The waterfall rumbled into the waterhole, and the powerful force had already smashed the stubborn rocks in the waterhole, and it was even more difficult for him to practice his sword under such a waterfall than to sail against the current.

Mo Bufan himself can ignore the impact of the waterfall, but he can't ignore it all the time, and the sword in his hand can't ignore it.

In such a bad situation, every time the sword is drawn, the posture will be chaotic, and the trajectory of the sword swing is always different from what was expected.

After most of the day, Mo Bufan was exhausted, he lay calmly in the pool, he really couldn't move, he couldn't lift his vitality, and let the water wash over his body. He closed his eyes and just slept in the water, which soon washed him to the shore.

The next day, Mo Bufan woke up in the afternoon, his whole body was sore, and he didn't feel good anywhere, especially his legs, waist, and arms, all three of which felt the same as his own.

Mo Bufan stood up with difficulty, staggered to the shore, took out a bottle of Qingling liquid and poured it into his mouth, sat down to run his vitality, and dissipated the soreness in his body.

Today he can't practice swords, he has to go to Tiandong City, because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the day of the whole family's reunion, last year because of the blood moon mutation has been missed once, this year he has Ah Lian, can not miss again.

Feng Tian also knew that Mo Bufan was going back to reunite with his family today, so he didn't say much.

Mo Bufan returned to Tiandong, washed up and changed into neat clothes, it was already evening at this time, and in the past ten days, the United Arab Emirates got to know everyone in the family under the leadership of Mo Yuhe.

In the hall, Mo Yixi, Mo Tianji, Mo Qinghong, and Mo Yuhe all came, and Mo Tianping was all at the table, except for Mo Feng who went out and did not return, all the Mo family members in Mo Yixi's vein were here.

This kind of reunion is nothing more than chatting, eating, and drinking.

Mo Bufan found that since he was able to cultivate, he talked more with these cousins and sisters in the family, he was not full of wine and food, Mo Bufan ate amazingly, even if he ate two more tables of such a banquet, he might not be full, Ah Lian was entangled by his sister-in-law and third aunt, and he had a chance to slip away.

Mo Yixi and Mo Tianji naturally found Mo Bufan who slipped away, they were not angry, when Mo Bufan came in, they found that Mo Bufan had a fierce aura on his body, where he must have gone to practice secretly in the past eleven days, it is rare to be able to come back for a reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival, as an elder, you should not be too demanding in this regard.

Mo Bufan quickly rushed back to the abandoned mine and continued to practice his sword under the waterfall.

As a sword cultivator, Mo Bufan clearly knows that there are two fundamentals of sword cultivation, the sword and himself, and now he can't have a sword that suits him, so he must first sharpen his body and sword style.

Under the waterfall, Mo Bufan was naked, his body was half squatting, and the strong impact of the water flowing down dozens of meters directly smashed on Mo Bufan's back, he was not affected by the impact of the water at all, and he still devoted himself to practicing sword drawing.

Another day passed, Mo Bufan fell, this time he held on for a longer time, not because his body was strengthened, but because he was used to the impact of the current, and he also found some tricks to draw a sword in the water.

The next day, Mo Bufan's strength recovered, and he returned to the waterfall again, still practicing the sword drawing technique, he did not waver in the slightest, as if he had to practice the sword drawing technique as fast as drawing a sword outside the water.

Once, twice......

Three days have passed, Mo Bufan's sword drawing technique in the water has improved, the trajectory of drawing the sword under the waterfall will no longer be disturbed by the impact of the water, the sword is as stable as an arm, but he still hasn't stopped, he is still practicing.

If others are here, they will definitely think that Mo Bufan is a fool and a fool, and no one will think that his own strength can compete with nature.

Feng Tian knew Mo Bufan's plan, he admired the seemingly clumsy Mo Bufan, this is not to do it knowing that he can't do it, this is to create his own way.

On the fifth day, Mo Bufan's speed of drawing his sword became faster and faster, and he could vaguely see that there were sword lights flying in the flowing water of the waterfall, and each sword light would block the flow of water for a moment.

On the seventh day, the speed at which the sword was drawn was already the same as the speed at which the sword was drawn under normal circumstances, and the trajectory was the same, he was already able to ignore the impact of the current, and the sword in his hand was like his own arm, ignoring the impact of the current, and each sword could cut off the flow of water for an instant.

Mo Bufan stopped, he walked out of the waterfall and into the clearing.

Get in a good position and get ready to draw your sword.

"Boom!"

A sword was born, like a thunderbolt, and the sound directly covered up the huge impact of the waterfall, and people dozens of miles away thought it was thunder.

"The sword is like thunder! Attaboy! Feng Tian exclaimed, and also sighed, feeling incredible, a young man who had never had much contact with swords before, practiced swords for eighteen days, and was able to reach the realm of 'swords like thunder'.

Boom!

The long sword broke in response, this sword hit under the waterfall for seven days, and performed nearly a million sword drawing techniques, and now Mo Bufan used the sword drawing technique with all his strength, and finally couldn't withstand the fierce force and broke.

This is the second long sword that Mo Bufan has practiced for more than ten days, and Mo Bufan buried it next to the broken sword, and these two swords have witnessed their own growth.

