Chapter 18 Promotion to the Quadruple Layer of Body Tempering!
"drink!"
In a dense forest, the sound of a sword piercing the air was heard from time to time. Under the light of the morning sun, a black broken knife kept flying up and down against the golden light. Mo Wentian's face looked extremely calm, tied behind his head.
His long hair trembled slightly, dancing with the shadow of the knife, and Mo Wentian's whole person exuded a carefree atmosphere.
"Happy Sword Technique!"
With a slight shout, Mo Wentian's sword trembled, and his figure danced gracefully. The broken sword in his hand swiped forward slightly, then moved back and sliced towards the air. His feet lifted off the ground, and he pulled his body out.
When he reached mid-air, the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes widened, and a violent energy emitted from his body.
"kill!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's spirit, energy, and spirit were highly concentrated, and then he clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed towards the ground!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and under Mo Wentian's broken knife, a huge crack about two inches deep appeared out of thin air on the solid ground. Mo Wentian saw the result of his battle and nodded slightly,
Then he stood up and gently stroked the knife in his hand.
"Now it seems that after learning the Wuming Knife Technique, I have become much more proficient in the Xiaoyao Knife Technique. However, in terms of lethality, it is still not as good as the Splitting Knife Technique."
After practicing a set of Xiaoyao sword techniques, Mo Wentian was sweating profusely. In fact, before that, he even practiced the basic sword techniques. In order to break through the bottleneck of the chopping knife technique, Mo Wentian finally found another way, thinking
This is a method to use the knife skills that you are familiar with to reflect each other.
The Xiaoyao Sword Technique is the most common sword technique in the Xiaoyao Sect. Almost everyone who is an entry-level disciple knows it. Although Mo Wentian's qualifications are a little lower, but also because he has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child. After several years of polishing, the Xiaoyao Sword Technique has become close to the standard.
It's a great idea.
But unfortunately, after practicing the basic sword technique and the Xiaoyao sword technique for more than an hour, Mo Wentian discovered that the two and the nameless sword technique were on two levels, and there was no reference at all. For the first time,
Mo Wentian began to realize the power of this unknown sword technique.
"According to Master, Xiaoyao Sword Technique is a genuine intermediate sword technique. In this case, can it be said that this unknown sword technique is high-level? Or even a high-grade sword technique?"
This crazy idea shocked Mo Wentian himself. The martial arts skills on the Eastern Barren Continent can be divided into seven levels from low to high, namely low level, intermediate level, high level, yellow level, and black level.
, earth level and heaven level.
For example, Xiaoyaozi Chuan and Mo Wentian's Qingming Sword Manual is an outstanding category among intermediate swordsmanship, and has become the treasure of the Xiaoyao Sect. You can imagine how precious the martial arts skills are.
A powerful advanced skill can even be used by second-level sects, let alone the fourth-level martial arts, so Mo Wentian is a little unbelievable about his guess.
Turning his head and looking at Han Xing, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, and Luo Qi, who was silent, Mo Wentian no longer thought about it. The power of the sword suddenly changed, his right hand clenched the handle of the sword, and his left hand held the back of the sword. His whole aura changed from Xiaoyao
And it becomes colder, this is the first move of the Wuming Sword Technique, the Knife Starting Move!
"Um?"
Perhaps sensing the change in Mo Wentian's momentum, Han Xing, who originally looked a little bored, suddenly opened his eyes and stared closely at the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand, with a complicated expression on his face.
"Knife stance!"
"Flat knife style!"
"Striking style!"
"Chopping style!"
"Knife-shuttering style!"
Among the five sword techniques, Mo Wentian was still unable to achieve smooth flow, because his practice was biased, and the entire set of sword techniques soon showed imperfections.
At the beginning, Han Xing saw Mo Wentian's somewhat vulgar sword-raising stance, and was a little disapproving of it. However, as the flat-knife stance unfolded, his eyes seemed to be ignited with a light, but the next moment he became confused again,
It wasn't until the chopping knife came out that he became surprised again. By the time Mo Wentian finished practicing the entire set of knife skills, Han Xing had already frowned.
"Your flat sword style, was it the sword technique that blocked my punch yesterday?"
Hearing Han Xing's sudden question, Mo Wentian subconsciously looked towards Luo Qi, but found that the other party was still silent, so he could only nodded lightly.
"Your sword skills are somewhat interesting, but your mastery of the sword styles is obviously not balanced enough. The bias between close friends and strangers is too serious. If you face an enemy, you may not even have the chance to use the flat sword style!"
