Chapter 1 Smart Sword

Silent night.

Chen Zong lay quietly on the bed and fell asleep, but his eyelids trembled from time to time, and his brows wrinkled from time to time, indicating that Chen Zong's sleep was not peaceful.

Chen Zong was dreaming. In his dream, swords, lights, swords and shadows, blood and rain were flying.

It has been half a month since he returned to the True Sword Academy, and all his injuries have recovered, but he has left a lot of scars.

For half a month, every day, Chen Zong would have a dream. In the dream, it was full of swords, lights, swords, shadows, blood and rain, countless figures flickering, some people and monsters, constantly killing Chen Zong, while himself Holding a sword, keep firing the sword and beheading until exhausted.

At the beginning, Chen Zong was not used to it, and it even affected the daytime state a few days ago, but he also knew that this was a sequelae.

Twenty days of life-and-death slaughter in the Western Wilderness will take quite a while to kill the murderous aura and recover, and then go through the riots of the monster army, the real martial arts powerhouse, the black monster gate warrior, and the scattered monsters. Attacks and so on, how hard it is to survive, how difficult, compared with this small sequelae is nothing at all.

Chen Zong also felt that after waking up after being torn apart from his dreams every day, after a little adjustment, he would not be affected, and his mental will also seemed to become stronger.

At this moment, the shocking sword energy in the body trembled lightly, and it started running on its own. The speed was getting faster and faster to the extreme, as if it turned into a bolt of lightning, surging between the muscles, bones and muscles in the body. The numb feeling filled the air. whole body.

Chen Zong's eyelids trembled, his eyes opened, and there seemed to be a flash of electricity.

He quickly got up and sat cross-legged, got rid of distracting thoughts, and ran the fourth level of Thunder Sword.

Chen Zong's cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds since he fought his way out of the siege and returned to the Zhenjian Academy. A few days ago, he reached the peak of the fourth turn of the practice force. There is a relationship between his own potential and the twenty-odd The continuous tearing and killing of the sky and the tempering of the final breakout.

There is great terror between life and death, and there is also a great opportunity, that is, to sharpen oneself to stimulate potential.

Jinglei Jianjin revolved round and round, breaking through the usual limit, getting faster and faster, making Chen Zong numb all over his body, as if he was being swept by the electric current, and his muscles trembled unconsciously.

In an instant, a powerful aura oscillated and spread out from Chen Zong's body.

The breakthrough came so suddenly, but... it came naturally!

Inner strength over and over again,

Chen Zong could clearly feel that his physical potential was constantly being squeezed out, transformed into primitive inner strength, and replenished.

An hour later, Chen Zong just stopped cultivating, his eyes opened, and the ray of light shot out, like lightning swept across the night sky, as if it instantly illuminated the bedroom.

The virtual room generates electricity!

Exhaling a breath, under the night, the strands are like white mist.

Chen Zong felt a little dreaming.

Thinking back to my own cultivation journey, it was very hard at the beginning, but full of stamina. more help.

Doing the math, it has been less than a year and a half since he entered the True Sword Academy, but it is almost unimaginable that his cultivation has reached the fifth rank of the current practice power from the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood.

You must know that the cultivation in the energy realm is more than ten times more difficult than the blood realm, but the speed of your own cultivation is obviously much better than that in the blood realm, especially if you are from a mediocre background, you must rely on your own resources for all resources. Fight with both hands.

In the early stage of the fifth rank of Jin Jing, after spending a little time to get familiar with the inner strength, one's strength will be significantly enhanced.

You know, from the peak of Rank 4 to the beginning of Rank 5, the amount of internal energy is doubled, and the purity is doubled again.

Although it was still in the middle of the night, his cultivation broke through and Chen Zong was in good spirits, so he simply got up and drew his sword to practice in the courtyard.

In the night, the sword light flickered, as if to complement the half-covered moon above the sky.

Xihuang hunted down the monsters, and in the end, although a sudden change caused Chen Zong to suffer heavy losses, he also had great gains.

The loss is the many monster beast inner pills that he finally collected. Chen Zong calculated it. Even if there is no 30% premium of the Zhenwu Alliance, it can definitely sell for more than 10 million white jade money. Unfortunately, it was lost in the final melee. .

More than 10 million white jade money is enough for Chen Zong to buy a lot of cultivation resources.

However, the spiritual will has become more cohesive and strong, and the cultivation base has broken through to the fifth rank of the practice force, which are all great gains.

The light of the sword is like thunder and lightning, streaking across the night sky, not only fast but also fierce, each sword interprets the taste of thunder, as if it can shatter everything.

Every sword also carries an astonishing murderous aura, which is chilling.

It is more efficient and concise. The same sword uses less force and is more powerful. This is the benefit brought by the high-intensity life and death torn.

The bigger benefit is that knife.

The pale blade light, light, swift, and extremely sharp, with an aura of annihilation, it is called... Jinghong Extermination Dao.

Chen Zong watched it three times and kept it firmly in his mind. Every time he recalled it, he understood the feeling contained in it.

