Chapter 7 Martial Intent
Baihongjian's sword light is quiet and white, and Feihong's swordsmanship is like the wings of a bird, swift and graceful.
Sword after sword is swung, the sword light is continuous, the sword style is seamless, every move is easy to use, if there is divine help, this is ecstasy, the sword light turns again, invisibly adding a bit of inexplicable charm, it seems It is pleasing to the eye, like a horse flying in the sky, without traces to be found, this is enlightenment.
However, in less than an hour, Chen Zong cultivated Feihong swordsmanship from a young age to perfection. This is the highest level of martial arts. The essence and mysteries of this martial art are like going through the process of creating this martial art by the predecessors, and all the details are in the heart.
Therefore, martial arts can only tap the potential of martial arts to the extreme, multiplying the power of every move and style, and because of its own unique insights, it contains a trace of spiritual impact, which in turn interferes with reality.
Practicing martial arts is like cooking and cooking.
From entry to perfection is a process of culinary skills from unfamiliarity to proficiency to proficiency, and mouth-watering delicacies can be made when you are well-versed.
But only if you have an in-depth and detailed understanding of the origin, growth, taste, etc. of each ingredient, have the ultimate grasp of each recipe, and have the ultimate control of your every move. The combination of the three Under this, Fang can further improve on the original basis, break the shackles, integrate his own insights, integrate his own spirit, and make amazing delicacies that make people linger and forget to return.
This is Wu Yi.
All things and all things have thousands of ways, and they all lead to the same goal in the end.
Martial arts requires a clear understanding, not hard practice, so Chen Zong didn't force it, put away his sword, washed up, had breakfast with his sister Chen Qingyao, and walked out of the Seven Sword Tower alone.
The death of Zhao Zhongxing, the head deacon of the Seventh Sword Building, was not a trivial matter, but the news had been blocked, so the outside world did not know that Chen Zong became the master of the Seventh Sword Building, and it had not been officially announced. Therefore, Chen Zong went out and did not Little attention was drawn.
There are several commercial buildings in Qinglin City that specialize in business. Chen Zong bought twelve Zengyuan Pills in the Jinglin Commercial Building.
Chen Zong planned to leave the one hundred gold leaves left by Chen Zhenghong to Chen Qingyao, so he paid for Zengyuan Pill with Yuanshi.
The three primordial stones left by Chen Zhenghong are low-grade primordial stones. In theory, one is worth one hundred taels of gold, but in fact it can be bought for one hundred and twenty taels, or even higher.
no loitering,
Chen Zong returned to Qijian Tower with Zengyuan Pill, and began to take the pill to practice.
Zengyuan Pill is a mortal-level high-grade elixir, which is effective for the middle and late stages of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Normal practitioners refine one pill and then take another pill, but Chen Zong directly takes all twelve pills.
The powerful force exploded in the body, and the impact was crazy. With the strength of Chen Zong's body, he couldn't bear the impact of this violent force. He was torn apart, but the spiritual consciousness instantly suppressed the violent medicine, making it docile and unable to give his body Deal no damage.
The fifth layer of Baiwu Kungfu is running at full capacity, and the white mist zhenqi quickly absorbs the medicinal power of the twelve Zengyuan pills, and flows in the meridians that have been opened up. Chen Zongxiu is.
Six Limits of Foundation Establishment
Accumulation, promotion, breakthrough
Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to hear the sound of wind and thunder coming from his meridians, and the white mist's true energy shrank and fluctuated between changes, and the color seemed to be more pure, like silk, and also more tenacious.
The Seventh Level of the Foundation Establishment Stage: Beaming Qi into Thunder
At this level, the purity of the whole body's true energy is greatly improved, more condensed, faster and more powerful, like thunder. Therefore, the seventh level is the late stage, and the sixth level is the middle stage, and the gap is even bigger.
Even with a breakthrough in cultivation, Chen Zong still didn't stop, and kept running his exercises to refine and absorb the remaining medicinal power of Zengyuan Pill.
The breath rose again, broke through again, and raised to the middle stage of the seventh level of the foundation building stage. Immediately, the huge white mist zhenqi was highly condensed, and hit the new meridian like a thunderbolt through the sky. The meridian runs through.
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Afterwards, the increasingly majestic and pure white mist zhenqi ran through the three newly opened meridians, continuously expanding and strengthening the meridians, and synchronizing with the original meridians.
The sixth floor of Baiwu Gong
"Two assassinations failed. According to our black assassination rules, if the third attempt fails again, the mission will be cancelled."
"The third assassination, I will go."
"Based on your ninth-level cultivation base of the Foundation Establishment Realm, unless the opponent is at the Transcendent Realm."
It was late at night, Chen Zong finished his practice, and when he vomited out, the white air pierced through the night like a sword.
Feeling the endlessly surging true energy in his body, a smile hung on the corner of Chen Zong's mouth.
Chen Zong also replaced the remaining two low-grade primordial stones with Zengyuan Pills. Taking twenty-four pills together, the white mist’s true qi rose, and his cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the early stage of the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Infuriating Condensation
If the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm pursues the ultimate power of true qi, then the eighth level pursues the ultimate control of true qi.
In addition to the breakthrough in cultivation, the White Mist Art even broke through to the last and seventh floor.
