Chapter 105: Sword Practice

"Kendo ......"

Zhou Xiaocao looked up at the sky, he let out a long sigh, and his expression became complicated.

"So that's how you learned Kendo......"

"I made these ...... by myself"

Lin Xuan didn't reply, he didn't understand what Zhou Xiaocao's words meant without a head or tail.

He stood in the cold wind, then lifted his feet and walked among the fluttering maple leaves.

Lin Xuan looked at the sky, looked at the clouds, and looked at the maple leaves around him.

"The swordsmanship of the predecessors is the best in the world...... You are a peerless swordsman who has never been seen before or since......"

He looked submissive in front of Zhou Xiaocao, but deep down in his heart, he never felt that he was inferior to the other party.

Lin Xuan's expression froze, and his eyes as bright as stars gradually turned cold.

"Buzz!"

Raise your sword!

The Broken Sorrow Sword in his hand was like a white cloud, and it kept flying and shuttling among the fallen leaves flying in the sky.

The glittering sword light was even more dazzling than the bright moonlight, and the whole world was overshadowed.

Lin Xuan was doing something that seemed extremely ridiculous to others.

He stabbed the maple leaves floating down beside him with his unparalleled swordsmanship, sword after sword.

Lin Xuan's sword was very fast, and every time he stabbed out, the sword would leave dense leaves.

The endless fallen leaves blown by the cold wind were pierced by him in only an instant.

"Whew!"

Lin Xuan let out a breath lightly, and the maple leaves on the Broken Sorrow Sword fell one after another.

"Buzz!"

He continued to swing his sword, and the light of the sword was incomparably brilliant.

Everything is lonely, and the color of heaven and earth changes.

Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was first ethereal and agile, then murderous, and then slow and peaceful.

He kept swinging his long sword, and countless exquisite sword moves were used by him.

The swordsmanship that Lin Xuan had learned was profound and vast, and all kinds of martial arts were at his fingertips.

Some of the sword moves he used at the moment were from Dao Xuanzong, some from Zhou Xiaocao, some from his previous life, and some from that Great Zhou Jianghu.

Lin Xuan swung his sword, bringing up a dazzling sword light, and gently slashed across the maple leaf that was blown off by him.

With a sword frost, those flying leaves immediately turned into countless fragments.

There were many differences in the sword moves he used, but as time passed, those very different sword moves gradually became closer.

A sword flew across the sword, then stabbed down vertically. Lin Xuan's sword moves were sharp and domineering, his sword momentum was indulgent and he wielded freely.

"Since you have chosen the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, then your own swordsmanship is naturally based on the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship......

"The mysterious man taught me a set of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now......"

"My original intention was to include all the sword moves I have learned all my life in vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, but unfortunately ......"

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, and there was a thick regret in his eyebrows.

"It's a pity that Tai Chi swordsmanship can't be integrated into it......"

"The Tai Chi Sword Posture and the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique are incompatible, if I forcibly fuse the two, I will only lose their original subtlety ......"

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, and he suddenly remembered the mysterious man's words at this moment.

"The two tricks I have taught you are divided into vertical swords and horizontal swords according to the way of heaven and earth. ”

"Horizontal swordsmanship is a skill, in order to seek its benefits, it is for the sake of the sword. The swordsmanship is in the potential, in order to seek the truth, is for the close. ”

"This is the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship!!"

Lin Xuan went over and over the moves of those swordsmanship in his mind, and then compared them with the swordsmanship that he had just practiced.

Rise.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the heavy thoughts in his heart.

"Continue ......"

A sword broke through the air, and the sudden sword wind swept up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

His sword moves are fierce and domineering and ever-changing.

Lin Xuan used the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship he had comprehended to bring up sword shadows.

......

"Wow!

The maple trees were constantly swaying in the wind, and the branches were violently whipping the rain that poured down.

Suddenly.

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Boom!!"

Immediately after, there was an earth-shattering thunderclap, which instantly plunged the whole world into a buzz.

The raindrops were joined together like a large net hanging from the heavens.

The cold wind blew, and the gurgling water tilted by three points, and they were like extremely thin silk threads, splashing everywhere.

When the rain falls, each red maple leaf is condensed with crystal droplets.

Thousands of silk threads are like curtains of dripping water, they float down from the sky and fall on countless maple leaves.

The endless wind and rain are uneven, and the bead curtain of thousands of miles rolls up the trees.

Countless misty drizzles, countless drops of raindrops, crazy falling from the sky.

The cold wind whined and roared violently.

The dark clouds brought a mournful atmosphere, which was even more desolate under the cold and biting wind and rain.

Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, the misty light yarn, quietly covered the maple forest.

The rain fell silently on the maple branches like smoke and mist.

Dripping water drenched the trees, drenched the leaves, and drenched his sword.

