Chapter Seventy-Two: Refining Sword Intent!
Broken sword, green shirt!
Fang Cun's appearance at the moment can be said to be extremely poor, if it weren't for Li Shenzhou's angry reprimand, I'm afraid there would really be few people who treat him as a dish.
The Xuan Rank challenged the Ground Level, and he was already close to death, not to mention that this guy had just been seriously injured, and even the sword was broken in two. In such a situation, would anyone believe that he could win?
In fact, even with Li Shenzhou's reprimand, everyone was still puzzled, how could Fang Cun use the sword technique that he had just taught the wine god Xiaoyaozi, and he himself said that he had completely forgotten to fight the enemy.
The corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, Fang Cun didn't play cool like Xiaoyaozi, but calmly held the broken sword and raised it slightly.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" snorted coldly, the Sword Pavilion disciple finally couldn't help but take the lead and stabbed Fang Cun's eyebrows with a sword.
"Sword Twin Dragons. Snowflakes shine on hibiscus. ”
With a soft groan, the step under his feet was slightly wrong, Fang Cun's hand interrupted the sword and gently drew it, lightly deflecting the long sword that the opponent stabbed straight to, and then stepped out, and the broken sword fell and slashed at the opponent's wrist lightly.
"Zheng!"
A sword roar suddenly sounded, but the Sword Pavilion disciple didn't care about Fang Cun's sword momentum at all, and the power of the ground level burst out, forcing Fang Cun to slash down.
"The light shines through the world. Thunder is unrushable. ”
The body suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, and between the square inches, nine swords were released, each sword fell differently, however, the strange thing is that each sword fell to the weakest position of the opponent's sword, and the simple nine pulls suddenly led this terrifying sword away again.
"Damn, you're not the same sword trick you just had. Xiaoyaozi's set of sword tricks was still echoing in his mind, and the Sword Pavilion disciple scolded angrily.
Fang Cun's swords had nothing to do with that set of sword tricks at all, and none of them were the same for one and a half moves, so that all the attacks he had been mentally calculating for a long time were all empty.
Fang Cun didn't answer him, the broken sword turned slightly, and another sword fell in the air.
"Go to the gold box. Flying and sinking are out of phase. ”
The mouth is constantly chanting, but the sword in his hand is a little dissatisfied, but it is still light and fluttering, as if there is no force, if it is powerful, even the acquired martial artist is probably more powerful than these swords.
However, it was these few swords that were stabbed lightly, but for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, it was like a magic spell, and every sword fell on the flaws in his attack, even if it was just a little bit, it was enough to force him to forcibly change his moves, and he couldn't use up the sword moves at all.
This feeling of aggrievedness is indescribable in words, just like a powerful man who lifts a hammer like a thousand pounds to fight mosquitoes in the air.
"Bastard, there's a kind of thing you are going head-to-head with me, hiding and hiding. ”
Shaking his head slightly, Fang Cun was like a ghost, with the extreme speed of the word, his body was erratic, and from time to time he pointed out a sword from a certain angle, forcing the opponent to adapt, but before the two swords could clash, it disappeared.
"Idiot, won't you release your sword qi?" Seeing that disciple being tricked around, Li Shenzhou finally couldn't help but point.
"Your disciple is promising. His face was full of sarcasm, and Xiaoyaozi was not angry, but just carried the wine gourd and laughed sarcastically.
snorted, but Li Shenzhou didn't say anything at all, as if he hadn't heard it at all.
With the strength of the ground level, it is already a shame to be suppressed to such a degree.
It's just that others can't understand it, but with Li Shenzhou's strength, they can see it clearly, Fang Cun is no longer a swordsmanship at all, but the prototype of the real sword intent.
In fact, what Fang Cai Xiaoyaozi taught was not a sword technique at all, but a kind of sword intent, a kind of sword intent that was intentionally guided according to the characteristics of Fang Cun itself.
Theoretically, sword intent, such a mysterious thing, cannot be taught with words and moves, but Xiaoyaozi hid the sword intent in that set of so-called sword tricks and taught it.
This is not a direct teaching of words and deeds, but a way of preaching in a way that is close to enlightenment, although on the surface, that set of sword techniques is mediocre, but once you comprehend the sword intent, you will feel the subtlety.
Fang Cun looked at it for the first time, but he only vaguely felt the sword intent from it, but he didn't seem to know what to do, but his mind was already occupied by that sword intent, and he was struggling to find that little bit of spiritual light.
Finally, I grabbed one of the little spiritual lights, closed my eyes and recalled, and slightly felt a trace of meaning, so I remembered five or six percent.
Later, when Xiaoyaozi slowed down the motion demonstration for the second time, Fang Cun's attention was no longer those sword moves, but the charm revealed between each of Xiaoyaozi's movements!
At this point, Fang Cun had already slightly grasped the god of sword intent, so he forgot some sword moves.
Wait until the last time, with the speed of a ghost, like lightning, a set of sword techniques will be demonstrated in a coherent manner between a few breaths, in fact, it is a complete display of sword intent, leaving an indelible imprint in Fang Cun's heart.
At this time, Fang Cun could be regarded as truly understanding the sword intent, and all his mind fell on the comprehension of the sword intent, and naturally he couldn't remember the moves at all.
During this period, Fang Cun naturally thought of the scene of teaching Tai Chi in the novels he had read in his previous life.
Although it is a novelist's words, in fact, the teaching of sword intent is similar, and unconsciously has a similar reaction to the feelings in the novel.
When Fang Cun understood, he couldn't help but have a bad taste in his heart, and simply cooperated with the Dionysian Xiaoyaozi to guide him to learn the dialogue in the novel.
Without him, it's just that this guy thinks that kind of dialogue is very stylish, and it's very pretending to be X, that's it.
Of course, the god of wine Xiaoyaozi can unintentionally cooperate, in addition to the intention to guide with words, there is also a bit of coincidence.
Of course, if it weren't for the teaching of sword intent, it would have been as mysterious as Mr. Jin said, and naturally this kind of situation would not have happened.
As for the actual shot, Fang Cun was not really fighting with the other party at all, but taking the opportunity to refine the sword intent that had just taken shape.
Chanting poetry or something, just to disturb the other person's mind, has no practical meaning.
The fight of life and death itself is the best way to improve strength, through the sense of crisis of the battle of life and death, temper the sword intent, make it perfect, and truly form your own sword intent, this is what Fang Cun wants to do.
I have to say that the disciple of the Sword Pavilion was also extremely cooperative, and after dozens of moves, Fang Cun had almost truly mastered the sword intent taught by Xiaoyaozi.
It was precisely because of this that Li Shenzhou couldn't help but remind him that he didn't want his disciples of the Sword Pavilion to be sparring partners like monkeys.
ps: Mr. Jin's bridge is really familiar to everyone, laugh.
It's just that I think that this part of teaching sword intent, only this section is the most popular, so let the protagonist have the heart to apply it, and everyone will laugh it off.
Well, continue to ask for collections, recommended tickets, our tickets are a little too few, it doesn't look good!