Wang Zhong stayed in Siguo Cliff for three days, studying the swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and when he was hungry and thirsty, Lao Denuo personally brought food up. Yiran regards Huashan as his home.

In the past three days, Wang Zhong has not practiced swords, and most of the time he sits in front of the stone carvings of Wuyue swordsmanship, silently deducing swordsmanship in his heart, which corroborates with his more than 30 years of swordsmanship cultivation.

What he has to do now is not to practice any swordsmanship, but to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship among thousands of swordsmanship, integrate it into his "basic swordsmanship", create a set of swordsmanship that is most suitable for him, and then try his best to crack it, so repeated nine times, Wang Zhong's swordsmanship will be completed, creating a set of swordsmanship that is most suitable for himself and the most perfect.

Nine is an imaginary number, and every time it is broken, it is a great progress in the way of the sword, and the number of nine is infinite.

This process is very boring, but Wang Zhong has thirty years of basic swordsmanship, and the exquisite sword moves of the Wuyue Sword School as a reference, as well as the superior swordsmanship collected by the Songshan School on the rivers and lakes over the years as a foundation. Wang Zhong's process of creating swordsmanship was very smooth, but he broke three times in three days, and the sword path in his heart had already taken shape.

However, after three breaks and three stands, Wang Zhong's foundation was completely exhausted, and he could no longer continue.

On this day, Wang Zhong stood on the cliff with his sword in his hand, closed his eyes and slowly took out the sword, his swordsmanship was not fast, but every move was extremely attentive, and every move was the crystallization of his hard work these days.

Wang Zhong's swordsmanship is based on the basic swordsmanship, fusing the original sword theory of the Wuyue Sword School, there is no axe and chisel between the moves, and the clouds flow to the extreme, which also contains the mental method of the instantaneous explosion speed of the evil sword spectrum.

Wang Zhong's sword technique is getting faster and faster, and the Dao sword light is like a dragon circling, covering his body, and under the dangerous sword light is the danger of Wuyue, which is Wang Zhong's elaboration of the sword.

Lao Denuo had been standing not far away, looking at Wang Zhong's swordsmanship, cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks, he only felt that Wang Zhong's swordsmanship was extremely terrifying, and there was a murderous aura coming to his face just by watching from the sidelines.

Wang Zhong's swordsmanship pursues the ultimate lethality, and the sword moves are directed at the bottom of the enemy's heart, making people cowardly before fighting, and it is the world's first-class killing sword.

In Wang Zhong's view, all martial arts are killing skills, as long as you can kill the enemy in the shortest possible time, it is the best swordsmanship. Therefore, Wang Zhong abandoned all flashy moves in swordsmanship, and pursued the fastest, shortest, and most dangerous way to kill his opponent.

After watching Wang Zhong practice swordsmanship for a quarter of an hour, Lao Denuo didn't dare to watch anymore, and hurriedly ran down the cliff, and was extremely jealous of Wang Zhong in his heart, he felt that his fourth uncle was too terrible, where is this cultivation of swordsmanship, it is simply to create a killing machine.

Wang Zhong didn't care about Lao Denuo's departure, he was silent in his own swordsmanship, and when he practiced the swordsmanship ten times, he finally stopped, frowning tightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the swordsmanship he had created.

"What went wrong?" Wang Zhong stood in place and muttered to himself, he found that his swordsmanship could no longer be carried out after three breakthroughs and three stands, the feeling that the breakthrough was clearly in front of him, but he was not allowed to enter, made Wang Zhong depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

After thinking about it for an hour, Wang Zhong walked into the cave again, carefully watched the swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword Sect, then shook his head and sat down to meditate.

As for the moves of those Demon Sect elders to crack the Wuyue Sword Technique, Wang Zhong didn't even look at them, those moves were completely aimed at the remnants of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and some of the moves were even more far-fetched and had no cultivation value.