"Buzz!"

Lin Xuan stood under the majestic waterfall to practice his sword, his sword light was restrained, and he had no domineering power.

His swordsmanship is as gentle as clear water, and as warm as spring breeze and rain.

Ever since Lin Xuan established his sword path, he chose to stand under the waterfall to practice his sword.

Because only in this case can his sword moves really have the meaning of vertical and horizontal.

At first, his sword moves were only in shape, and there was no real sense of being invincible, just that they looked invincible on the surface.

As time passed, his sword moves became more restrained, and his sword momentum became more and more restrained.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Lin Xuan's swordsmanship has been stagnating, in fact, on the contrary, his sword moves have been improving!

He is hiding the sword, and he is also hiding the move!!

Although it seemed to be just an ordinary sword move on weekdays, once Lin Xuan really released it, it would definitely be an unparalleled sword technique that broke through the earth and dominated the world.

"Boom! boom!"

I don't know how many times Lin Xuan has faced the rushing waterfall, his hands holding the sword have become numb to the point of losing consciousness, but Lin Xuan is still swinging the sword.

A sword ......

The roaring waterfall was split in two by Lin Xuan's sword, he swung his sword and closed it quickly, after he collected his sword, the imposing waterfall lost its block, and fell down again with a roar.

Two Swords......

The raging waterfall was once again cut off by the long sword in Lin Xuan's hand, and he practiced his sword moves expressionlessly, as if he was just doing an ordinary little thing.

Anyone who sees this scene will be shocked beyond words.

But Lin Xuan was always dissatisfied in his heart, for him, it was still too reluctant to practice swords in such a harsh situation with the body of a mortal.

Often, after just a few dozen swings, he had to put away his sword because he was tired, and then returned to the shore to rest and wait for his body to recover.

If he did this with the body and bones of a real person, he would have persisted for too much longer.

Even so, it can't be said that he was delayed by the seal.

After these years of tempering, Lin Xuan's grasp of his own strength has improved to a very exaggerated level.

In other words, he can make the most of every ounce of power he uses.

In the past, when I used a sword, there was always some power that escaped due to various problems.

But now, he can make sure that every ounce of his power counts.

Although this is not a big change, it can make the difference between life and death.

For practitioners, the strength of each move is the key to victory or defeat.

And victory or defeat, in the vast majority of cases, represents death.

Lin Xuan practiced swords in the water, and he learned the sword moves that followed the trend, and also learned the sword moves that resisted against the trend.

His sword moves became more and more mundane, and more and more perfect.

Any chaotic swordsmanship is an impeccable trick after it is used by him.

Even if it's just a sword move that is used indiscriminately, it seems to have been perfected through countless years and generations.

There is no end to learning, and there is no end to the Tao.

He swung his sword every day, every moment, until he fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Over and over again...... Year after year......

One day, Lin Xuan took out his sword and not only broke the waterfall, but even split the mountain behind the waterfall.

And he, still did not stop swinging the sword.

From this date.

With each sword he struck, the waterfall lowered by an inch, and the mountain behind the waterfall was degraded.

......

"What else does my swordsmanship fall short of?"

"There's a lot more to learn, and what you've mastered now is just the tip of the iceberg......"

At the beginning, Zhou Xiaocao also pointed out a few words to Lin Xuan until that day......

On that day, Lin Xuan took out his sword, he cut off the last clear spring in front of him, and he split the last stone wall in front of him.

On that day, a waterfall as high as the sky was reduced to nothing under his sword.

On that day, the formidable mountain disappeared under his sword.

After that day, Zhou Xiaocao never instructed Lin Xuan on how to practice swords.

In the words of that peerless sword saint, his sword has entered the Dao, and he no longer needs to be taught by others.

Everyone has a different opinion on swordsmanship, and there is no room for it.

Only a swordsman who insists on what he thinks in his heart can truly become a swordsman.

At the level of the Tao, everyone has their own thoughts, and it is difficult to judge who is right and who is wrong.

It may be said that there is no standard, no good or bad.

It's like the emperor and the prime minister, the old and the young, the tall and the short, the rich and the poor, the husband and the wife......

Everyone has a different understanding of the Tao, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

You can't underestimate someone else's way because of their origins or other factors.

The road is endless, and the road is endless.

No one can guarantee that the Tao they have comprehended is the most correct way, and no one can guarantee that they have comprehended all the paths.

Patches of maple leaves, gargling with the breeze, fell on his clothes, but they did not ripple in the slightest.

Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, Lin Xuan at this moment will never be bothered by these trivial matters again.

Mu Xinxin is proud, and the spring trickles and flows.

That dusk, with the wind and snow, he swung his sword alone in loneliness.

Under the bright moon, the stars were shining, and he quietly took out his sword with the loneliness of his heart.