Chapter 32 Sword King Wu 1

On Huanjian Peak, 100,000 meters away from the side of the Sword Palace, there is an Eagle's Mouth Cliff, on which someone is practicing sword.

When Chen Zong got close to a certain distance, he stopped again and did not move forward, lest he would disturb the sword practicer. It was slow, but there was also a sense of extreme speed, which made the sword light a bit more indescribably hazy and illusory.

Layers of azure halos permeate the surroundings, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Looking at it, Chen Zong suddenly woke up and looked away. Otherwise, if he continued to look, there would be a feeling that his mind and will would be shaken, as if he was going to be drawn into some kind of illusion.

After a few breaths, Chen Zong turned his head to look again, and saw the hazy psychedelic sky blue sword light permeating the surroundings, and an aura full of illusions also pervaded the surroundings, directly covering a large area.

Chen Zong felt that the phantom breath in this sword technique was much better than that on the seventh floor of the Thousand Illusion Tower, otherwise he would not be able to resist it.

After watching for a while, Chen Zong had no choice but to look away again, to get rid of the feeling of falling into an illusion. After a few breaths, he recovered and looked again.

The opponent's swordsmanship seems to be very good, at least better than his own, but it is not so good that he can't understand it.

What really surprised Chen Zong was the aura, the aura of illusion.

Every sword is filled with wisps of illusory breath, as if every sword can create an illusion, that feeling is very strange.

This, it seems, is no longer pure swordsmanship, it seems to have broken away from the scope of swordsmanship, and reached a higher level, faintly bringing an indescribable touch to Chen Zong.

For a moment, Chen Zong felt itchy and wanted to try it himself, because he felt that only by trying it himself could he truly understand the mystery.

It's just that if you are not an enemy, if you act without authorization, it is a kind of disrespect, which is not Chen Zong's principle.

As if aware of what Chen Zong was thinking, suddenly, a violent azure sword light pierced through the air and killed him.

That being the case, Chen Zong let go of all his worries, drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant, and fought back with a sword.

At the moment when the swords and lights collided, Chen Zong only felt that the opponent disappeared, and he seemed to appear in the green mountains and green waters without any enemies.

However,

A sense of crisis erupted for no reason, and the power of the mind surged, and the Dao pattern of the heart trembled for a moment, which made Chen Zong wake up. With a flash of sword light, he did not know when he had passed his own sword and stabbed him straight. To, very close.

Chen Zong was horrified, he reacted quickly, retreated quickly, and at the same time slashed out with a sword again.

The moment the sword light touched, Chen Zong felt that the sword in front of him disappeared, and he appeared in a place where magma was burning. The breath was extremely blazing, as if he was about to burn himself into coke.

phantom!

It's all an illusion!

Every moment the sword touches, an illusion will appear, and when Chen Zong breaks the illusion, the opponent's sword has already been killed.

Even, Chen Zong had a feeling that the other party did not have any killing intent, otherwise, the first sword would be enough to kill him. The other party seemed to be letting him observe sword skills, a more inscrutable sword skill. An inspiration, a guide.

One sword after another, each sword will bring Chen Zong into a kind of illusion, but Chen Zong will also escape from the illusion in an instant.

However, just a momentary illusion is enough to kill Chen Zong.

fencing!

Chen Zong displayed his extremely superb swordsmanship and fully displayed what he had learned. He found that as long as his sword did not collide with the opponent's sword, he would not be affected by the illusion.

But that's very difficult, because the opponent's swordsmanship is also very superb, and he has to beat himself.

Happy to see you!

Even when he was at a disadvantage, Chen Zong was very tenacious and tenacious, without any feeling of being defeated. He broke out from the disadvantage again and again, but fell into the disadvantage again and again, forming a cycle.

If someone is not determined enough, facing such failures again and again, he would probably feel frustrated, disheartened, and finally give up, but Chen Zong would not, forcibly supporting that feeling of fatigue and powerlessness, he used his sword skills again and again , sharpen and improve yourself in swordsmanship.

Stress is the driving force for self-improvement.

Gritty!

Chen Zong is grateful to his father, Chen normal, for teaching him when he was a child: self-improvement!

At that time, I was congenitally weak in blood and blood, and it was difficult to cultivate, but I was not reconciled. Father kept encouraging myself, so that I always maintain a belief in self-improvement, which has been rooted deep in my heart, body, and soul.

Because of this, on the road ahead and in the years, Chen Zong continued to move forward, and encountered setbacks and difficulties again and again, but he did not get discouraged or gave up. Go through and sharpen yourself, making yourself more resilient.

The phantom disappeared, as if shattered. When Chen Zong came to his senses, the opponent's sword returned to its sheath at some point.

Slightly startled, Chen Zong's sword also returned to its sheath subconsciously, and the man in azure robe in front of the sword was looking at him with a smile.