The Demon Sect Elder's vision is still between moves, Wang Zhong's current swordsmanship has long surpassed moves, and what he pursues is the best swordsmanship, and what he has cracked is not the swordsmanship's moves, but the origin swordsmanship contained in the swordsmanship.

Wang Zhong sat on the cliff for seven days, reluctantly deducing his swordsmanship to the point of breaking and standing up, and he couldn't go on anymore, and because of the deduction of swordsmanship, his talent was exhausted, and some silver threads appeared in his original black hair.

If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will have to reduce your life.

Wang Zhong had no choice but to stop, sat on the edge of the Siguo Cliff, watched the clouds and mist change in Huashan, and didn't know how to continue for a while.

"You junior is also interesting, at a young age, you have surpassed the limits of sword moves and pointed directly at the Great Dao Sword Theory, are you still dissatisfied?" At this time, an old voice sounded behind Wang Zhong.

"And sure enough, it came. The corners of Wang Zhong's mouth curled, and he finally waited for the main master.

"The seniors watched me practice swords for three days, and finally couldn't help but come out?" Wang Zhong turned his head and looked at the person in front of him.

With white hair, a long white beard dragged to his chest, a pair of eyes like swords that people dare not look at directly, and his green clothes and white robes fluttered in the wind, looking like he was all right.

"You can actually detect me?" the old man smiled: "It's interesting that the Songshan faction can come out of your place!"

"Senior Feng has profound skills, and I didn't notice you originally. Wang Zhong also smiled: "But some time ago, my swordsmanship broke five times and stood five, and finally there was a small success, and the old-timers showed a little breath, which was noticed by me." ”

The old man can hide Wang Zhong's perception, and naturally only the ancestors of the Huashan faction are clear.

"Your kid has gone astray in sword practice, and I can't bear to show some flaws, old man. Feng Qingyang preached to Wang Zhong with a straight face: "The cultivation of swordsmanship pays attention to gradual progress, you are so anxious to seek a breakthrough, you have gone astray, and if you continue like this, you will definitely go crazy." ”

Wang Zhong looked at the few strands of white hair on his cheeks and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Indeed, as Feng Qingyang said, Wang Zhong was too eager to achieve it, with his kendo cultivation, he would definitely be able to achieve swordsmanship in ten years, but he had to do it in a few days, how could he not pay the price.

"Senior Feng, I'm from the Songshan faction, why do you want to remind me?"

If Wang Zhong goes mad because of sword practice, it will be a great misfortune for the Songshan faction, but it will be a great luck for Huashan, although Feng Qingyang is a person of the Huashan Sword Sect, but after all, he is still a disciple of Huashan, and there is no reason to remind the opponent.

"The old man has long seen through fame and fortune, and he doesn't have any Songshan Huashan in his eyes, but he sees that you are only forty years old, and you have such a cultivation, I really can't bear to see you unsuccessful in the way of the sword and fall halfway. The wind cleared and stroked his beard.

"Can the seniors teach the juniors a little kendo experience!" Wang Zhong hit the snake and followed the stick.

"Haha!" Feng Qingyang laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "Although the old man can see through fame and fortune, it is impossible to teach you Huashan stunts." ”

Wang Zhong actually didn't expect to learn the "Dugu Nine Swords" from Feng Qingyang, he just asked casually, but when he heard Feng Qingyang's words, he inevitably felt a desire to win.

"Hmph! Your Huashan mastery may not be better than my Songshan's. ”

"Oh!" Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, "Then let me see what special skills the Songshan faction has." ”

As soon as the words fell, the wind cleared and turned into a white shadow, and with two fingers and a sword, he stabbed at Wang Zhong's throat, and the speed was really the only one Wang Zhong had ever seen in his life.

"I'm afraid you won't make it. Wang Zhong's stubborn temper came up, and he stabbed with his sword, and he actually fought with Feng Qingyang.

The fight between the two is half a month.