Mo Bufan took out the third long sword and walked into the waterfall again, this time he did not practice drawing swordsmanship again, but performed the seventeen styles that he had mastered.

Performing the Seventeen Styles in the water is more difficult than performing the sword drawing technique, and every connecting movement that requires moving his feet is a test for Mo Bufan.

After one drill, he has been swept away twice by the current, and practicing swords under the waterfall is really not that simple.

Mo Bufan was not discouraged, his eyes were full of excitement, and his face was full of happy smiles, which was his love for the sword and his love for the sword.

He always believed that if he was knocked away by the current, it meant that there was still room for improvement, and he could practice the sword drawing technique in the water to the natural realm, and the same was true for the seventeen forms, and he could be stronger.

Mo Bufan didn't know, hundreds of meters away, there was a pair of eyes that had been staring at him, the owner of the eyes had an extremely high cultivation, completely covering his own aura, because the distance was too far, Feng Tian did not put the power of the divine soul's perception too far, so he did not notice it.

The owner of the eyes seemed to be very interested in Mo Bufan, and he had been watching here for a long time and had not left, but he had not disturbed Mo Bufan to practice swordsmanship.

Day after day, Mo Bufan was finally able to completely practice the seventeen styles after the breakthrough under the impact of the waterfall, which was a big breakthrough, how many days he practiced, those eyes observed him for many days, and he never left.

During this period, Mo Bufan practiced five swords, and he buried them next to the first broken sword.

"You can stop." Feng Tian's voice reached Mo Bufan's mind.

Mo Bufan naturally stopped, he didn't walk out of the waterfall, because now standing in the waterfall is not much different from standing outside, he has completely ignored the impact of the waterfall, as if it is integrated with the stubborn stone under his feet, even if the waterfall impact for ten days, there is no problem.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Mo Bufan asked.

"You've reached a bottleneck, and continuing to practice in the water won't have much effect, so there's no need to waste any more time practicing swords in the water." Feng Tian replied.

Ever since Mo Bufan was able to fully practice the basic seventeen forms under the waterfall, he had been observing, and at the beginning, Mo Bufan's progress was very fast. It was only a few days before he had completely mastered the trick of practicing basic sword styles in the water, but in the days that followed, Mo Bufan barely made the slightest progress, neither the speed nor the strength of the sword had increased at all.

This is because he is completely adapted to sword training in the water, and he has been able to burst out all the current strength of his body in the water, and his basic sword style has been quite mature, and it can even be said that he is very proficient in swordsmanship.

But even if he continues to practice for a year, it is difficult for the sword style to become stronger, not that Mo Bufan's comprehension of the sword is not enough, but that he is limited by his body, and his current body cannot withstand him to cast a faster and stronger sword, if you want the sword to be faster and stronger, you must use Yuan Qi or penetrate the bloodline to strengthen the physical body.

Mo Bufan himself also felt that there had been almost no progress in sword training recently, but he always thought that quantitative changes would cause qualitative changes, and he felt that if he continued to practice, there would always be a day when he would make a leap.

"Teacher, do I need to use Yuan Qi to practice the sword next?" Mo Bufan was a little excited, he was finally going to use the power of the vitality, he only relied on the strength of the body to make a sword, he could cut off the flow of the waterfall for a moment, if he used the vitality, how strong it would be, I was looking forward to it.

"No, I'll teach you how to condense sword qi first." Feng Tian denied Mo Bufan's idea of practicing sword and using Yuan Qi, but taught him to condense Sword Qi.

"Sword Qi? Isn't that just to infuse the sword with Yuan Qi......" Mo Bufan didn't say any more in the middle of speaking, he suddenly thought that the sword qi is not as simple as infusing the sword body with the Yuan Qi, if so, why use the sword, isn't it good to send it directly from his hand? There is no waste, and the power will be stronger.

"It seems that you have also found a problem, that's right, usually you use Yuan Qi to infuse the sword body, and the attack you send out is not a sword Qi attack at all, at most it is a use of Yuan Qi, which is too far from the sword Qi."

Mo Bufan can understand, but he doesn't understand what sword qi is and how to condense sword qi.

"Teacher, how do you condense sword qi?"

Mo Bufan didn't ask what sword qi was, he directly asked how to condense sword qi, as long as he condensed sword qi, wouldn't he understand what sword qi was?

"The so-called sword qi is the breath condensed with one's own sword dao as the heart, the yang essence qi as the root, and the vitality as the auxiliary." Feng Tian's answer Mo Bufan didn't hear it, but he knew that the Yang Essence Qi was his Yuan Yang Qi, and to condense the sword Qi, he actually needed to use his own most original breath, which was simply suicide.

Mo Bufan was not sure, so he could only ask Feng Tian for confirmation: "Condense sword qi with natal Yuanyang? ”

"You don't need to use your natal Yuan Yang, you just need your Yang Qi, but you don't have to worry, your Yang Qi and Yuan Qi have been combined, and now you have a certain understanding of the sword, now you only need to continuously condense the Yuan Qi and condense it into the form of a sword, just like when you cultivate soul martial arts to condense the soul power into a thorn or a flying knife, the principle is the same."