The sunset.

The fleet of the upper right thousand households docked at Huai'an Wharf for supplies.

Yang Ge lay on the roof of the cabin with his arms on his back, his ears were far away to cope with the laughter of the officials in Huai'an, the brilliant sunset dyed red in front of him, and the large ship that fluctuated slightly with the waves under him......

The hazy state of being asleep and half-asleep is like all of a sudden loss of all worries and regrets.

There is only a little pure thought, flying freely along the line of memory.

In a daze, he seemed to look at Ma Laoliu's last knife again.

The ...... that rolled up a few feet of water A majestic sword!

In his mind, the knife was frozen.

The surrounding colors and scenery are stripped away one by one.

Only that sword qi was left, like a ray of light, lying across a dark space.

He stared at the sword qi in a daze, and his scattered thoughts didn't react for a long time, what was he doing......

Until he suddenly reacted, sat up suddenly, and lost his voice: "Flood, that knife is a flood!" ”

As if grasping something, he jumped off the top of the boat, tiptoe on the deck, and his figure passed by a standing guard wrestler.

"Boom."

Qingyue's long knife sounded out of the sheath, and the wrestler standing guard subconsciously patted his waist, but only slapped an empty scabbard, and then looked closely, and saw a familiar back, grabbing a bright iron-handled oxtail knife, and jumped in the air.

"Broken!"

He grabbed the little aura of Fang Cai, lifted his internal qi, and slashed it out.

The light of the snowy sword reflected the sunset and slashed heavily on the gentle river.

"Bang."

The waves splashed more than two feet high, and a fathead fish was carried by the waves and flew onto the deck, slapping its tail vigorously.

Yang Ge watched the ripples on the river, slapped the soles of his feet on the river, and his figure jumped back into the boat with the help of his strength.

Seeing this, the wrestlers on duty on the deck hurriedly pressed their knives and stepped forward: "Your Excellency, ......"

Yang Ge raised his hand without looking back: "Don't let anyone disturb me!" ”

The wrestlers retreated with their fists clenched, dispersed and stood around the boat, waving their hands to the robes who had rushed to hear the noise, signaling them not to come.

"What's wrong!"

Yang Gemo rubbed the oxtail knife in his hand, and carefully recalled the majestic knife of Ma Lao Liu's knife that rolled up several feet of water dragon.

Ma Lao Liu's knife is actually extremely strong.

If it weren't for the weaker momentum, he should have been the one who was defeated.

Compared with the stunning demeanor of Ma Lao Liu's knife.

The knife he just drew with a gourd is like the difference between a big orange and a northeast gold gradient.

Not like a god.

The shape is not similar.

He wrinkled his brow and thought for a few moments, then suddenly smiled a little dumbly.

Ma Lao Liuguan Hongfeng crossed the border and realized a knife technique.

He didn't contemplate Hongfeng's transit, but he contemplated Ma Lao Liu's knife.

Isn't this the same as "pass it on, Lord Shen likes to play sticks", "Pass it on, Lord Shen likes to play with singles", "Pass it on, Lord Shen likes to play small flying sticks"?

Does that taste right?

He smiled "hehe", closed his eyes, slowly raised the oxtail knife in his hand, and began to imagine the picture of Hongfeng transiting.

It is true that he did not face the flood head-on.

But he has seen floods, and he has also seen the tide of the Qiantang River.

I have also seen videos and pictures of the crossing of the flood peak and the plain turning into the ocean.

At this moment, he shrunk the "I", magnified the sense of insignificance and trembling when facing the flood roar, and immersed himself in the realization of the flood peak transit, the invincibility, the resolute and turbulent trend of the mulberry field turning into the sea.

His heart slowly calmed down, and he imagined himself alone, carrying a backpack and hiking poles, standing in the middle of a dry valley and river, and in front of him was a torrent as high as a few stories high.

The mountains and rivers tremble!

Heaven and earth are tarnished!

Slowly......

He seemed to hear the deafening roar of water.

He seemed to feel the cold rain lapping on his face.

Even the ground under his feet was really shaking......

Yang Ge suddenly shivered, goosebumps climbed above his head at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end.

Even the palms of the hands and feet oozed a lot of sweat at once......

His body shook, his mind almost freed from the terrifying intimidation.

The one in his mind, he bit a mouthful of steel teeth, forcibly pressed his trembling legs, and watched the flood rush over, and the incomparable force slapped him away, falling into the muddy flood of rocks and rolling stones, and quickly lost his human form......

