When the morning sun was just glowing with a vibrant red light in the east, and the world was still dark, the door of a wooden house in the North District of the outer disciples opened gently, a tall figure walked out, and closed the door behind his back.
Every day, Chu Mu wakes up at dawn, washes up, puts on his clothes, hangs a water bottle, brings dry food and dried meat that have been packaged from the canteen, etc., picks up the sword, leaves the wooden house, and goes to the cliff to practice. . It wasn't until the sun set in the west and night fell that everything was silent, then I returned to the wooden house under the moonlight to end the day's hard work.
True genius is one point of talent plus nine points of hard work, no matter in which world.
What others see is his achievements. Who knows the efforts he has put in?
The steps were fast, the landing was very light, and he left quickly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the cliff. At this time, the sky and the earth were still dark, and the sea of clouds seemed to be still sleeping, condensed, motionless, and deep.
The wind that blew still carried the chill from last night, and it hit my face with a bit of coldness, stirring the ends of my hair.
Facing the sea of clouds, he slowly closed his eyes, his mind clear, and after reviewing yesterday's practice experience, he slowly opened his eyes. Just in time to see a ray of light piercing the sky like a sharp sword, floating across the sea of clouds, dispelling the darkness on the sea of clouds, and awakening the sleeping clouds.
In an instant, the sea of clouds woke up, the depths disappeared, began to flutter, boiled, and surged and changed again.
A rolling red sun slowly rises from the eastern sky, with thousands of rays of rays of light shining out, like countless blazing swords. The clear eyes reflect the slowly rising red sun, full of vitality.
"At this time, it is the time when the body's functions are fully awakened, and it is also the best time to practice sword energy."
Facing the rising sun and sea of clouds, he sat down cross-legged, with the stainless steel sword placed on his legs. He slowly closed his eyes, clasped his thumb and index finger and rested them on his knees with his palms facing up. The breathing became long, fine and even, and a ray of sword energy was mobilized, emerging from the Dantian and wandering around Xiao Zhoutian.
One week, two days... ten weeks...
After a while, he finished adjusting his breath, quickly stood up and drew his sword. The sword's light flashed, reflecting the rays of the morning sun, reflecting a layer of dazzling red.
After the swordsman is required to practice Feiyun Swordsmanship, he must practice it ten times every day.
Qingfeng Swordsmanship, I am currently majoring in swordsmanship. After practicing the first seven moves thirty times, I can practice Qingfeng Swordsman, Qingfeng Dazzling and... Qingfeng Ultimate Kill.
On the second day, Qingfeng Dazzling achieved great success. On the third day, I started to practice Qingfeng Ultimate Kill, but I had no clue. On the fourth day...the seventh day, I had the enlightenment, and the Qingfeng Juesha was to condense the eight murderous intentions of the Qingfeng into one, and shoot out from the sword like a blade of wind.
On the eighth day, the condensation failed... On the ninth day, it still failed, but after condensing many times, I have realized the relevant...
On the tenth day, that is, today, after completely recovering the sword energy again, he once again used the cool breeze blowing on his face and the refreshing breeze to dazzle. The eight cold murderous intentions condensed...
In the blink of an eye, eight merged into four, and four merged into two. When the two merged into one, they lost control and exploded, failing again. There was only a tiny wisp of sword energy left in the Dantian.
Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes, restore your sword energy first, then carefully recall every move you made, and simulate it again in your mind. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and a sword-like light shot out. He jumped up and drew his sword again.
The breeze blows on the face, blowing away, the sand and dust surge, the breeze is chaotic, the murderous intention is divided, one, two, four, eight.
In an instant, the body followed the sword, the sword light turned, and the sword shadow flickered. Under Chu Mu's sword, the eight sword lights gathered again. In an instant, eight became four, four became two, and two became one, attached to the sword!
"Qingfeng kills!"
When the eight murderous intentions were completely gathered and attached to the sword, the sword in his hand sank, as if it was carrying a thousand kilograms of weight and was about to be released. With a low shout, all the strength rushed to his right arm, his muscles bulged, and he barely held the stainless steel sword. He shouted loudly, turned around alternately with his feet, and slashed out with the sword.
There was a whoosh, a sharp roar, and an arc of light cyan light, half a meter long, shot out of the void like a waning moon tearing through the air. It was so fast that it flew five or six meters away in the blink of an eye, dodging the impact.
With a click, the half-meter-long wind blade slashed into the hard mountain wall. The gravel flew and wisps of light blue dissipated, leaving a crack half a meter long, one finger wide and more than an inch deep.
