Xiao Qiang felt a chill in his heart, because he knew very well that it was difficult to improve the realm, but it was unbelievable to lower the realm, and it was greatly reduced

He didn't know how Shizun did it, but his feeling now was that Shizun seemed to have become another self, and he was fighting against himself

Can I defeat "myself", or will I be defeated by "myself".

Xiao Qiang secretly admired that he could come up with such profound words, and then his face was slapped hard by the branch

For three days and three nights, Xiao Qiang was fighting with "himself", and he couldn't tell which was himself, which was Shizun, or whether the person on the other side was Shizun or not.

The old swordsman imitated Xiao Qiang's realm, quietly dominating the rhythm, leading Xiao Qiang's sword momentum step by step, and when he saw that Xiao Qiang had begun to jump out of the original trap, his eyes were full of appreciation.

Of course, this is not enough. This kid's realm must be completely consolidated, otherwise he will be beaten back to his original form as soon as he turns around.

Therefore, the old sword ghost continued to oppress Xiao Qiang, guiding Xiao Qiang over and over again, until Xiao Qiang's cognition of the sword style was dismembered to pieces.

Another three days and three nights passed, Xiao Qiang was confused, and he seemed to be extremely sober, with the shadow on the other side. Precise and vaguely corresponding.

He felt as if he was immersed in a mysterious state, in his thoughts. There is nothing but the sword, which is the sword

What is the difference between the nameless seven swords, the horizontal sword and the vertical sword, is it just because of one posture, their meanings are different

The horizontal sword style can release the sword momentum, so the vertical sword style can also be used, and everything will not deviate from its origin, but it is just an idea

The nameless Seven Swords were originally remnants. It's basically a remnant spectrum, the sword is impermanent, one sword can turn into ten thousand swords, why do you have to make up enough seven swords

Xiao Qiang's eyes were like morning stars, shining brighter and brighter, and he felt like Zhang Wuji in a martial arts novel, and he had begun to forget the moves. After a period of unbearable emptiness, he seems to have entered a whole new world

The second level of the realm of "no tricks".

If the first level of tricks to no moves is just a convergence of ideas, so that thousands of sword moves are condensed in one thought, then the second level of moves to no moves is a divergence of ideas.

As the master said. The nameless seven swords are just pointing out a path, a springboard, from one sword to seven swords, and then from seven swords to ten thousand swords, one idea into a thousand, this is the world of swords

Xiao Qiang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly put away his sword. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes lowered, his excited expression suddenly became unwavering, and the Huoyun Sword lay on his legs, trembling slightly, swallowing a faint red light.

The old swordsman threw away the bare branches, held his waist with his hand, groaned, and then smiled: "Good boy, it's one day less than the old man expected, and it's okay, my old bones can't stand the toss."

At the top of the Ice Ruler Peak, the clouds are rolling up, the sun sets and the moon rises, in the courtyard of the Sword Pavilion, Xiao Qiang has been sitting there cross-legged for two days, if it weren't for his eyelashes fluttering from time to time, it would really be like a statue.

At this moment, countless swords were flying in his mind, and each sword was an idea, and thousands of thoughts were intertwined, making his mind buzz, as if there were countless voices shouting at him.

This is already the result of his efforts, you must know that two days ago it was even more unbearable than now, and he couldn't even figure out a clue at that time

Xiao Qiang's consciousness became more and more blurred, he knew that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to send out a thought towards the sword that was the most shining in his mind.

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The shiny little sword trembled a little, and it circled and flew in his mind, it was like the head goose of a flock of geese, flying in front, gradually, so the little sword seemed to have found its direction, lined up behind it, circling and flying.

Over time, all the small swords circled in one direction, forming a regular circle that rotated slowly.

This scene is so familiar, it seems to be the graphic on the back of the Sword Pavilion Order

Shocked, Xiao Qiang woke up from his meditation with a moved face.

He opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a long breath, then couldn't wait to take out the Sword Pavilion Order, flipped it to the back, and looked at it intently.

On the black token, ninety-nine pocket swords are engraved, forming a circle, and the tips of the ninety-nine swords are facing the same direction, at first glance they are stationary, but when you look closely, they rotate in a circle.

Xiao Qiang looked at the Sword Pavilion Order in fascination, and almost at the same time, the image of ten thousand swords circling also appeared in his mind, which accurately corresponded to the graphics on the token

It's just that there are more than ninety-nine swords in Xiao Qiang's mind

Xiao Qiang was shocked, is this a coincidence

The old sword ghost was lying on the bamboo mat, lazy, looking at Xiao Qiang in a daze, and said with a smile: "Boy, don't look at it, if you comprehend the advancement of the sword soul, you will see the name of the token, you have finally touched the threshold."

Xiao Qiang nodded in a daze, retracted his gaze, hurriedly stood up, bowed to the old sword ghost and said, "Thank you for your teachings."

The old sword ghost waved his hand and pouted: "Do you think the old man wants to personally guide you so soon, the old man is afraid that you will get the ethereal sword, so he omits the process of comprehension, and the opportunity is unpredictable, and I can only make a move."

The old sword ghost sat up, looked at Xiao Qiang, and said solemnly: "Boy, do you know why Qing Xun let you sense the sword soul of the Fire Cloud Sword"

Xiao Qiang didn't know how to answer, thinking to himself that this was not necessary, otherwise how could he comprehend the sword soul

The old sword ghost's face was calm: "Comprehending the sword soul is actually created with your own mind, and the final sword soul is also one with you, but there is a disadvantage to this, that is, once the sword soul is out of control, it will affect the master, and thus fall into the demon path" to be continued." If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation