In a quiet bamboo forest, two children are playing with bamboo swords, one of them wielding a bamboo sword, indescribably light and natural, this is a real kendo genius, born with a terrifying sword perception and talent. With his rapid expansion, he finally became a generation of powerhouses, unparalleled in swordsmanship, but in the end, when he was studying swordsmanship, he was eaten back and died!

On a calm lake, two figures stood on the surface of the lake, and there were sword rays under their feet, dragging their bodies from falling into the lake. This is a glue-like couple, they look at each other, smile like a heart, and unfold a mysterious secret method of combining two swords.

On the dark lonely mountain, a stone statue towered, and I don't know how long it took, it cracked in vain, and a man walked out of it, a man with a terrifying sword light in his eyes.

"Hahaha has finally comprehended the Sword Soul Realm!"

"Wow!"

As soon as his palm stretched, a pale cyan sword appeared, expanding and contracting, as if he had his own spirituality.

On a wasteland, a blue-haired man is fighting frantically, the two long swords in his hands are like dragons, fast and powerful, but the four opponents besieging him are even more powerful, and there is a powerful magister who constantly releases magic on the side, making the blue-haired man hindered everywhere.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Acting like a mad demon, the killing intent in the eyes of the blue-haired man was awe-inspiring, and the sonorous sound of the two swords in his palms continued, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had an epiphany in vain, and his swordsmanship skyrocketed instantly, turning defeat into victory.

A man with an indifferent face held his double swords, and he didn't care about the interception of the four strong men, boom, he suddenly waved the double swords, and suddenly like two sharp divine lights rushed into the sky, and the four huge heads burst into the sky, and blood splashed everywhere!

The silent desert was full of poisonous scorpions, and they quietly headed towards a middle-aged man with a long sword on his bare feet, this middle-aged man was an ordinary man, who loved swordsmanship all his life, but did not receive guidance from a master, and every day he ate with his sword, slept with it, and established a wonderful connection with one of his own swords.

"A sword dance moves in all directions!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled out the long sword behind his back, and a silver-white horse suddenly flashed, and then, it turned into thousands of stars, and the poisonous scorpions crawling on all sides stopped together, and the next moment, they all turned into two halves, without exception!

An old man who practiced swordsmanship all his life, but could not reach the ideal height, he stood on the top of the cliff, left tears in vain, jumped over, and fell off the cliff!

"I can't get a glimpse of the true mystery of the way of the sword, so I simply die in order to live in the next life!"

On the top of a giant tree, two figures were facing each other, and one of them, a middle-aged man with a heavy sword, let out a roar, "Sword Saint Amust, I want to challenge you!"

"Boom"

He slashed out with a sword, and the heavy sword was like a huge mountain, slashing heavily, making people can't help but tremble.

"Blood Moon Dance!"

An old man waved his hand, and the blood-colored long sword in his palm suddenly exploded, like a peacock opening the screen, and like a firework blooming, instantly shattering the opponent's heavy sword attack, making his body begin to shatter like porcelain, his eyes were still looking at the sky, and there were faint traces of dazzling blood-colored sword light in the air.

"This sword light is really beautiful. Licking his lips, the old man showed a look of intoxication.

On top of a cyan boulder, an old man with a long sword on his back was teaching his disciples, and the words were so beautiful that they made people feel stunned, and many disciples were even more deeply intoxicated, and their eyebrows danced.

"Sword! What is its essence? It is to kill! The reason why the sword was created is to kill! The two blades, the tip of the sword, the back of the sword, the sword qi, and even the sword light can all be used to kill! Different swordsmanship has different powers in the hands of people with different personalities. There is no high or low real swordsmanship, only suitable and unsuitable, the simpler the swordsmanship, the purer it is, but if you want to comprehend its true essence, it will be more and more difficult!" The old man continued to explain, and from time to time he personally guided the disciples.

Holding a giant hammer in anger, a big dwarf man was roaring, "Balut, why don't you use your demigod sword?

His eyes were light, and a kind middle-aged man slowly spoke, "Charlie, my sword path has now entered a point that you can't imagine, it is no longer the Barut in the Beast Wasteland three years ago, at this time, no sword is better than a sword, the sword is not in the hand, but in the heart." ”

"Damn it,! Die for me!"

"Poof!"

In vain, the dwarf man spat blood from his mouth and glanced at his chest in disbelief, where the short sword he wore with him had pierced his heart!

"Poof!"

The dwarf man's body fell, and there was still a strong unwillingness on his face.

In a canyon, a group of adventurers were besieging a caravan, seeing one by one the guards screaming and falling to the ground, in vain, one of the men at the level of a fighter suddenly broke out, and a brilliant long sword appeared in his palm, suddenly moving, fast, fast, shocking, under a series of terrible sword shadows, a group of adventurers screamed and fell to the ground

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there were two figures standing still in the wind, both exuding a terrifying killing aura, and they were both using long swords!

"Luo Tian Sword Technique!"

One of them drank violently, and the long sword in his hand swung violently, twisting in a strange and mysterious way, and suddenly a misty sword light appeared on the long sword, and endless sword light shrouded the enemy on the opposite side.

"The first sun!"

The person on the other side was not in a hurry, and suddenly a sword roared, only to see a golden sword light directly tearing through the misty sword light realm, just like the rising sun, the first ray of sunlight shining on the earth, directly enveloping the opponent, making him let out a miserable scream, and then turned into a blood mist.

The heart is silent, Zhuge Pang relies on the eternal god crystal, and the soul consciousness shuttles through the fragments of memory, where, all the records are about the things of the sword, some of the swordsmanship is domineering, sweeping in all directions, and some are like the clouds and mist in the sky, ethereal, some are upright, wide open and closed, some are insidious and cunning, mysterious and changeable, some are unfathomable, difficult to comprehend, and some are endless, which is staggering.

Not a real reincarnation, but a terrifying flow of time, watching the mysteries of 18 million kendo in a single day, this method alone is enough to be shocking. More and more memory fragments were watched by Zhuge Pang, and his comprehension of the way of the sword was also rising, and with the continuous growth, it was in vain like looking at the moon in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, he was confused.

This is somewhat similar to the obstacle of Buddhism's knowledge, the deeper the comprehension, the more you perceive, the more complex it becomes, and you can't see the truth clearly, like a leaf obscuring your eyes. Perhaps, in the next second, I suddenly understood, perhaps, I was in a state of confusion all my life, and I couldn't see through.

"I see"

I don't know how long it took, Zhuge Pang suddenly let out a sound in his heart, he realized that his perception of kendo had risen to a higher level, and he had really entered the room.

Eighteen million memory fragments, each of which cannot be copied, has only one chance to appear, and Zhuge Pang is constantly feeling at the moment, accumulating more and more thick and full. Eighteen million views of memory fragments, how huge is this? Even if most of the memory fragments are just a few words, when combined, they are also an incomparably huge amount of information, and Zhuge Pang continues to accept these, and feels that his perception of kendo is simply soaring into the sky, and it is a thousand miles in an instant.

Just when Zhuge Pang continued to comprehend many memory fragments and rapidly improved his understanding of the way of the sword, the son of God was in a state of confusion, although there was a mysterious and noble divine light blooming in his body, making him gradually wake up from the confusion, but to really wake him up, it would take at least half a day to wake him up.