Updated: 2013-08-06

In the beginning, the artistic conception of strength could not be integrated into the knife technique. Out of the knife, they are all like people who have begun to practice knives. Be scatterbrained. Uncoordinated. It's better not to use the artistic conception of strength, and gradually Wang An mastered the rhythm and gradually became familiar with it. Every knife is different. A knife is more powerful than a knife.

"Snort, snort, snort", the sound is constant. It was the sound of a sword cutting through the air. In the end, the sword light flashed, and the sword wind that slashed out shot out directly ten meters. Stones, big trees encounter the wind of the sword, that is, directly cut off. Powerful. It is no less than the Dacheng of the Qi refining period, a master of the middle stage of the martial arts.

Constant chopping, chopping, chopping, slashing, sweeping, cutting, etc. Each basic knife technique is to be unleashed, and when you are tired, you will stop and lower your breath. Then he began to cultivate again, and finally the sword drawing technique was also cultivated. Until the cultivation of lightning stab. Now it's called the time of the thunder slash. That's when I felt like I couldn't grasp it.

Several hours passed, but there was no progress. Wang An gave up and prepared to take a break. Think about the reason and then come to cultivation. In fact, the reason is very simple, the thunder knife was realized by Wang An himself on the basis of the lightning knife. The body and the knife are all used to it, and naturally it is unnatural to think about the attack of thunder and lightning. Basically, it is impossible to exert the artistic conception of power.

Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change. What's more, this is a habit that has been cultivated hard for several months, and everything has been imprinted in the bones. It's even harder to change. Wang An smiled bitterly. Thinking over and over again, I thought about how to integrate the artistic conception of power into the Thunder Sword, so that the Thunder Knife was more powerful.

Even when I was thinking hard, I was still running my true qi over and over again, and every time I cycled, it was a little bit stronger and a little more refined. Powerful opportunities are not relaxed in the slightest. The more I think about it, the more confusing it becomes. Wang An simply gave up. Just sit down cross-legged and meditate. Calm yourself down.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally entered a state of dry wells without waves, and my head was ethereal, and at the same time, this problem naturally ran out. At this moment, Wang An's mind was unexpectedly sober, his mind was extremely active, countless ideas appeared like lightning flashes, and in the end, even the thunder artistic conception had some comprehension.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that the artistic conception of the power I did was actually the action I had been doing, but I just found a way to mobilize the body, and the artistic conception of power was everywhere, but I couldn't describe it and couldn't explain it clearly. It can be said that every move is actually cultivating the artistic conception of strength, since this is the case, what kind of artistic conception of power do you want, how to cultivate, how to cultivate.

It's just that he uses the method of that kind of power conception to attack to his own extreme. Even if the thunder is not a kind of artistic conception of strength. Think about this. Wang An's spirit was shocked, and he seemed to have a great understanding. The artistic conception of cultivating strength is too deliberate. It's just going in the wrong direction, and if you continue, you won't improve much.

After understanding this, Wang An finally understood. Why is it said that the artistic conception of strength, and even the final avenue of strength, is the best to cultivate, but also the most difficult to cultivate. As long as you reach the level of strength, there will be nature. If you can't reach it, you can't comprehend it at all. It turns out that every word and deed is the artistic conception of power, and the simplest thing is the most complex thing. It's really simple.

Thinking of this, Wang An's soul power became more condensed. At the same time, the muscles of the whole body instantly relaxed. It was as if it had been a tight bow and arrow before. It can be fired at any time, but over the years, the bow and arrow will also crumble. It took a moment to relax. The cells were even more active, and they seemed to be able to feel her cheering and jumping. It seems that every cell is breathing, as if it is a new life.

Wang An didn't feel that he was so good again. Standing up, Wang An pulled out his long knife again and began to cultivate. This time, it was as if he was cultivating casually. However, the knife technique is still sharp, and the power has not diminished, but there is a trace of agility. The basic knife technique is unfolded. It seems to be like a thunderbolt.

Fierce and deadly. The power has increased greatly, the sword light is shining, and the thunderous vision continues to appear. It seems that every time the knife is slashed out, it is a thunderbolt that bombards down. This is the thunderous knife driven by the artistic conception of power. Wang An finally grasped what he thought was the artistic conception of power. Each sword is the most powerful attack that can be brought out by itself, and the combat power is more than ten times stronger than when there is no comprehension.

The road is simple, so it is. Walking, walking, lying, and jumping are all cultivation, and they are all artistic conceptions of cultivation power, and it can be said that at this time, Wang An's understanding of the Great Dao has reached a very high height. But if you want to show it, it's still far from it. After all, it still needs to be supported by strength, at least before entering the Martial God, Wang An's cultivation in the realm of peace of mind will not have any great flaws.

Of course, with the deepening of cultivation and continuous understanding, maybe what you think is right today will be wrong tomorrow, and the artistic conception of power is now Wang An feels that it is to go with the flow. The Tao is natural, the summary on the earth is really incisive, and I have time to take a good look at Wang Feng's memory. The attack method that I learned before. At this time, Wang An no longer thinks that it is the artistic conception of power, but just a method of developing the artistic conception of strength.

After practicing the knife technique for a while, Wang An put away the treasure knife and began to play the marrow washing fist again, each blow was a cell, and the muscles trembled. Every time the marrow washing fist is beaten, it is obvious that the improvement of physique is felt, and it seems that with this method, the effect of the marrow washing fist is more than ten times stronger.