Having said this, Han Xing had already stood up and walked towards Mo Wentian.
"The only two things you can be considered successful at now are the flat knife and the chopping knife. If you use them individually, it's okay, but once they are connected in series, they will have many flaws, exploiting their weaknesses and avoiding their strengths!"
At this moment, Han Xing had already walked within ten feet in front of Mo Wentian, stopped, raised his hand and waved towards Mo Wentian.
"Practice it again and show me."
Mo Wentian was startled when he heard this. He was not worried that the other party would secretly learn this set of sword skills. You must know that Han Xing was not a swordsman, and he didn't even care about weapons. This is why Mo Wentian dared to show off in front of two people.
The reason why people practice swordsmanship openly.
"Are you going to..."
Before Mo Wentian could finish saying the three words "point me", Han Xing had already waved his hand impatiently.
"Where's all the nonsense? Just practice it once I ask you to do it!"
At that moment, Mo Wentian stopped being pretentious. He raised his hand and raised his sword, and tried his best to practice the Wuming Sword Technique from beginning to end. After putting away the sword, Mo Wentian raised his eyes expectantly.
Staring at the cold stars, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart.
"I see. Let me ask you, since you learned this set of sword skills, have you ever fought against anyone?"
"No...no..."
At this moment, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became extremely shocked, as if he was enlightened. Han Xing's words finally made Mo Wentian know what he lacked, actual combat!
"Sure enough, although you are quite proficient in the flat knife and chopping knife styles, between one defense and one attack, the defense seems rigid and old-fashioned, while the attack seems lack of momentum. So, let's start from here."
"Start? Start what?"
Mo Wentian asked a question subconsciously, but suddenly he felt a chill all over his body. A nearly substantive killing intent locked onto him, and then an ordinary fist, with a cold wind, hit Mo Wentian directly in the face.
Door!
"Flat knife style!"
"boom!"
Hastily accepting the challenge, Mo Wentian was blown away by Han Xing's punch without any suspense. His whole body slid several feet away in the air, and his hand bones were almost deformed. While he was still in the air, a few drops of blood fell to the ground.
"I will push my cultivation to the fourth level of body tempering, be careful!"
Han Xing didn't explain much, and still looked at Mo Wentian who fell to the ground with a cold look on his face. He put one hand behind his back, leaving only one fist in front, and continued to walk towards Mo Wentian with slow steps.
Mo Wentian stabbed the broken knife towards the ground, supported his body and stood up again, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually emitted a strong light, watching the cold stars approaching, Mo Wentian held the knife in his right hand and left hand
Holding the back of the knife horizontally, the body became completely tense.
"Come again!"
Luo Qi watched the battle between Mo Wentian and Han Xing with cold eyes, biting his lips. This girl, who had always been resourceful, seemed a little panicked at this moment.
"The Taotie pattern! It turns out to be the Taotie pattern!"
As she kept chanting these words, Luo Qi's expression became more and more panicked. Since she came into the world, there has never been anything so out of her control. This is a bit difficult for Luo Qi to accept.
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu, if you can't make it over again, just wait until I collect the body of your junior sister!"
Luo Qi didn't know if he could hear his voice on Friday. Anyway, the battle between Mo Wentian and Han Xing was still going on. This was the eighth time that Mo Wentian got up from the ground.
In every battle, no matter how much Mo Wentian concentrated his energy or even mobilized the internal force in his body, he could not match the power of Han Xing's punch. However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the distance that Mo Wentian was knocked back has been greatly shortened to
About one foot!
"The enlightenment is not too bad, but it is not enough!"
Facing the already bruised Mo Wentian, Han Xing showed no mercy at all. Instead, like a machine without any emotion, he fired out a series of precise punches, knocking Mo Wentian to the ground again and again.
"Again...again!"
On the other hand, Mo Wentian's face was covered with blood, and his right arm was already a little red and swollen, but his eyes were still firm and even brighter, and the hand holding the broken knife was still stable, without any trace of it.
Tremble!
"Bang!"
"boom!"
"Hey!"
…
Mo Wentian got up again and again, and fell down again and again. The pain was everywhere in his body, but the broken knife in his hand became more and more freely used, like an arm. Finally, after being knocked down by Han Xing for the twentieth time
After that, he never got up again, and the place where Mo Wentian fell at this time was only three feet away from Han Xing!
"Okay, that's it for today's training. It seems that our journey will be delayed a bit."
