Chapter 2 True Sword 8 Forms

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In the middle of the night, the full moon hangs high in the sky, and the white moonlight shines all over the earth, and the frost is like snow.

The small lake is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the full moon, as if it contains another world, and the lake is covered with white moonlight.

Chen Zong was lying by the small lake with his hands behind his head, bathed in the moonlight, just staring at the bright moon in a daze, his mind was confused.

Paying so much, getting so little, is always a little unwilling.

But practicing martial arts, hard training is not enough, and external support is also needed, otherwise it will only hollow itself out and eventually wear itself out. Just like Chen Zhigang, he can eat the flesh and blood of beasts every meal to strengthen his body, and he can also take more The energy pills assist in the cultivation. It is said that the children of the big families in Fengwu City can eat a single energy pill every three weeks.

If Dad's cultivation is still there, it would be easy for Chen Zong to eat the flesh and blood of beasts every day, and it would not be difficult to take an energy pill at intervals, but if there is no if, the fact is the fact. It was when Chen Zong was looking forward to it the most, but it was destroyed today.

Sometimes when I think about it, Chen Zong is at a loss.

The lack of qi and blood is innate, unless there is a suitable medicine to improve it, it will always exist, seriously dragging him down, and making Chen Zong's dreams and goals far away.

But the precious medicine is so rare that even my father who once had a seventh-level cultivation of the Qi and Blood Realm could not get it.

Thinking about it, Chen Zong suddenly felt that the moonset tonight seemed to be very bright.

"No... it seems that something has fallen." I tried to widen my eyes to see clearly, and I saw a light that was brighter than the moon falling quickly: "It looks like it's coming to me..."

"Not good!" At the moment when the ray of light fell like a sword, Chen Zong finally reacted, and when he was about to dodge, the sword-like ray of light seemed to know his intention, and its speed increased a hundred times, and it shot into Chen Zong like a piercing time and space. eyebrows.

As if being penetrated through the head, the severe pain swept through the whole body like a flash flood, directly causing Chen Zong to faint.

...

"Where is this?" Chen Zong looked around in a daze, surrounded by darkness and void. No matter how he lowered his head, he couldn't see his body, but he could still feel his existence, which was very strange.

Sisi's silver light diffused from afar, attracting Chen Zong to fly. I don't know how long it took to fly. When Chen Zong saw the light source, a group of silver light was still in the center of the dark void. The closer he got, the more shocked Chen Zong was. .

The silver light seemed to be made up of countless silver dragons criss-crossing each other. Each silver dragon seemed to come from nothingness, connecting heaven and earth through time and space, containing endless mysteries.

In the center of the ray of light woven by countless silver blue dragons, a piece of debris was quietly suspended.

He kept getting closer, and finally, Chen Zong's consciousness floated into the brilliance woven by the silver blue dragon, and the moment it touched the tip of the sword, it seemed that something exploded and hit all directions, making Chen Zong completely unconscious.

Suddenly, the light between the eyebrows flickered uncertainly, and the charm was astonishing in the world, surpassing the light of the bright moon.

Layers of rays of light spread like water waves, filling every part of Chen Zong's body, as if something was constantly being squeezed out of Chen Zong's body.

After the moon passed and the sky gradually sank, the streamer on Chen Zong's body returned to the eyebrows, the light was restrained, his fingers moved unconsciously, his eyelids trembled and opened, first blank, then sharp, the stench penetrated into his nostrils, as if he was dead The rats that had been rotting for several days made Chen Zong retching.

"How could this be?" Chen Zong exclaimed, there was a layer of sticky sludge on his hands, and his eyesight was better than before, and he could still clearly distinguish black and red under the bright white moonlight, which was the source of the stench.

He quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake to scrub hard. After rubbing a dozen times, he washed the black and red sludge off his body. Chen Zong was surprised to find that his skin became white and ruddy, like a baby. The paleness and dryness of congenital insufficiency of blood and various scars left by excessive martial arts no longer exist.

The whole body is light, as if it can fly with a strong jump,

The heart is strong, the blood is strong, and the whole body is full of strength. This feeling is unprecedented, and Chen Zong can't stop laughing, causing waves.

...

He stayed up all night, and Chen Zong was in high spirits.

"That's great, not only has the root cause of the congenital lack of blood qi been eliminated, there is no more weakness, the blood qi is full, and even the cultivation base has also broken through to the second layer of the qi and blood realm." Chen Zong's face was filled with excitement by the small lake.

"It is said that some precious medicines from high years have the power to cut the pulse and wash the marrow. Is that what I am like?"

"Stronger, faster, more responsive, and even more flexible in the brain, it's like being reborn."

As he spoke, Chen Zong put on a tiger squat pose, his heart was agitated, his blood was surging, and more powerful power flowed in his limbs, the space between his eyebrows, the tip of his sword trembled, and the silver dragon was flying, making Chen Zong forget everything and focus on boxing.

Punch!

Tiger punch!

With one punch, it seemed as if the air was pierced, and the wind sounded.

Tiger turn!

Tiger Leap!

Tiger style!

With the last punch, the wind roared.

"Hahahaha, the power of the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm is indeed far better than that of the first level." Chen Zong stood up with his fists closed and laughed.

The first realm of martial arts, called Qi and Blood Realm, is divided into nine layers.

From the first to third layers of Qi and Blood, it is only for strengthening the body and strengthening the blood, which is the foundation, hence the name Martial Apprentice.

