In the darkness, only a slightly childish cry could be heard, and a series of piercing sounds echoed in the room.
Mo Wentian held a broken broken sword tightly in his hand and waved it tirelessly again and again. The blade drew arcs with the same trajectory in the air, from top to bottom, over and over again.
"I can't do it anymore, I've reached my limit!"
Suddenly, there was a blade light that slightly deviated from the original trajectory. Mo Wentian sighed in his heart, stopped and put away the blade, sat down on the ground, and started breathing heavily.
"At this speed, I can swing five hundred swords today. According to this world's terms, my strength should also be raised to the peak of the third level of body tempering!"
Infinite hope rose in Mo Wentian's heart, then he put the broken knife in his hand aside, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to silently recite the 24 words engraved on the handle of the knife, and immediately felt in his chest and abdomen,
A warm current surged up again, flowing endlessly in Mo Wentian's body.
This warm current can help Mo Wentian eliminate physical fatigue in the shortest possible time and regain his vitality. Even Mo Wentian's knife wound has been healed under the influence of this warm current.
"The way to observe the sky and the actions of the heaven are complete. If you practice it in the sky, the universe depends on your hands, and all transformations come from your body."
In this place where there is only darkness, Mo Wentian has completely lost the concept of time. Ever since he recovered, Mo Wentian has been practicing his swordsmanship when moving, and chanting when he is still, never stopping. In a short period of time, Mo Wentian
Tian has actually raised his level from the second level of body quenching to the peak of the third level of body quenching!
In Mo Wentian's memory, this is a place called the Eastern Wilderness Continent. It is a world that advocates strength. Warriors are always above worldly power, and the strength of warriors on this continent is divided.
, is extremely clear.
Master Xiaoyaozi once briefly told Mo Wentian that when a warrior enters Taoism, he will go through the body tempering period of polishing his body, the Qi training period of integrating internal strength, and finally enter the innate stage where ordinary warriors pursue their lifelong pursuit.
Each period is divided into nine levels. For example, the murderer brother Li Yuanji is a genuine master at the peak of the eighth level of the body tempering stage, so he can kill the former Mo Wentian with one strike so easily.
Mo Wentian has a master and a senior brother. Naturally, he also has a sect to which he belongs. The sect that Mo Wentian belongs to is called Xiaoyao Sect. It is a third-class sect recognized by all the warriors on the Eastern Wilderness Continent, and it is also the Xiaoyao Sect.
The location is the country-protecting sect of Chu State!
As the head of a third-class sect, Xiaoyaozi's strength has reached the stage of the fifth level of Qi training. He has deep internal strength. He can break steel and gravel with one strike. His internal strength is at the peak of Qi training.
One of the basic signs is naturally not what Mo Wentian, who is still in the body tempering stage, should have.
Mo Wentian, on the other hand, believed that he had gained inner strength unintentionally! It was the warm current that still flows in Mo Wentian's body!
In Mo Yun's world, the word internal power is naturally familiar, because many heroes and knights in stories have internal power. However, this is a fictional thing after all. No one will take it seriously. Naturally, no one knows how internal power comes from.
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After coming to the Eastern Wilderness Continent, he inherited Mo Wentian's memory, but there was no explanation about his internal strength. This is because Mo Wentian's current strength is still too humble, and Master Xiaoyaozi will naturally not encourage others to do so and let Mo Wentian
It’s so ambitious to understand this thing called internal strength.
Therefore, Mo Wentian today has no idea where this inner force comes from and how it should be used. The only thing Mo Wentian knows is that when he recites those 24 words, this inner force will come out uninvited
, this is enough.
I don’t know if it’s because he gained his internal strength in advance, but Mo Wentian’s strength increased at a rate that was simply astonishing. You know, even the most talented disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, Li Yuanji, graduated from the second level of body tempering back then.
It took a full year to reach the peak of the third level of body tempering!
And how long did it take Mo Wentian? Maybe, three or four days?
But Mo Wentian knew that this was not enough. There was no other reason. Even if he could get out of trouble this time, he would still not be Li Yuanji's opponent.
Li Yuanji had already killed Mo Wentian once. Mo Wentian believed that if he appeared in front of the other party, even if it was to hide his crime, Li Yuanji would not hesitate to raise the knife in his hand against him again.
