When Ning Zhe saw Ao Bingyan's movements, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. (Baidu Search Rainbow Literature Network) (.) [] You must know that although his sword intent has not reached the point of being clear with a sword heart, he is also a person who has comprehended a point of swordsmanship after all.

With this sword he struck with all his strength, even the Purple Pill powerhouse of the Dan Realm probably didn't dare to face its edge, and the other party actually wanted to clamp it with two fingers, so he couldn't take it too seriously.

Sure enough, Ao Bingyan's two fingers just touched Ning Zhe's long sword, and the silver light on the long sword suddenly skyrocketed, crushing his two fingers to pieces in an instant.

A smile flashed in Ning Zhe's eyes, and he was about to ridicule the other party, but he saw that Ao Bingyan's gaze was still extremely calm, and the fingers that had just been crushed to pieces actually re-condensed in an instant, and pinched towards Ning Zhe's long sword again.

Ning Zhe's heart was shocked, and the Star Picking Record Technique was activated, and the golden 'color' spiritual power once again penetrated through his body, forming one after another small golden 'color' vortices at the tip of the sword, and rolled towards Ao Bingyan's fingers.

"Hmph, you will regenerate, and I will destroy it again, see who is damaged the most......" Ning Zhe muttered from his mouth.

Ao Bingyan seemed to see Ning Zhe's thoughts, the smile in his eyes grew thicker, and he said lightly: "You want to use spiritual power to forcibly destroy my body, but my body is condensed from the vitality of this heaven and earth, the so-called endless, how can you win......

Sure enough, no matter how many sword qi vortexes Ning Zhe urged, the opponent's fingers could always regrow in the first place. Although the movements of the two are subtle, the degree of danger and the requirements for spiritual control are extremely harsh, and the slightest carelessness will result in a broken finger or a broken sword.

However, what Ao Bingyan said was indeed true, Ning Zhe's spiritual power was unsustainable after it lasted for a period of time, and then a gap appeared. It was this trace of space that gave Ao Bingyan's fingers, who didn't know how many times they had grown, a little chance. I saw his fingers draw a graceful arc in the air, and then gently pinched Ning Zhe's sword body......

Bang!

A crisp sound came out, and the silver 'colored' long sword in Ning Zhe's hand was directly crushed from the middle by Ao Bingyan's two fingers, and then it was crushed along with the killing intent that he had just condensed.

Poof!

Ning Zhe's sea of consciousness was like a huge shock, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body retreated to the other side of the square, falling where he was standing just now.

"Too weak, too weak, you only know the way of the sword, you don't understand the heart of the sword, after all, you can't cultivate the avenue. Ao Bingyan on the other side looked at Ning Zhe and said, there seemed to be a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"I only know the way of the sword, but I don't understand the heart of the sword...... I see, I just used this sword qi as a method of attack, but I didn't identify with it from the heart. And he can only be my tool, not my soul. Ning Zhe's mind kept repeating Ao Bingyan's words, and he gradually had a hint of realization in his heart, and muttered.

Although he had a trace of understanding, Ning Zhe at this time still had nothing to do with Ao Bingyan in the distance, and the loneliness in his eyes gradually rose: "It turns out that this is a dead end, people who cultivate to a high level cannot break through the demons, and people who cultivate to an average level will eventually lose in the hands of this wisp of remnant soul." No wonder, no wonder no one has been able to take away the inheritance here for more than 10,000 years......"

He just thought of this, but Ao Bingyan on the other side said coldly: "You have loyalty, will, and bravery, but you lack a persistence, and this persistence comes from everyone's love for all things in the world, hey, my way is lonely after all......"

"Persistence?love for all things in the world?"

Ning Zhe listened to his words, but he felt a little familiar, and pondered for a while, before he finally remembered that when he was in the Death Tower of the Land of Reincarnation, when he inherited the meaning of war, the old man said this.

“...... It is not cultivation or treasure that defeats you, but faith, the belief that you will move forward and die if you win. This is the meaning of war, even if the enemy is outnumbered, even if the enemy is strong and I am weak, I will draw the long sword at my waist and die on the way to attack......"

”...... There are four kinds of fighting spirits: fearlessness, bravery, perseverance, and fraternity! These four beliefs are possessed by every monk, and my fighting spirit is to bring these beliefs into full play......

Thinking about these words repeatedly, the light in Ning Zhe's eyes became more and more bright, and the body that was originally prostrate on the ground gradually stood up, and muttered in his mouth: "No wonder, no wonder my will to fight has never improved, no wonder I have never been able to comprehend the essence of the will to fight, it turns out that I actually lack a persistence, and even more lack of fraternity for all things." It is these things that hinder my eyes and make my inner demons more and more powerful on the path of cultivation......"

Thinking of this, the dilemma in Ning Zhe's heart that had been in his heart was finally solved, and with it, a surging battle intent erupted from his body.

"Although my kendo is not strong enough, but I dare to draw my sword, and my fearlessness and bravery will be used as a means against strong enemies. And the sword in my hand is just a channel for me to vent my emotions, the sword is like the voice of my heart, the sword follows me, the sword, and the sword will accompany me in the end!"

At this moment, the long sword in Ning Zhe's hand suddenly trembled violently, and the sword body that was broken from the middle was actually covered by a golden sword light, and it was impossible to see its original appearance at all.

Choke!

A dragon 'groan' came from the sword body, Ning Zhe's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sky-high battle intent erupted from his body, and two golden rays surged directly under his feet.

"The will to fight, move forward, either win, or die!"

Ning Zhe burst into a shout, stepped lightly on the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Ao Bingyan on the opposite side with a sword in both hands.

And Ao Bingyan never thought that Ning Zhe would be able to comprehend the true meaning of the battle word in such a short period of time, let alone that he would be able to directly integrate the battle intent into the sword intent. Therefore, the sneer on the corner of his mouth suddenly condensed as soon as he floated, and then his hands were sealed, and more than ten white 'colored' light curtains were condensed in the air, and then his body retreated violently, wanting to distance himself from Ning Zhe.

However, Ning Zhe had just comprehended the battle intent at this time, and the condensed sword light light split Ao Bingyan's defensive light curtain into pieces in an instant, and then slashed down towards him.

Ao Bingyan had no way to retreat, so he had no choice but to stop, the white mangs in his right hand were released, and a white "colored" handprint condensed in the air and slapped towards Ning Zhe.

"Cover the sea!"

Ning Zhe looked at the white 'colored' handprint, a trace of solemnity swelled up on his face, and the sword in his hand drew several end-to-end circles in the air, and he shouted in a low voice: "Tai Chi Sword Intent!"

What he was using at this time was the Tai Chi sword intent he had learned from the Xuanling Sect, and it stands to reason that this sword technique could not enter his eyes at all with his current knowledge and cultivation. However, the breakthrough in his mind just now made the long sword in his hand have a natural killing intent, and at this time, no matter what swordsmanship was urged, the power increased by several percent.

Rumble!

The golden and white light suddenly converged in the air, but after a few breaths of stalemate, the white 'color' handprint shattered, and the golden sword flashed away, and when it reappeared, it had stopped in front of Ao Bingyan. The uncertain sword light was pointed at the part of his throat, as long as he passed it forward, this wisp of Ao Bingyan's remnant soul would inevitably dissipate between heaven and earth......

Ao Bingyan looked at Ning Zhe incredulously, although it was easy to win the other party again with his cultivation, but with his mind and identity, he would not do such a boring thing.

"It's the old man who lost!" Ao Bingyan was silent for a moment, and finally nodded at Ning Zhe and said.

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