After losing the shackles of the body, the mind becomes an invisible substance, freely shuttling through the rushing torrent.

With the torrent roaring.

Rushing with the torrent.

With the torrent, towering trees were uprooted.

With the torrent, the rocks are flattened.

Overwhelming!

Be invincible!

If you don't go back!

Then there's no going back!

The goosebumps on Yang Ge's face, which had just subsided, surged up on the top of his head again.

And this time, it's no longer a wave that will be over.

Instead, wave after wave kept pouring over the head.

His breathing began to grow heavy and rapid.

The oxtail knife raised high was driven by his rapid breathing rhythm and kept trembling, and the bright sword light on the blade of the knife was not revealed, and it was uncertain.

Until......

His clenched teeth were shaken open by the trembling of his body, and when the images flowing in his mind and the fierce and decisive intent accumulated in his heart began to shake together, Yang Ge finally opened his eyes violently, jumped up again, and roared angrily: "Break! ”

He struggled to squeeze the internal qi in his body, waved the knife with both hands as lightly as he could, and slashed out with all his might.

In an instant, three or four feet long burst out of the violent knife qi, slashing heavily on the wide river surface as if it were a real thing.

"Bang."

There was a deafening loud noise, and the two walls of water also rushed into the sky, pouring a cold chill on the ship's untouched vote of wrestlers.

And Fang Ke and the others on the riverbank, from their own point of view, also saw that under the knife, the turbulent river water was temporarily cut off, revealing the wonder of the black and secluded river silt!

Although the time for that spectacle to appear was extremely short, perhaps less than a snap of a finger......

But no matter how short it is, it's also a knife cut!

This directly stunned them!

This knife ......

They can't read it, they can't understand it at all!

Once upon a time, the big guys were all good hands who could only use their internal strength and could only hurt people with their fists and feet.

How is it that in the blink of an eye, you soar into the sky?

Isn't it only a year later?

But has it been many years?

Fang Ke and others are doubting life.

Yang Ge was still dissatisfied with the power of his sword.

He always felt that the breath in Fang Cai's chest shouldn't be like this......

But Fang Cai's knife had consumed all his strength, and he couldn't even use the light body kung fu of the chaotic wind legs.

"Poof."

Yang Ge slammed into the river, and after a few sips of water, he couldn't keep himself floating on his back.

At this scene, the wrestlers who pulled the boat to look down on the side of the boat were startled.

"Oh no, adults are drowning!"

I don't know who shouted, a vote of wrestlers took off the oxtail knife on his waist and jumped into the river like dumplings, and a group of people held Yang Ge who was still drinking water.

……

"No, no, it's still something!"

Yang Ge, who returned to the boat, sat on the bow of the boat wrapped in a blanket sent by his subordinates, still pondering the details of Fang Cai's knife.

The power of that knife just now...... Very strong!

It is much stronger than his current strongest move, the seventeenth form of the Lingshuang Knife: Aoxue Lingshuang.

This may be nonsense.

No matter how strong the Lingshuang Knife is, it is someone else's thing, and if he wants to exert his maximum power, he must spend a lot of time, energy, and comprehension to rush the skill proficiency.

And Fang Cai's knife is something he realized by himself, as soon as he gets started, it is a full level, even if the upper limit of that knife is not as high as the upper limit of Aoxue Lingshuang, but the level suppression of the skill alone is enough to exert a stronger lethality than Aoxue Lingshuang.

What's more, although he was only scratching the knife just now, he had a ...... intention It's not low at all!

Of course, what Yang Ge values most about that knife is not its power.

It's the effect of opening the door with that knife.

Yes, he saw the knife as a key that would help him open the door to the third floor of his sword.

Thereby...... Pass through the hall into the inner chamber (reach a higher level in one's studies or become more proficient in one's profess)!

……

Yang Ge has been practicing the knife for more than a year.

For more than a year, he has been wielding a knife for 3,000 times a day, and he has repeatedly swung a knife to learn from masters from all walks of life, and he can be regarded as having some of his own experience.

He believes that the first level of knife technique is force.

It's those beginners, after picking up the knife, with a brute force Xia Ji eight slashing, there is no skill, no discipline, said to use the knife, but in fact, the knife is replaced with an axe, hammer, it will not have any effect at all...... So this layer of force.

And the second layer of knife technique, Yang Ge believes that it is a skill.

