Chapter 2 My Will Is Like a Sword

Pushing open the door and entering, it is a boxy room with no tables and no chairs. There is a futon on the ground. There is an unfolded picture on the wall at a distance of five meters. It is two meters long and one meter wide. The pattern of the sword, on the left wall, is also hung with a long timing water leak.

Chen Zong's eyes were immediately attracted, he walked over step by step and sat on the futon.

"Heavy Mountain Sword Diagram..." Chen Zong read out the four black fonts at the top of the sword diagram word by word.

"Could it be that this is a drawing of a sword of refining intent left by Daoist Chongshan?"

Among the seven founders of the True Sword Academy, one of them took the name of Chongshan. Before the seventh level of Zhenwu, he was called Chongshan Swordsman. After reaching the seventh level of Zhenwu, he was called Chongshan Zhenren.

If this pair of mind-refining sword diagrams were left by Daoist Chongshan, then the other six mind-refining sword diagrams in the mind-refining room were probably also left by the other six patriarchs who opened the palace.

Time is precious, Chen Zong closed his eyes first, adjusted his breathing, became long and slender, eliminated distracting thoughts in his mind, calmed down completely, and concentrated his mental will.

The eyelids were raised, and a sharp edge shot out from the pupil, approaching the map of the heavy mountain sword.

The sword drawn on the sword map is black, wide and thick. It is an epee, very realistic, and the details are perfect and lifelike, as if it is really a black epee inlaid on it.

I don't know if it's because of Chen Zong's strong mental will, or the mystery of the heavy mountain sword map itself. After three breaths, Chen Zong immediately felt that the heavy mountain sword map under his eyes had changed.

It slowly became twisted, and then, the black heavy sword seemed to be separated from the sword map, exuding a terrible sword pressure.

heavy!

It's like a mountain is suppressed.

Sharp!

There is a hint of sharpness in the heavyness, like a mountain made up of countless sharp swords, a mountain of swords.

Chen Zong's pupils shrank, and he was almost forced to look away. Fortunately, his mental will far surpassed that of the qi and blood realm warriors. Some warriors.

The heavy mountain sword map continuously exudes heavy and sharp sword pressure, turning into invisible sword energy, one after another forcing Chen Zong, slashing on Chen Zong's spiritual will, there is a feeling of being torn apart.

It reminded Chen Zong of the great horror that he had fought against the terrifying will of the ancient monster, the red-gold saber-toothed tiger.

Feeling that his spiritual will was crumbling under the pressure of the black epee sword, it was almost shattered into countless pieces, Chen Zong not only did not panic, but fought with high spirits.

"My mind is like a sword, I have been tempered a thousand times!"

"No matter how strong your sword pressure is, you can only condense my intentions."

"Hundreds of refining into iron, thousands of refining into steel!"

This is a confrontation at the level of spiritual will, which is even more stressful than when facing the Blue Light Wolf King.

The sword pressure emitted by the heavy mountain sword map is as heavy as a mountain, pressing on the mental will, making Chen Zong feel unable to breathe, the whole person seems to be pressed into the ground and into the endless abyss, sinking forever.

This is the destruction of the spiritual will, but also the sharpening of the spiritual will.

Wholeheartedly, scrupulously, and fully confrontational.

Everything around him disappeared, leaving only the terrifying black epee in front of him. As time passed, Chen Zong felt that the sword pressure emanating from the black epee seemed to be more and more tyrannical.

In fact, it's not that the black epee's sword pressure is getting stronger and stronger, but that Chen Zong's mental will is constantly being consumed in the confrontation, and it is getting weaker and weaker.

"No, it has to stop."

"No, I can still, keep going."

"No, if I persist, my mental will may collapse and be injured, and it will take a long time to recover."

"No, I haven't reached my limit yet, I can still bear it."

Between wavering and firmness, Chen Zong continued to fight and persist, and his mental will was constantly consumed, and he was also tempered unknowingly.

It seems to have been tempered a thousand times to remove impurities.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Chen Zong knows that he has really reached the limit. It is not an illusion. If he continues to fight, it will only cause damage to his mental will.

Closing his eyes, an incomparably sour and tingling feeling spread out, his eyes were swollen, and it was very uncomfortable, but everything in front of him disappeared.

I didn't have any thoughts, I just sat there and let my mental will recover on its own.

The flawless body of the great perfection of Qi and Blood once again showed an amazing effect. The mental will recovered at an extraordinary speed. It took only half a quarter of an hour. The drowsy feeling completely disappeared, and the stinging and swollen eyes also recovered. .

"This feeling……"

"The mental will has really been condensed a lot, and it has been further integrated, and it seems that it has also been strengthened."

Chen Zong's face was filled with joy, and the effect of watching the Sword Refinement Diagram was more obvious than he imagined.

"If you do it a few more times, maybe your mental will will become more harmonious."

"I don't know how long I lasted?" With a secret voice, Chen Zong looked at the timing water leak on the left. More than half an hour had passed, because he closed his eyes and was drowsy when he ended the confrontation. He didn't know how long it was, vaguely. I think it should be no less than a quarter of an hour.