Light and natural, but for a while, Chen Zong couldn't find any words to describe it.

"It is certain that the sword contains the realm of martial arts after all, which is higher than the three-in-one of mind, eye and hand." Chen Zong secretly said, holding the sword, standing quietly in the small courtyard.

The night was filled with darkness, Chen Zong closed his eyes, held the sword in his right hand, placed it across his chest, and stood still, as if his entire body had become a sculpture.

In his mind, a pale sword light flashed again, and he rushed forward. Wherever he passed, the aura of extinction permeated, and nothing could stop him.

Carefully feel the mystery contained in that sword light.

Chen Zong's right hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily, and the sword in his hand trembled along with it. The sword light was bright, and an oval halo appeared, not dazzling, very soft, but it seemed to exist forever.

He wants to draw a sword, but he seems to be bound by an invisible force, unable to draw a sword.

A kind of shackles.

Recalling over and over again, suddenly, two words popped up in Chen Zong's mind.

Smart!

Yes, the lightness and naturalness of the knife interprets the agility.

Smart, as soon as the two words came out, countless inspirations burst out like a torrent of dykes bursting, impacting, filling Chen Zong's whole body, an indescribable feeling.

The trembling right hand suddenly moved, and the trembling blade also swung out.

The fluttering sword body does not seem to carry much power, and it has a light and natural flavor. It looks slow and crosses the night, but it leaves a trace, which fades away after three blinks.

This sword is silent and does not show the slightest power.

Chen Zong still closed his eyes, retracted his sword, and swung it out again.

Sword after sword, continuous, the trajectory becomes more and more obvious, and the time spent in the night is longer.

The pale blade light in his mind played back over and over again, and Chen Zong's sword matched its trajectory again and again.

This is imitation.

Chen Zong had to imitate the trajectory of the knife first, so as to further comprehend the mystery contained in it.

Every imitation deepened Chen Zong's comprehension, and gradually grasped what the knife contained in it.

"Senior Huanyun Swordsman said that there are two levels of martial arts. The first level is the three-in-one of mind, eye, and hand, which is the state I'm in now, and the second level is the one of spirit, mind, eye, and hand. "

"The Jinghong Extermination Sabre displayed by this senior is rooted in the essence of spirit, mind, eye, hand and hand."

"I want to fully grasp the mystery of it, and I should also understand the spirit and spirit."

"In other words, if I can understand the mystery of this sword, I can use this opportunity to step into the second level of martial arts."

Chen Zong opened his eyes, his eyes lit up, like the bright moon in the sky, a sword was swung out with ease, light and natural, and unparalleled, but Chen Zong understood that the agility of this sword stayed on the surface and grasped the essence.

It has always been difficult to make progress in the realm of martial arts, but now, I see an opportunity for improvement.

Unfortunately, the elder is already dead.

In the battle half a month ago, more than 30 real martial artists joined forces to fight against the two elders of the Black Demon Gate. The process of that battle must have been very intense. Chen Zong regretted that he could not watch it with his own eyes, but he also learned the final result. .

The two Hei Yaomen elders were not dead, but they were not lightly injured. The thirty or so elders of the major forces suffered heavy losses. Thirteen were killed on the spot, five were disabled, eight were seriously injured, and the rest All were slightly injured.

This is the heaviest loss since the establishment of the Zhenwu era.

For a time, it was also a turbulent situation, and all other grievances and grievances were put aside for the time being, and there was only one that attracted the most attention: the Black Demon Gate.

All signs show that the Black Demon Gate is making a comeback, and reading the history of the destruction of the kingdom era makes people feel horrified.

In that battle, among the thirteen True Martial Realm powerhouses who died, two were the elders of the True Sword Academy, among the five disabled people, one was the elder of the True Sword Academy, and the eight seriously injured were One is also the elder of the True Sword Academy.

In addition, more than 1,000 outstanding practitioners from various forces, only 300 people survived. Among them, dozens of people were disabled. The others were more or less injured. A day and a half of rest.

This kind of loss is also very heavy. The disciples of the True Sword Academy have dropped sharply by hundreds of people.

Not only that, there are seven or eight people who have become crazy because they can't bear the sequelae of the high-intensity tearing and killing, which is basically equivalent to abolition.

But those who survived and did not become crazy, the benefits were also very obvious, one by one, the cultivation base broke through and became more powerful.

Continuing to practice swords until dawn, after having eaten the breakfast prepared by the maid, Chen Zong began to practice the fourth level of physical exercise, and then he practiced Jinglei Jianjin.

At noon, a deacon came with good news.

"Chen Zong, congratulations on becoming a disciple of the palace, now, please come with me." The middle-aged deacon smiled.

After the cultivation base reaches the fourth rank of the practice force, he is eligible to become a disciple of the palace, but when he came back, he was very tired, and the two elders died, other elders were injured, and many disciples died, etc., which made the Zhenjian Academy very busy. It was not until yesterday that Chen Zong went to apply for it, and he gave a reply today.

After receiving the reply, Chen Zong also smiled.

Becoming a disciple of the town palace is naturally better than a formal disciple.