Since he went with the flow, Wang An didn't deliberately cultivate. Only then did he grab the corpse of the blood wolf on the ground and begin to skin it. After all, the fur of the blood wolf is also in charge of money, but it is a pity that the wolf king was blown up by himself. Wang An is still a little painful, he is too poor in this life. Plus under the influence of Wang Feng's miser. It's a bit of a goose plucking. After all, Wang Feng is on the earth, and that is pure dick. Don't skimp a little. I'm afraid that the monthly salary will not be able to eat until the end of the month. Although thrift is promoted in that place. However, in Wang An's impression, I am afraid that it is just lip service.

Except for Wang Feng's dick, who is not a fat man with a swollen face. So much so that I have been single and can't find a daughter-in-law. Put away the fur. Wang An relaxed and continued to walk towards the depths of the deep forest. Along the way, he kept killing demon beasts that were equivalent to martial artists. However, these demon beasts are still weak in the eyes of Wang An now.

Kill another lion monster. Wang An is peeling. At this time, there was a sound of shredded footsteps. Soon, several figures appeared in Wang An's sight, all dressed in the same color, wearing a green robe, with the mark of a sword on his chest, and the waves of the river under the sword, it was the martial artist of the Changhe Sword Sect.

Seeing Wang An, several people were slightly stunned, and then became ecstatic, the warrior cultivator also dared to enter here, it was like looking for death, it seemed that he could grab a sum. The leading Wu Sheng gave a look. Immediately, Ding Lin, the martial artist of the Changhe Sword Sect, walked out and shouted loudly: "Your junior, listen well, obediently hand over the harvest." Uncles are in a good mood and can spare your life!"

Obviously, he didn't look at Wang An, a warrior in the Tongmai period. Samurai, samurai, that is the difference between heaven and earth. Generally speaking, a junior martial artist, I'm afraid that a hundred senior fifty is not an opponent, and the internal qi is released, and it is definitely different from not being able to release it. Wang An didn't seem to hear his words. The skin is still peeled, and the lion is decomposed, and the lion meat is put into the Qiankun bag piece by piece.

Ding Lin was stunned. This kid doesn't care about himself, it's unreasonable. Can't you see that you are a martial artist in the Qi cultivation realm? Immediately, his face sank: "You kid is deaf or stupid." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang An's face sank, and when he turned around, a kind of murderous aura emanated, and the temperature in the air dropped a lot. Ding Lin couldn't help but shudder. I was actually frightened for a while, and I couldn't help but take a few steps back. Wu Sheng was also taken aback, he was so murderous, obviously he killed a lot of creatures.

He knew that this was the result of Wang An's strong soul power. Wang Xuan's murderous intent has not yet erupted. Taking a few steps back, Ding Lin's face was flushed, and he looked at his fellow men who were gloating. Immediately became furious, "Boy, you are looking for death." As he spoke, the sword of "Zheng!" came out of the sheath, and it was actually a Qianlian sword.

The sword light flashed, and it came directly towards Wang An, although he did not comprehend the artistic conception of the Changhe swordsmanship. However, it is also cultivated to the realm of perfection. The sword light seemed to be rolling in a river. It was as if the sky was flooded. The sword light is swirling, and the sword aura is attacking. Wang An's face remained unchanged, as if this attack had nothing to do with him, until the sword light was about to envelop Wang An, Wang An made a move.

Bombarded out with a punch, and the sound of "boom!" exploded, directly dispersing the sword qi, and the fist and the sword collided directly together. The other masters of the Changhe Sword Sect were all stunned, and their fists were directly connected to the sword, and they couldn't be fools. That's a thousand swords. Even martial artists don't dare to fight with their bare hands. Hit the qi explosion and directly disperse the sword qi, how much strength it takes, and suddenly I feel a little bad.

But they haven't reacted yet, and the sound of "Zheng!" The fists and swords fought, the sword broke, and Wang An's punch directly pierced Ding Lin's body. With a flick of his hand, Ding Lin's body flew out and fell to the ground, blood soaring, and he died directly. At this moment, Wang An was domineering and awe-inspiring. It feels like it's unbeatable.

The other masters of the Long River Sword Sect were all stunned. A thought of just turning around and running away came to me. Fortunately, these are all martial artists who have cultivated to the realm of Qi cultivation. The spiritual realm is not bad, which is why I suppressed that feeling immediately. Wu Sheng was stunned, good boy, he is powerful. The ordinary basic boxing method is to kill Ding Lin, and Ding Lin is too careless.

Immediately, Wu Sheng stepped out and came to a distance of ten meters in front of Wang An, with infinite murderous intent in his eyes: "What a bold man, he actually dares to kill the inner disciples of this sect, you wait to die!" "Boring!" Wang An said without the slightest expression on his indifferent face.

simply didn't take Wu Sheng in his eyes, and the killing intent on Wu Sheng's body was even worse: "Boy, let you know the difference between a martial artist and a samurai." Give me death!" As he spoke, Wu Sheng strode towards Wang An. Every step is a point of strength. There wasn't much footsteps, but it made people feel like the mountains were shaking.

At the same time, he slammed into the past with a hard punch. "Boom!", the true qi shot out, directly piercing through the air. With an indomitable momentum, bombarded the past. Wang An was still expressionless, and with a wave of his fist, he struck up, and a "boom!" burst out. The strong wind paved the surface, and the punch wind actually directly dispersed the true qi of Wusheng's fist. Wang Anlong walked with a tiger step, his momentum was monstrous, and he directly forced Wu Sheng.