With a hint of joy, Chen Zong stood up. Although his mental will was more than half recovered, it was not suitable for continuing to watch the Sword Refinement Diagram. He had to give his mental will a full rest before coming back.

"Junior Brother Chen, how do you feel?" He Tielin asked with a smile when he saw Chen Zong come out, his face paled slightly.

"It's okay." Chen Zong smiled: "Thank you Brother He for your concern."

"How long?" He Tielin asked again.

"I'm so drowsy, I can't pay attention." Chen Zong also replied: "Senior Brother He, I'll take my leave and go back to rest."

"Cultivation in the Qi and Blood Realm, it is impossible to last for a quarter of an hour." Looking at Chen Zong's back, He Tielin whispered to himself, his eyes flashing a gleam of light: "However, if you can get the qualification of a formal disciple, your strength is stronger than most of them. The stronger the Qi and blood level, the stronger the spiritual will, even if it is not as good as the strength level, there will not be too much difference, such a person is quite potential, and it is worth me to make friends with."

After the spiritual will is completely restored, Chen Zong can feel the progress of the spiritual will.

On the third day, Chen Zong went to Lianyitang again, managed by He Tielin.

"Junior Brother Chen, it is said that each time you watch a different sword image, the tempering effect of spiritual will will be better." He Tielin laughed.

After paying 100,000 white jade coins, Chen Zong entered the Italian Refinement Room again, but this time he entered another room.

"Jinfeng Sword Diagram..."

"This should be what Jin Feng Zhenren left behind."

The sword on the Jinfeng sword picture is golden throughout, and its length is similar to that of the heavy mountain sword picture, but the blade is narrow and the tip of the sword is extremely sharp, revealing a kind of sharpness that is unbreakable, as if there is nothing in the world that can block its edge.

Watching the picture of Jinfeng sword is completely different from watching the picture of the heavy mountain sword. It seems to be pierced and cut again and again by the sharp sword, and the mental will is like being delayed. The pain cannot be described in words and almost collapsed. , but the effect is equally obvious.

After another day's rest, Chen Zong entered the mind refining room again.

This time, it is not the picture of the heavy mountain sword nor the picture of the Jinfeng sword, but the picture of the Xuanbing sword.

"Xuanbing sword diagram?"

"The real person Xuan Bing stayed."

"Is this Xuanbing real person and Xuanbingzi the same person?"

Chen Zong couldn't help but think of the "Little Sword Classic" that Sister Yun gave him.

The sword on the Xuanbing Sword Diagram is blue and white, like it is made of ice, exuding an astonishing coldness, as if to freeze Chen Zong's mental will and suffer the pain of being frozen three feet.

The sword picture I watched for the fourth time was different. It was a picture of a fiery sword. The whole body was red, like a burning sword. The whole person will burn and turn to ashes.

The sword picture I watched for the fifth time was the Water Moon Sword Picture, a moon-white long sword. The sword body seemed to have water waves and it was lifelike. Compared with the previous four sword pictures, the Water Moon Sword Picture did not make Chen Zong feel the least. It was painful, but it made Chen Zong the most fearful, because under the influence of the Shuiyue Jiantu, Chen Zong's mental will seemed to be caught in a dream, where he disappeared, and he almost couldn't wake up.

In terms of danger, among the five swords, the water moon sword should be the most.

As for the other two swords, Chen Zong has not seen them, and he does not know what they are, so he cannot compare them with the Shuiyue Sword.

Time flies, Chen Zong had to take a day off after watching a pair of sword pictures from the beginning, and now he can read it today and continue watching it tomorrow, which represents the enhancement and harmony of spiritual will.

The sixth sword picture is the picture of the hurricane sword. It is a blue long sword. The whole body of the sword seems to be entangled by a hurricane. Under the confrontation, Chen Zong seems to be able to hear the roar of the hurricane, and the entire spiritual will is involved in it, crazy. strangle.

"I feel that my spiritual will is only the last step away from being reconciled."

"After reading the last sword picture, perhaps, my spiritual will will be able to become harmonious, and then I can prepare to refine my inner strength."

With a secret voice, Chen Zong pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, only to find someone striding forward.

"Junior Brother Chen Zong, my name is Yang Jingzhi, and I am from Liumen. After observation, I found that you are talented and qualified to join my Liumen. I came here to tell you." Yang Jingzhi's body was straight like a sword, His eyes were cold and stern, with an oppressive gleam, and his tone was resolute, as if there was an undeniable power.

Where there are people, there is fighting. This is the nature of human beings, and the martial artist who masters powerful power strengthens this nature.

In the True Sword Academy, there are some small forces created by the disciples themselves. Liumen is one of them. The True Sword Academy does not oppose this practice. On the contrary, it believes that this approach can better promote the competition among the disciples. .

"You only need to pay the entry fee of one million white jade money. From now on, you will be my brother of Liumen." Before Chen Zong could answer, Yang Jingzhi said again.

Chen Zong was stunned, and it was estimated that he had frequently entered the Lianyitang recently and was known to be a fat sheep, and now he was going to come and slaughter himself.