At the first level of Qi and Blood, a single arm can have 50 to 100 pounds of strength.

On the second floor of the Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm can have a strength of 200 to 300 pounds.

At the third level of Qi and Blood, a single arm can have a strength of 400 to 500 jins.

This is the standard. Some people with strong natural strength will exceed the standard. For example, Chen Zhigang, who is at the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, has 600 pounds of strength in one arm.

In the past, Chen Zong's single arm strength was less than 100 jin, but now it is more than 200 jin and less than 300 jin. It is a leap forward. The breakthrough in the cultivation base not only increases the strength, but also improves the speed, and the power of boxing increases sharply.

"Practice again!" With a low voice, Chen Zong assumed the tiger squat pose again.

In the past, he was born with insufficient blood, and he always felt weak. He would be very tired after practicing three or four times in a row. Now he has more energy after practicing five times.

Over and over again, very enjoyable, with an incomparably clear mind, the understanding of Tiger Force Boxing has been improved linearly, and the subtleties that have been ignored in the past have been mastered one by one. At the tenth time, the figure jumped up like a tiger, and then punched down like a tiger. Violently wounding people, a punch was thrown, and the sound of strong breaking wind overflowed, as if a tiger roared in the distance.

"Tiger roar, Hu Liquan has initially reached the final stage." Chen Zong was surprised. Yesterday, he was still worried about when he would be able to practice Tiger Power Boxing to the final stage. After a day, he entered the final stage, which was too fast.

"It must have something to do with what happened last night." Chen Zong secretly said, excited, took a deep breath to calm down, struck while the iron was hot, continued to practice, and strived for further improvement.

After another ten times, Chen Zong punched, and each punch brought a strong wind roar, like a tiger roaring in front of him, with an astonishing momentum.

"Peak of Dacheng!" Chen Zong gasped, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still terrified. His blood was surging in his body, and he grew stronger, like the water of a great river, which made him quickly relieve his fatigue.

"Tiger force boxing has been practiced to the fullest, and the exercised parts have reached 50%, which is better than Xiaocheng, and the training effect is more obvious." Chen Zong was overjoyed, and immediately frowned: "There are only twenty-nine days of martial arts in the Li clan, even if the tiger Even if the force boxing technique is complete, I can't raise my cultivation to the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and it is very difficult to get the top three warriors in the battle."

The martial arts battle is held once a year. The top three can go to the Chen Family Clan Hall in Fengwu City to practice, learn more advanced martial arts, and enjoy more resources. Every branch child is very eager and regards it as a fish leap. The opportunity of Longmen, but only family children under the age of fifteen can participate. Chen Zong will be fifteen years old in three months, and this is his only chance.

Entering the clan hall to cultivate, become a warrior, become powerful, and then find a precious medicine for daddy to heal and restore his cultivation. This is his long-cherished wish and the goal he strives for.

"If you can get a foundation-building martial art better than Tiger Force Boxing, you will be able to practice faster." Said to himself, Chen Zong also knew that it was an illusion, who knows, the sword tip in the space between the eyebrows seems to hear It is normal to understand his words, and with a slight tremor, a silver blue dragon flew out and rushed into Chen Zong's mind.

If struck by lightning, Chen Zong shuddered, as if he had turned into a statue and remained motionless.

Half an hour later, Chen Zong rolled his eyes and woke up with an unstoppable smile on his face. I don't know if he had suffered too much before.

Within half an hour, Chen Zong obtained a foundation-building martial art, a foundation-building martial art far superior to Tiger Force Boxing—the Eight True Sword Forms.

"Eight forms of the real sword, pay attention to the unity of the sword, body and step. You can exercise 60% of the body at the beginning, 70% for the small, 80% for the big, and 100% for the complete." Chen Zong whispered almost in a dream. Trance.

Just now, he was still worried that the training speed of Tiger Force Boxing was too slow. He didn't expect to send a foundation-building martial art that far surpassed Tiger Force Boxing, and it was a rare weapon foundation-building martial arts.

"Is it responsive?" Chen Zong wondered, "Give me two energy pills."

There is no movement, is it because I want too much, otherwise it is better to change it into one grain, or there is no movement, Chen Zong had to give up, and turned his attention to the real sword eight.

To practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword, you must first have a sword.

"When the family's cultivation base reaches the first level of the blood and blood level, they can go to the weapon room to receive a weapon for free. This opportunity is just right." Chen Zong secretly said, stepping forward and walking towards the family weapon room, continuing to think about the truth along the way. Eight Swords.

The Eight True Sword Forms consist of eight sword moves in total, in ascending order, followed by the Fujian Form, the Drawing Sword Form, the Punching Sword Form, the Ring Sword Form, the Chopping Sword Form, the Chaos Sword Form, the Rapid Sword Form, and the Exploding Sword Form.

There are five postures of movement: standing, bowing, bouncing, twisting, and rotating.

There are six types of footwork: rush, slide, point, move, jump, and turn.

The eight forms can be used in succession or individually. Each form must be matched with the corresponding movement and footwork in order to maximize its power.

How to cultivate, the movements and changes of each style are clearly presented in the mind, like a brand.

"Just getting started, you need to combine the sword, body, and step into one, which is very difficult."

"But once you get started, it will have considerable power, perhaps enough to surpass Xiaocheng's Tiger Force Boxing."

For a time, Chen Zong was full of fighting spirit.