"Huh..." After exhaling, he felt a little weak all over his body. At that moment, it seemed that all the strength in his body was shot out with the wind blade, and the sword energy in his Dantian was completely consumed.
"With my current cultivation level, I can only perform the Qingfeng Ultimate Kill once, and I will temporarily lose 80% of my strength. It is too dangerous to be used easily." Chu Mu thought thoughtfully: "However, the power of the Qingfeng Ultimate Kill, It is dozens of times more powerful than Yun Sanyun Mie, and ten times more powerful than Qingfeng Fumian. This does not seem to be the power that low-level swordsmanship can achieve. Could it be that the complete Qingfeng swordsmanship is an intermediate swordsmanship? "
Thinking that it might be an intermediate swordsmanship, my heart felt hot. Not every inner disciple had intermediate swordsmanship. Most of the inner disciples were still practicing low-level swordsmanship.
He first recovered his sword energy, then ate dry food and drank water. After a short rest, he started practicing again.
Every time Qingfeng Ultimate is used, the sword energy in the Dantian will be completely consumed, and all the strength in the body will be consumed instantly.
Three days later, he used Qingfeng to kill again. The sword tip swept out lightly, and a half-meter-long wind blade split into the air, leaving an inch-deep crack on the hard mountain wall. Chu Mu's expression did not change.
Although the sword energy in Dantian was once again exhausted, most of his own strength was still left. It was much better than three days ago. Three days of practice and understanding had allowed him to better grasp the key points of Qingfeng's ultimate attack.
"There are still two days left, which is half a month. I wonder if Xiao Qianfeng has also mastered the Qingfeng Jue Kill?" He stood straight, pointed the sword directly at the ground in his right hand, faced the sea of clouds, and said secretly: "What if? After practicing it, with Xiao Qianfeng's cultivation at the eighth stage of the Sword Qi Realm, he should be able to perform the Qingfeng Ultimate Kill many times, and the power should be more powerful than what I used. "
After all, the sword energy of the fourth stage of the sword energy realm is completely incomparable with the sword energy of the eighth stage of the sword energy realm. There is a huge gap in both quantity and quality. Even if the same amount of sword energy is consumed, the power of the eighth stage sword energy is much more powerful than that of the fourth stage sword energy.
"After thirteen days of hard training, especially in the past three days, every time I used Qingfeng Juesha to consume all my sword energy and then recover it again, my sword energy has improved significantly compared to thirteen days ago. It is four times better than before. The middle stage is not far away. If you maintain this progress, it will only take ten days to reach the middle stage. By then, your sword energy will be a little stronger."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes slowly and stood there, letting the breeze blow on his face, ruffling his hair, and blowing on his body. His clothes fluttered, giving him a cool feeling. All the thoughts in my mind seemed to be blown away by the wind, and my whole body felt like I was floating away in the wind.
"What is wind?" Suddenly, a thought came to my mind, as if it was coming with the wind. Immediately, these three words lingered in my heart and echoed in my mind.
In his mind, wisps of blue appeared naturally, emerging from nothingness, converging, and condensing into a blue figure. He held a green sword tightly in his hand and danced like a gust of wind, practicing Qingfeng Swordsmanship.
From the first pose to the seventh pose, the breeze blows on the face, and the breeze is chaotic... The breeze is the ultimate blow, over and over again, practicing it, the green figure explodes and turns into a piece of blue wind blowing.
Breeze... light breeze... strong wind... strong wind... hurricane...
The whole person seemed to be surrounded by countless winds. The whole world was filled with wind, except for the howling of the blue wind.
"What is wind?"
"Breezes, light winds, strong winds, strong winds, and hurricanes are all winds. All kinds of winds make up the world of ocean winds."
"Wind is formless, boundless, pervasive, and everywhere."
As soon as he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a gust of breeze blowing through his eyes. He drew out his sword with a random hand and brought a gust of breeze away. Another sword thrust out, but there was no shadow of the sword, only the breeze blowing. Chu Mu felt that he seemed to have understood something, some mystery about the wind.
"Qingfeng kills!"
With his heart moving at will, he turned around and struck a sword, only to see a light cyan luster exuding from the sword. Immediately, the wind-like flow converged on the tip of the sword, and a light blue wind blade of more than half a meter flew out from the sword. In the blink of an eye, it cut into the hard mountain wall seven or eight meters away. With a clicking sound, the gravel flew and the light blue shattered, leaving only a crack more than half a meter long and as wide as a finger and as deep as an inch.
This sword is actually more than half times stronger!
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