Tianxing rudder, in the green bamboo forest, Ah Zhu held a white silk scarf moistened with clear water, looked at the man in front of him gently and happily, the breeze was blowing, the long black hair was swinging, the eyes were confused, and the whole person was demure and beautiful.

In front of her, Huang Fuxu was wearing a white bodysuit, holding a scabbard in his left hand and a handle in his right hand, tirelessly practicing the technique of drawing a knife over and over again, which was basically not a secret martial arts skill at all.

The knives and scabbards are made of wood, and the burrs have a strong friction between each other, so it is very cumbersome to pull out and insert them back, and they will be scrapped after a while, and they need to be rebuilt by the craftsman.

This kind of practice of drawing a knife, Huang Fuxu has lasted for nearly two months, basically except for basic physiological activities such as sleeping and eating, he has never stopped for a moment, and even Yin Wuji Zhao Yuntian wanted to see him was stopped, because in this state, he felt that his strength realm was making rapid progress.

There are many people who ignore this skill, but there is precisely one person who has practiced this seemingly mediocre and ordinary skill to the peak, every day without interruption, one day, one year, ten years, and finally with this kind of thing to achieve the name of the Sword Saint, that is, the Snow Hatred Sword Saint.

In the article on the explanation of the theory of the sword path obtained by Huang Fu Xu, he admires the sword drawing technique very much, thinking that this is the foundation of the knife path, and the reason why the sword saint can become the sword saint is to see the truth in the ordinary place and comprehend the origin of the knife path from the foundation.

Therefore, even if you have never practiced any famous sword techniques, they are still incomparable to those who practice divine skill sword techniques, which is like a middle school student who is still complacent about finding a rapid learning and progress skill for himself, and people have directly attacked the professor level, and the gap is indescribable.

Huang Fuxu felt every minute of the wooden knife, all kinds of resistance at the moment of pulling out, the fluctuation and hesitation in his heart, the more he felt, the deeper the taste, as if it was a glass of sake, it seemed to have no taste, neither sweet nor fragrant, but it was the purest original taste, which could not be forgotten in people's hearts for a long time.

A knife hand, from the state of drawing the sword, you can see whether he has the potential to go down on the path of the sword, a hesitant and cowardly person to practice for a hundred years, is not comparable to a brave and fearless warrior to practice for a day, this is not a proficiency can be determined, nor can a simple practice make perfect can be summarized, because this is the world of high martial arts, and the sword path touched will eventually lead to the comprehension of the soul.

Just like the practice of drawing the sword of the Snow Sword Saint, he comprehends the truth in the repetition over and over again, and sees the nature of the heart. If it is just physical tempering, let alone just a few decades, even if it is practiced for hundreds of years, he is a second-rate knife master at best, and it is impossible for him to become a sword saint.

Huang Fuxu's face was indifferent, and the calm between his eyebrows and eyes was like a dead lake, but the flames in his heart were getting stronger and stronger, one surface and one mile, forming two heavens of ice and fire, and the action of constantly drawing the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and in the end, he just pulled out a section, and he was already sweating profusely and panting.

It's not that the resistance of the wooden knife has been so great that Huang Fuxu can't bear it, it's just that his heart is heavy, and every time he draws the knife, the consumption of spirit and spirit is unimaginable.

At this time, there was a crisp birdsong from nowhere in the distant sky, like thunder, which made Huangfu Xu's heart light up, as if he understood something, and as if he didn't understand anything, his right hand was held on the handle of the knife again, although he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, but a sense of depression couldn't be erased.

Ah Zhu stood aside, breathing a few times rapidly, but he was afraid that Huang Fuxu would be disturbed, so he hurriedly put the silk scarf in his hand into the sparkling copper basin, covered his mouth with both hands, and did not dare to make a little movement.

In the green bamboo forest, the guards who had been hidden in the past also showed their tracks, and they felt a great terror in their hearts, and the light of a blade flashed in their hearts from time to time, making them unable to calm down at all.

Huang Fu Xu's eyes were slightly closed, a smile swayed at the corner of his mouth, his left wrist shook, and the long knife was unsheathed, although he had not used any true qi, but an invisible qi swept out from the long knife, and swung in the semi-circle direction in front of Huang Fu Xu.

Huang Fuxu's eyes opened, first nodded, and then frowned, only to see the wooden scabbard in his left hand and the long wooden knife in his right hand turned into sawdust and drifted in the wind, scattered to all corners like dandelions.

"This is the edge of the sword, and it is also the vision that only has the first entry into the sword momentum, with this edge, maybe it has not reached the Gangqi, and it is not impossible to compete with the master of the Gangqi realm. Huang Fuxu looked at his hands and said to himself with a smile.

Gang Qi is the compression of true qi, and it is still true qi in essence, but it is both rigid and soft, and it is extremely powerful, so even if an ordinary innate martial artist reaches the sixth-layer realm, he cannot compete with a seventh-layer martial artist who is only one layer away.

The edge formed by the knife is different, this is not true qi, just an anomaly of the realm of the sword, so you can rely on it to compete with the gangqi, but it is very difficult to comprehend the knife momentum, only the talented and powerful sword path can comprehend, of course, it is more of a chance.

If Huang Fuxu doesn't have a sword momentum, he is definitely not the enemy of a gangqi master, just like Zhang Ji before, even if he only cultivates the Rock Skill that is biased towards defense, he can only threaten with the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle, and if he really moves, he is by no means an opponent.

But now, he comprehended the knife momentum, and under the knife, the gods and ghosts were all shocked, and if he really fought, he might not be afraid of the gangqi master.

"I comprehend the sword intent, I don't know when I can comprehend my sword intent, will my sword intent be the sword intent of the overlord?" Huang Fuxu secretly thought in his heart, the sword intent is also the ability that the sword dao can only have when it comprehends a certain realm.

In a sense, the knife posture and the knife intent are juxtaposed, and there is no difference between strength and weakness, and there is a difference between primary and secondary.

The knife momentum is focused on the edge, no matter what kind of knife method is used, the destructive power can be greatly blessed, for example, in the past, a knife could only cut off a piece of steel under full strength, and the knife momentum was blessed, under the edge, it was not a problem to cut him ten or twenty pieces, and as long as the knife momentum was comprehended, everyone used it the same, there was no difference;

The knife intent is different, in addition to the natural attributes such as the flame knife intent, the thunder and lightning knife intent, the wind knife intent, the yin and yang knife intent, the void knife intent, the emperor's knife intent, and all kinds of gods and Buddhas sword intent are endless, and they can better reflect the difference in knife hands.

Ah Zhu glanced at Huang Fu Xu, picked up the silk scarf and walked to Huang Fu Xu, wiped the sweat on his face, and said suspiciously, "Childe, you only practice such a move every day, what is it for? I see that there are many powerful sword techniques in the collection of the Tianxing Gang, why don't you practice them?"

Huangfu Xu smiled, held Azhu's hand, hugged her into his arms, gently sniffed Azhu's smooth long hair, there was a fragrance of grass and trees, and said with emotion,

"Azhu, you don't understand. No matter how powerful the martial arts are, they are only external techniques, although they are powerful when practiced, but the difficulty of trying to understand the truth from them is also greatly increased, but the sword drawing technique is not, he is ordinary and ordinary, and it is relatively much easier to comprehend the truth from it. You know the Snow Knife Saint. He's a skilled slasher. ”

Saying that, Huang Fuxu hugged Ah Zhu and told her some of the deeds of the Snow Sword Saint, his voice was soft, with a touch of leisure, which made Ah Zhu's heart calm, if possible, she hoped that this moment would be eternal.