The next day, Bai Ye went to the wooden house early to challenge the black Italian wooden man.
Seeing Bai Ye standing in front of Heiyi Muren again, the disciples voluntarily withdrew.
And the sleepy steward who was lying in front of the table opened his eyes again.
Bai Ye took a deep breath, held the wooden sword, and began to attack.
There were only two images in his mind.
Action scenes of the Black Italian Woodman.
The villain pattern on the Nine Soul Sword Art.
Although a duel is not an exercise, it is a test of one's own strength, and using a sword in a duel is a test of one's own sword skills. The swordsman must persevere and stick to his heart. Regardless of the strength of the opponent, he must concentrate and be meticulous.
, give it your all! In this way, not only the sword, the soul, and the martial arts will also improve and keep moving forward.
Soul power surged into his arm and poured into the wooden sword. The rough wooden sword immediately became sharp and compelling.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Bai Ye used the Jinghong footwork and the Flashing Sword Technique to the extreme, but in terms of speed, he was far behind Heiyimu Ren. In the blink of an eye, Heiyi Muren shook away the wooden sword, and then followed him with another blow.
The punch came.
Bai Ye's eyes flashed, and he bent his body at ninety degrees. While avoiding the fist, he stabbed the wooden man's pendant with his sword.
To be able to fire this sword with such movement!
This blow is stunning!
"Success?"
All the people standing at the door held their breaths and their hearts seemed to have stopped.
But in this flash of lightning, a hand suddenly grabbed the wooden sword.
It's the hand of a black Italian!
Bai Ye's eyes tightened...
Click.
The wooden sword was broken.
Heiyi Muren punched Bai Ye in the chest, and he was knocked away again.
Bai Ye, defeated!
"Pity!"
"It's obviously just a little bit close."
The crowd sighed.
Bai Ye covered his chest, coughed twice, walked out, and handed the pendant that had lost its mark back to the steward.
"Better than yesterday." The steward smiled and nodded.
"But it's not much better." Bai Ye smiled bitterly, turned and left.
Bai Ye left and the crowd returned to the wooden man's room. The steward did not even look at the disciples and continued to sleep soundly on top of them.
Bai Ye always benefited a lot from the fights with the Black Italians.
He discovered that the Heiyimu Man defeated him not by relying on speed and its terrifying soul power, but by skill. To outsiders, Bai Ye seemed to be about to seize the pendant mark on the Heiyimu Man's chest, but this was not the case.
Whether it was yesterday's battle or today's battle, the Heimu people deliberately exposed their flaws and used them as traps to seduce them. Once they attacked the pendant, they would have been defeated.
The third day.
The fourth day.
The fifth day.
....
Bai Ye seems to be tireless and goes to the wooden house to challenge the wooden man every day.
It would attract attention from all parties at first, but later on, people would become accustomed to it.
Every time Bai Ye almost took the mark of the Black Yimu people, but in the end he would be defeated first by the Black Yimu people.
Bai Ye's defeat has become normal in the eyes of these people.
But in Bai Ye's view, failure is not important. The wooden man is not like a mechanism, but more like an opponent and a teacher.
In the constant battle with Mu Ren, Bai Ye gradually understood the secret of the first picture of "Nine Soul Sword Art".
Most people think that by awakening the Heavenly Soul, one can command the Heavenly Soul. However, this is not the case. A true soul cultivator must transform the Heavenly Soul into a part of the body, integrate it into one body, and integrate it. When a thought is generated, the soul power can be used in an instant.
Time rushes to where it is needed, and the soul follows the heartbeat.
The Nine Soul Sword Jue is called Sword Jue, but it is actually a profound soul cultivation method. The graphic moves above are also metaphors for soul cultivation.
After understanding this point, and then looking at the Nine Soul Sword Jue, it suddenly became clear.
In the back mountain, Bai Ye held a wooden stick, and the soul power was circling in the stick. The wind seemed to be blowing with his swing, and an inexplicable momentum rippled around him.
The monkeys in the forest were attracted, but they didn't dare to get close.
After finishing a set of soul power, Bai Ye took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to meditate.
"I didn't expect you to progress so quickly. Your sword follows your heart, and your soul follows your heart. In just one month, you have already reached this point. It seems that you are not far away from entering the spirit realm."
The familiar cheerful voice sounded again.
Bai Ye opened his eyes and knew who it was without looking back. He smiled lightly and said: "The eighth level of talent and soul realm, what is there to be happy about? You, on the other hand, are unfathomable, your strength is unknown, and you don't even know your name yet."
"Does making friends care about names or strength?"
The man in white clothes threw a jar of wine, and Bai Ye caught it.
"You're right, I'm just being hypocritical!"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and took a big sip.
"Good wine! Much better than before." Bai Ye put down the wine jar and exclaimed.
The two of them drank a lot of wine before, but this sip of wine made his lips and teeth stunned, and his tongue was a little numb.
"This is spiritual wine. Drinking it has a lot of benefits for Tianhun! This is the last time we drink, so of course we have to drink better." The man said, with a faint smile on his face.
Bai Ye heard the voice and frowned slightly: "For the last time? Are you leaving the sect?"
"It's not that I'm leaving the sect, it's that the sect is leaving me."
The man looked into the distance, lost in thought.
"What do you mean?" Bai Ye became increasingly puzzled.
The man shook his head but didn't say much.
The meal was spent in a strange atmosphere.
The wine jar was dry, and the man turned around and left without saying a word.
Bai Ye was suspicious, but without thinking much, he turned and walked towards the wooden man's room.
He challenged for a whole month, but never succeeded, but this did not make him give up.
Bai Ye came to the wooden man's room, but the disciples in the room did not leave. People seemed to know the answer and no longer wanted to see him.
They knew that Bai Ye would definitely be defeated soon.
But this time, Bai Ye's momentum was overwhelming. His eyes were like torches, staring at the Heimu man in the center. His eyes were like a sharp sword. The sword had been unsheathed. There seemed to be momentum in his eyes!
The steward looked at him with interest.
Taking the wooden sword, Bai Ye stepped over.
However, when he approached the Black Intentional Wood Man, his soul power did not activate, and the wooden sword moved first, relying only on brute force.
"Oh?" The manager's eyes lit up.
To be continued...