Han Xing's voice was still emotionless, as if he was just stating a fact. Then he turned around and sat down under the tree again, and began to close his eyes and rest, while Mo Wentian was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky filled with sunlight,
I recited a passage of text silently in my mind, and my consciousness gradually began to blur.
"The way of observing the sky and carrying out the deeds of the sky are complete. If you practice it in the sky, the universe depends on your hands, and all transformations come from your body!"
…
In the next few days, Mo Wentian was squeezed out of every ounce of physical strength by Han Xingsheng every day, and then passed out on the ground. Han Xing was also surprised to find that this young man was not only very tough, but also was able to wake up every time.
After that, it became lively again.
"Hey, this is really weird!"
However, Han Xing did not ask about the doubts in his heart, and Mo Wentian did not explain. Now, apart from eating, drinking, and eating, Mo Wentian spends almost all his time fighting Han Xing. Now, with one of Han Xing's
Mo Wentian was able to block the fist firmly and counterattack in a timely manner.
Even Han Xing was secretly stunned by Mo Wentian's rapid progress. Of course, he did not express this emotion, but silently felt that Mo Wentian's sword skills were becoming more and more mature and smooth.
On the fifth day, Mo Wentian was able to switch from defense to attack at any time, and the connection between the flat knife style and the splitting knife style became more and more smooth. At this point, the knife style was finally approaching perfection!
It's just that Mo Wentian is still a little unfamiliar with the application of the knife-opening and knife-retracting postures, and he hasn't been able to realize what the final lack of the chopping knife posture is. Even so, he can do this in a short period of time.
At this point, Mo Wentian was already extremely satisfied.
In the following time, Han Xing no longer fought head-on with Mo Wentian, but would often punch out unexpectedly, making Mo Wentian unable to defend himself, but also greatly enhancing Mo Wentian's ability to respond to crises.
And on this day, while walking and stopping, the three of them finally saw the end of this dense forest, where a huge city wall stood tall.
"Finally out!"
Mo Wentian sighed heavily, with a look of joy on his face. In the past few days, due to Han Xing's irregular harassment tactics, Mo Wentian's spirit has been in an extremely tense state, and he is even more tired than before.
This kind of fatigue comes not only from the body, but also from the spirit.
Now that he saw the town, Mo Wen Tiancai finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the town, Han Xing would never suddenly take action, otherwise his identity as an ancient demon would be exposed sooner or later.
Moreover, no one can be seen for a long time, only the dense woods with the same scenery, which is a bit unbearable for anyone looking at it for a long time.
In the midst of joy, Mo Wentian suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the back of his head. Without thinking, as if the conditions were reflexive, Mo Wentian drew the knife with his right hand and turned around in one go. The black blade was raised forward, and he happened to hit the person who looked like a jing.
An iron-like fist, but this time, Mo Wentian suddenly felt something was different.
Almost instantly, Mo Wentian's throat suddenly felt sweet, and a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth. He stared at Han Xing with wide eyes, somewhat disbelieving.
This time, Han Xing's eyes were no longer indifferent, but mocking, as if looking at a dead person. Although the cultivation he used was still at the fourth level of body tempering, this time, Han Xing's left hand had been covered by four black rays of cold light.
Wrapped tightly, it appears blurry.
"He used a command spell!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian could deeply understand that this time was different from the previous discussions, but Han Xing was going to put himself to death!
Without asking why, Mo Wentian's heart felt as if it had been chopped into pieces by a knife. The scene where Li Yuanji took his life appeared in front of his eyes. It was so similar to now!
Once again being plotted against by someone he trusted, the sadness of being betrayed immediately turned into Mo Wentian's endless anger.
"Why!"
With a roar in his mouth, Mo Wentian cut off the knife in his hand and gently flicked it to the side, then raised it high in the air. At this moment, Mo Wentian had completely disregarded life and death, and only wanted to smash everything in front of him. His body was originally calm.
The internal energy suddenly surged violently and quickly gathered on Mo Wentian's right arm.
With a determined and majestic killing intent, Mo Wentian slashed out the knife in his hand.
"Chopping style!"
At the moment when the chopping style was completed, Mo Wentian suddenly felt a sudden realization in his heart. At the same time, before the sword fell, Mo Wentian suddenly felt clearly that the aura of heaven and earth outside his body became more intense.
Friendly, my perception quickly more than doubled.
A long, shallow blood mark lightly traced across the back of Mo Wentian's right hand, connecting it with the first three command spells without any gaps. It was natural!
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