It looks like a young man, but also looks like a middle-aged man. There seems to be a slight green glow in his eyes, which is a bit illusory, as if reflected in the water, and seems to reflect everything in front of him. Everything is reflected, including Chen Zong's figure.

Very strange feeling.

"Junior Chen Zong, I have met senior." Chen Zong saluted immediately.

"You... are very good." The other party spoke, his voice was like a cool wind blowing, and it carried an indescribable sense of illusion, which would affect people who are not strong enough.

However, Chen Zong's spirit is very strong and has reached the second stage, so it is not affected.

"But I don't know what is the order for the senior to summon the junior?" Chen Zong asked, and he was completely sure that the other party wanted to see him.

"My name is Mo Wuyi." The other party didn't say why he summoned Chen Zongsuo, but told his own name first.

"Mo Wuyi!" Chen Zong was startled, and suddenly realized.

Back then, I got a booklet called "Mo Wuyi's Sword Practice Experience" in the Daomeng's Sutra Pavilion, and got inspiration from it, and successfully separated the sword of the heart into a complete Tao of the heart And kendo, let yourself embark on the way of cosmic cultivation.

Before the start of the subsequent disciple meeting, Chen Zong heard that ten thousand years ago, a human race won the thirteenth place, and that person was named Mo Wuyi.

When Chen Zong's cultivation level was raised to the Divine Aspect Realm, he heard about the list of generals, and also knew that there was a human race in the Dao League who ranked fourth on the list of generals, and there was no one else.

Mo Wuyi is his name, and he also has a title, the Illusory Sword King.

In the universe, the fifth realm can be called the king.

Undoubtedly, Mo Wuyi left an incomparably deep impression on Chen Zong's heart.

Chen Zong remembered very clearly that in the book "Mo Wuyi's Sword Practice Experience", Mo Wuyi once said that he is the way of fantasy sword, which is divided into complete magic way and sword way.

Then what the other party used just now should be a kind of swordsmanship that incorporates the mystery of the Dao of Illusion.

"The leader of Yuanhuang mentioned you to me not long ago, and I have also paid attention to some of your situation." Mo Wuyi Xu Buji said: "Compared to me back then, you are even better."

While talking, Mo Wuyi turned around, walked towards the protruding eagle beak, and faced the sea of ​​clouds with his hands behind his back, a kind of unfathomable aura spread out, and the aura spread around, covering one side, suddenly, full of Illusory and blurred colors.

"Your swordsmanship is respected among your peers." Mo Wuyi said again: "But your swordsmanship has already reached a bottleneck."

"Yes, please give senior advice." Chen Zong's eyes lit up slightly, and he responded immediately.

I feel that the swordsmanship used by the opponent is obviously higher than my own, but it is not much higher, it is still at the same level, but more efficient.

However, the power contained in the opponent's swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable, but it is not something that he can possess.

It's amazing!

Mo Wuyi is a strong man in the fifth realm, a strong man who is called a king. He is already ahead of him in the way of the sword. If he can get his advice, it will only benefit him and not harm him.

"Your swordsmanship has reached the extreme of the basics. Although you can continue to improve, it is still an improvement within the scope of basic swordsmanship, not a qualitative change." Mo Wuyi turned his back to Chen Zong and faced the sea of ​​clouds, said calmly: " Above the basic swordsmanship, it is called Dao Swordsmanship."

"Great way of swordsmanship." Chen Zong repeated.

It sounds like it is much better than basic swordsmanship, and it also seems to contain an indescribable power.

"The so-called great way of swordsmanship is the real way of swordsmanship, the fusion of other great ways and the way of swordsmanship." Mo Wuyi said, sounding a little unfathomable.

"Fusion!" Chen Zong caught these two words.

"That's right, the power foundation of Dao swordsmanship is the swordsmanship after the fusion of Dao power." Mo Wuyi's tone was full of affirmation.

Chen Zong couldn't help but get excited.

The fusion of Dao power is not superposition.

Superposition is the superposition of power, one plus one equals two, and fusion is a kind of change, which will exceed the change of one plus one equals two.

The power after fusion will generally become stronger and more astonishing.

The Dao swordsmanship is the application skill of the fusion of the Dao. Chen Zong understands it this way, which is basically in line with the facts.

So here comes the question, what should be done to break through the basic swordsmanship and reach the level of Dao swordsmanship?

This is the key point, Chen Zong hopes that Mo Wuyi can give him some advice.

Mo Wuyi didn't say anything, but turned around in an instant, his eyes were filled with an illusory blue color, as if the blue clouds were floating in the sky, full of incomparable mysterious aura.

In an instant, his eyes stared directly into Chen Zong's eyes. In an instant, Chen Zong trembled all over. He felt that everything in front of him had disappeared, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, as if thick fog.

And I am constantly falling, as if I am constantly falling from a high place, and the vast white mist in front of me is also constantly rising up along with my constantly falling figure.

This feeling was like going against the current, and for a moment Chen Zong couldn't tell whether he was falling or rushing up into the sky.