"You... Who is it? ”

"Where am I!?"

Ling Fan asked, but when he opened his mouth, there was no sound.

Not only that, but he found that his whole body seemed to be fixed on the ground, unable to move at all.

The internal force in the late stage of the dark energy seems to have never existed, and the body is empty.

"Is it the picture projected by the system? But... How can it be so real? ”

Ling Fan was puzzled, everything around him was the same as the real thing, if it weren't for the two unsightly figures in front of him, he almost thought he had crossed over.

Helpless, he could only watch quietly.

There were two phantoms in front of him, one sitting cross-legged on the ground and listening carefully, and the other standing in front of him talking eloquently, as if the master was inheriting his martial arts.

At this moment, the ethereal voice came again.

"I have been cultivating the sword for 200 years, based on the understanding of the predecessors of the previous 500 years of swordsmanship, integrating and refining, and finally becoming the thirteen styles of the Taiji sword diagram, with the "thirteen potentials" as the core, expanding its meaning, extending the limbs, taking the sword as its own body, and controlling the sword with the body. Lined with the sword, it becomes a trend. ”

"If you can understand it, then the spirit, mind, energy, and strength are perfectly integrated, and the body is full of wonder."

"Idiot, look at it..."

The words fell, and there was no sound.

At the forefront, the vague but majestic figure exudes endless balance and softness.

Zheng!

A crisp sword roar attracted Ling Fan's full attention.

Point sword, stabbing sword, splitting sword, hanging sword, flirting sword, cloud sword, wiping sword, belt sword, breaking sword...

When the first sword light appeared, it was like an invisible black hole, bringing his whole person into it.

There is sword light in the eyes, flying all over the sky, overwhelming, but it is clearly visible, slow and peaceful.

One is urgent and one slow, which complements each other, unpredictable and supernatural.

"What a terrifying swordsmanship!"

Ling Fan couldn't help but exclaim.

Even if it was him, his mental power was more than ten times higher than that of ordinary people, and he was tired and dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Not to mention comprehending the true meaning, even memorizing all the sword moves is extremely difficult!

In other words, if you watch it for a long time, it will also lead to exhaustion and it will be difficult to recover all day long.

The sword style is minimalist, thirteen styles, but it contains thousands of them, as if all the swordsmanship in the world is reflected in it one by one.

Soon, that burst of sword light became faster and faster! More and more fluid and supernatural.

Whoosh!

Invisible sword qi is flying wantonly!

In these sword qi, it seemed that a terrifying beast was hidden.

Constantly encroaching on the surrounding white clouds.

But if you look far away, you will see that a smooth Taiji diagram is slowly appearing above the person's head.

"Tai Chi sword diagram, lifting weights like light, rigid and soft, the whole body is one..."

Swish!

As soon as these words came out!

The sword light that the man wielded seemed to have changed again.

Ling Fan's originally tired spirit suddenly relaxed, as if he had just walked out of the desert and stepped into a refreshing river.

It's very transparent from top to bottom.

Looking at the bursts of sword light again, it looks extremely natural, like heaven...

"One sword, ten thousand swords, one sword, yin and yang!"

Finally!

The sword moves were practiced to the extreme, and countless sword techniques were integrated, turning into a black and white sword light under Ling Fan's gaze!

Bright but silent, alive but dead...

A sword light filled his vision and mind, completely plunged into...

Bang!

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in his head!

It was as if something had been turned on in his brain, and by the time he regained consciousness, the man was gone.

There was only one disciple left in the entire Tai Chi Dojo.

"Now, still can't move?"

Ling Fan thought that the swordsmanship had been inherited, but who knew that he still couldn't move.

However, from beginning to end, he was not discovered by the two.

Not only that, even if it is his comprehension, in this time, his comprehension of the Tai Chi Sword Diagram is still only a little weak.

Only one approximate remains, with his experience in the first two martial arts, it is still early to get started.

He couldn't move, and Ling Fan couldn't help it, so he could only look at that disciple.

Although it was vague, it was still clear that the child was sitting cross-legged on the dojo, as if he was comprehending what the teacher had just taught.

I don't know how long it took to sit down, but I saw that the man finally stood up, pulled out the three-foot long sword at his waist, and began to practice following the movements in his memory.

The swordsmanship is unfamiliar, like a baby toddler, with flaws visible to the naked eye in one move.

"What the hell is this... What's going on? ”

Ling Fan was a little anxious, this disciple let alone let him learn, even he could perform such a sword technique.

However, the body was unable to move.

"The Taiji Sword Diagram belongs to advanced martial arts, and it is impossible for the system to harm me, maybe the gap between advanced martial arts and primary martial arts is here."

Forcibly comforting himself, Ling Fan calmed down and looked carefully.

Lines of sword light kept appearing in the dojo.

The man kept practicing as if he didn't know how to rest.

Time passes, and I don't know how long it has passed.

There is no day or night in the dojo, only floating white clouds are moving and switching.

The sword in the apprentice's hand became more and more skillful, and every move contained a hint of wonder.

It seems to be gradually approaching the realm of the teacher.

Another time passed.

Ling Fan's spirit had already begun to appear in a trance, and he was about to reach his limit.

The picture in front of me suddenly became clear.

"This is..."

"Is it going to be over?"

He was in good spirits.

The disciple in front of him didn't know when he stopped, and the figure with his back to him seemed to say something.

"You... Understood..."

The voice was not loud, and it was already very faint in his ears.

Ling Fan hurriedly lifted his spirits and listened carefully.

"You... See..."

I could hear it more clearly this time.

"Understood? Understand what? Swordsmanship? ”

After entering this space, his spirit was frantically consumed, let alone observing, it would be good to keep himself from falling asleep.

At that moment, the figure suddenly moved.

Slowly turned around at him.

"Do you understand?"

Ling Fan's pupils shrank!

The person who turned around was none other than himself!

Bang!

Suddenly, the whole dojo was in turmoil!

Before he had time to react, the one who turned around suddenly shattered, turned into a wisp of black and white silk, and disappeared into his mind.

Airplanes...

Suddenly, this figure that was exactly the same as him, all the experience and memories of practicing swordsmanship during this time came to his mind.

Absorb, master, integrate...

Originally, he was quite unfamiliar with swordsmanship, but at this time, he was growing at a terrifying rate.

Click!

The martial arts arena shattered, and everything around it turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.

The next moment, Ling Fan's eyes flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a familiar room.

"Ten years... It already occupies one-seventh or eighth of the life of ordinary people, but is it just a beginner? ”

Ling Fan said inexplicably, his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

It was as if countless years had gone through in an instant.

……