Chen Zhenghong has practiced Baiwu Kungfu for more than 20 years, and he only reached the seventh level a few years ago. Compared with Chen Zonglai, this speed is like a world of difference.
White mist kung fu is divided into seven levels, the seventh level is the highest level, and after that, it is the realization of martial intent.
Martial arts has martial intent, and kung fu also has martial intent. It also requires a comprehensive, thorough, and unique understanding of it in order to be able to understand it clearly.
In most cases, martial arts and martial arts are more difficult to comprehend than martial arts martial arts, and they are more helpful to practitioners.
After all, martial arts and martial arts are very single, and any martial art that understands the martial arts can only increase that martial arts, and has no other use.
With one palm, traces of white are like clouds and silk, moving with Chen Zong's thoughts, condensing into a phantom of a flying bird, gradually staring at it, lifelike, even waving its wings, wanting to soar into the sky.
Another turn, the bird turned into an ape, jumped nimbly in the palm, jumped high and then fell, the white mist rolled and turned into a cheetah.
The powerful soul and powerful spiritual sense allow Chen Zong to have ultimate control over the power of his body. The white mist true energy can transform into various shapes in his palm.
Suddenly, the palm disappeared, Chen Zong got up, walked towards the window as if strolling in the garden, slowly opened the window, and looked at the night sky.
A round of bright moon hangs high, and the cool moonlight shines.
Staring at the bright moon, Chen Zong seemed insane.
Suddenly, a faint phantom appeared behind Chen Zong, silently, and the short black blade was like fangs in the night, fiercely piercing Chen Zong's back, which was the heart.
The blow was extremely ferocious, but there was no breath leaking out. Combined with the foundation-building realm's ninth-level true qi cultivation, it was difficult for non-extraordinary realms to resist.
I don't know how many masters have been killed by this blow, and now, another one will be added.
It's just that when the blow pierced the opponent's figure, he didn't feel the slightest bit. The killer knew that he had missed, but he didn't just leave, but turned around quickly. All the qi erupted, and the terrifying knife qi swept across the sky, cutting and chopping everything in the house.
The cold breath is all over the place, and the frost is pervasive.
Another hit.
At this moment, a trace of ominousness emerged in the killer's heart, and without any hesitation, he immediately flew towards the open window, looking like a ghost.
"Since you're here, let's stay alive."
As he approached the window, a gentle voice came into his ears, like the breeze like the bright moon, more gentle like jade, but it made the killer feel a chill from the bottom of his heart for no reason.
The chill was like a tide, sweeping through the whole body in an instant.
From the corner of his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a white sword light flying towards the sky, and at the same time, a sharp scream sounded in his ears, which was an absolute sound.
After searching, Chen Zong found a curved blade token in his hand, engraved with the word "Black Kill".
"The rules of the Black Assassination Tower, if you fail three assassinations, you will stop." Chen Zong put away the black assassination order, and said softly to himself: "Now it is the third time, and next time, I should not assassinate me again. "
In Liu Chengyi's words, the Black Kill Tower is very powerful, and there are experts in the Transcendent Realm among them, which is not what Chen Zong can fight against now.
But one day, the grace of these three assassinations will definitely be repaid.
No matter you take money from others and assassinate yourself, you will end up killing yourself. It is a grievance, and the grievance needs to be resolved.
"The eighth level of cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and being an invincible opponent in the Transcendent Realm, it's time to settle the matter." Looking at the bright moon outside the window, Chen Zong said secretly.
There is a rule in Qingyun Sect. A disciple of the outer sect can leave the sect for half a month at most. Before leaving, he needs to apply for registration, and he needs to report after returning. If he exceeds, he will be expelled from the sect.
Chen Zong is very curious about Zongmen, and in this world, Zongmen is supreme, and if you want to practice better, you must enter Zongmen.
Since this body is already a disciple of the sect, if it is not a last resort, of course he will not give up.
Therefore, within half a month, I will finish all the matters here, and then return to Qing Yunzong to practice hard.
The period of half a month is now the fourth day and almost the fifth day.
The night was still hazy, Chen Zong didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't practice any more exercises. Instead, he walked into the courtyard with his sword and began to practice it.
The sword is the Baihong sword, and the sword technique is the Feihong sword technique. He has already entered the realm of perfection, and only he understands the martial arts intention.
Wu Yi is not practiced, but realized, but it can be helped to comprehend with the method of sword practice, which can get twice the result with half the effort.
The mystery of Feihong's swordsmanship has long been understood by Chen Zong, and now, it is even more important.
One move and one style are performed under the sword, the skill is united, the hand and the sword are united, the sword is the person, and the person is the sword, regardless of each other.
After three rounds of swordplay practice, Bai Hongjian paused and stayed in mid-air, as if he hadn't made a move, or hadn't really made a move, and then, his sword pierced through the air.
There was a sharp sound, and a bird could be vaguely seen shaking its wings and tearing apart the sky. Its posture was light and agile, its speed was as fast as the wind, and its momentum was as fierce as thunder.
The courtyard bricks were torn apart by the terrible breath, like a gap, and the thick and fine iron pile five meters away was bombarded, and was instantly cut and cut, just like a sharp knife cutting thin paper. The fracture is even more smooth as a mirror, reflecting a trace of dawn white.
This sword technique has already realized martial arts.