From the basic knife styles such as sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden, to the knife moves such as sweeping thousands of armies and fighting in all directions at night, these are all knife skills and rules.

As for the third layer of the knife technique, Yang Ge felt that it was ...... It should be meaning.

With your own mind, you can harness the long knife and exert its power beyond the long knife itself!

If there are two layers, the knife is teaching the user how to use himself better.

Then to the third level, it is the user who is giving his own meaning to the knife.

At first glance, it's a bit confusing.

But it's actually quite understandable.

It's like singing, the conservatory will teach you how to control your breath, how to use transposition, how to use falsetto.

But the songs that can move people the most are often not the most difficult to sing to show off their skills, but those songs that singers sing with their own experiences and emotions......

Experiences and emotions, that's what the singer gives to the song!

The same goes for knife skills!

From this point of view, the knife technique of "Eighteen Roads Lingshuang Knife" is indeed a very clever knife technique, from the beginner to the master's full strategy, without taking the slightest wrongful road.

Yang Ge has indeed laid a very solid foundation for his sword technique under the guidance of this knife technique.

But this also brings up a problem: he only knows what it is, but he doesn't know why!

At first glance, this doesn't seem like a problem.

Knife technique, as long as you can use it, why do you study it, what is the point?

But in fact, if Yang Ge only knew what it was and didn't know why it was, he wouldn't be able to comprehend something that belonged to him on the basis of the Lingshuang Knife.

That is to say, he can only follow the route planned by the Lingshuang Knife, one way to the dark, to compete with the creator of this sword technique.

But there are not even two leaves in the world that have the same veins.

How can two people with completely different experiences have the same understanding of the same knife technique?

At that time, his comprehension of the knife technique was like a blank piece of paper covered with graffiti, and it was already in the shape of the Lingshuang Knife, even if he wanted to abandon the Lingshuang Knife and practice other swordsmanship, it would be too late to regret it......

Of course, this is not a trap that Jiang Kui left for him.

It's just that his martial arts have improved too fast, and he has not been able to cultivate and absorb various sword techniques during the bottleneck period like other sword geniuses, broaden his horizons, consolidate his foundation, and finally accumulate thick and thin, and steadily ascend to the third level.

But obviously, genius is also hierarchical!

Yang Ge, who can disassemble the sword intent from the opponent's moves.

Obviously, it is more clever than those geniuses who need to figure out and comprehend the sword intent step by step!

Not blowing or black, in terms of understanding and imagination......

Having received higher education and the bombardment of the information age is indeed more advantageous.

……

Yang Ge sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat and meditated for a long time.

It wasn't until the moontop treetops that he suddenly slapped his thigh and suddenly realized: "There is no problem with the gun, and there is no problem with the marksmanship, then it can only be a problem with the bullet!" ”

He turned over and got up, and immediately habitually pulled out the posture of the mixed yuan pile, mobilized the internal qi of the whole body, and operated the Great Zhou Tian according to the twelve meridians and yin and yang.

"Hoo ......"

He exhaled slowly and long, and the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit slowly condensed together with his breath and sank into the dantian.

"Suck ......"

After taking one breath, he began to inhale slowly, and the Three Treasures of Essence and Spirit slowly floated up from his dantian like his balloon, scattering into his limbs and hundreds of remains.

As the owner of the body, Yang Ge could clearly perceive that a trace of his essence and spirit was left in the internal qi in the dantian, and it was running with the internal qi, affecting the limbs and hundreds of bones through the twelve meridians.

That feeling......

It's as if the body was originally a chaotic piece, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't command anything except in one breath.

And now, the chaotic space lit up with a faint light, and through that glimmer of light, he could already "see" the outlines of the five internal organs and the dantian meridians.

'Oh, this is refining and refining qi!' ’

A wave of realization rose in Yang Ge's heart.

It was at this moment that he finally understood......

The same is gas.

Why is the qi of the Qi Sea Realm called the internal qi?

And the qi that returns to the true realm is called true qi.

It turns out that the qi of the Qi Sea Realm is just an internal external force.

It's like a bullet in the chamber of a gun, gasoline in a tank.

Although they all do work internally, they can only have an effect externally.

The qi of the true realm is closer to the vitality of living beings.

It's like the blood of the human body.

It can provide a steady stream of strength to the human body.

It can also support the complex tissue structure of the human body......

To be more specific.

Internal qi can only hurt the enemy's body.

And true qi can not only hurt the enemy's body, but also prolong life!

I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time, it's late, forgive me~

(End of chapter)