Without the backing of strength, Mo Wentian at this time is still like meat on the chopping board. If he comes out of this place, it will be a dead end!
About half an hour later, Mo Wentian stood up from the ground again, holding the broken knife in his hand again.
"drink!"
Mo Wentian shouted loudly, raised his hand to strike, and the broken blade made a sound as it rubbed against the air, and then repeated the trajectory just now, slashing downwards fiercely.
From the beginning of his sword training, Mo Wentian practiced only this sword from beginning to end.
This sword does not come from any teaching from Xiaoyaozi, or even from the Qingming Sword Manual passed down by the master. This sword comes from that ball of light!
In the only group of light that Mo Wentian could see clearly, the sword technique used by the man and his sword had no name, and included a total of five sword moves.
Mo Wentian was a beggar in his previous life. He didn't know much and was even less literate, so he vividly named these five sword movements according to their movements, namely the knife-raising posture, the flat-knife posture, and the knife-cutting posture.
Splitting style and closing style.
Every style looks ordinary and extremely simple.
However, it was this seemingly extremely simple five-sword technique. When Mo Wentian actually picked up the broken knife in his hand and wanted to imitate the movements in the light and shadow, and use the same sword technique, he found that he was completely unable to do it.
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Because it is too simple, it is extremely difficult!
Each of the five types of knife techniques must be clean and neat, without any sloppiness. The requirements for the arc of the knife mark are also extremely strict, and there must be no deviation.
What Mo Wentian is practicing now is the fourth style of the Wuming Sword Technique, the splitting style.
The splitting style is the most lethal of the five sword techniques, and it is also the most difficult to practice, but Mo Wentian has no choice. This sword will become his only reliance after leaving this place!
Until Mo Wentian swung the 360th sword just now, he had only successfully practiced most of the chopping skills. However, in the final section, Mo Wentian still couldn't do what he did in the light and shadow.
Like clouds and flowing water.
Mo Wentian had a vague feeling that when he could wield five hundred swords at once, he would be able to fully grasp the essence of this sword.
As Mo Wentian wielded the knife tirelessly again and again, and fell to the ground exhausted again and again, the number of knives that Mo Wentian could swing at one time was rapidly increasing.
"five hundred!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's body suddenly burst out with an indomitable momentum. The broken knife in his hand actually trembled slightly. A tremor suddenly arose in Mo Wentian's heart, as if no matter what obstacles were ahead, he could not stop himself.
I can chop it into pieces with one knife!
"This is what it feels like!"
Mo Wentian suppressed the joy in his heart, moved lightly, moved a few steps ahead, and then looked straight ahead. Although Mo Wentian couldn't see anything at the moment, he already knew that what was in front of him was the barrier.
The only barrier between yourself and the outside world.
It was a huge iron door. After Mo Wentian regained his freedom, he used the broken knife in his hand countless times to break open it and escape, but failed time and time again.
Facing the invisible iron door again, Mo Wentian gently closed his eyes.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's heart was still, and his only obsession was to release all the power of his body on the broken knife in his hand. At this moment, the warm current in Mo Wentian's body began to flow towards his hands.
His arms rushed away, and then Mo Wentian raised the broken knife in both hands, with enough breath in his chest, he chopped down the broken knife in his hand with the force of thunder.
"Chopping style!"
"boom!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian finally heard the loud noise of the iron door collapsing. A cool breeze, accompanied by a few stars, shone on Mo Wentian's closed eyes. Mo Wentian took a deep breath.
Take a breath of the air outside the door.
"I finally came out!"
There was no moon in the night sky, and under the cold starlight, Mo Wentian opened his eyes for the first time and saw this brand new world, feeling in awe.
"Is this the Eastern Wilderness Continent?"
Mo Wentian raised his head and asked softly, but found that this world was not much different from the place he was familiar with. It was just because it lost the atmosphere of modern reinforced concrete that made Mo Wentian feel a little relaxed.
It was also shocking.
Looking back, behind Mo Wentian, there was a mountain col made of thousands of broken knives. From Mo Wentian's memory, he learned that this place was called Feidao Mountain.
The mottled starlight shone on the rusty blade, reflecting a desolate chill. Between the thousands of blades, a strong murderous aura rushed towards his face, causing Mo Wentian's heartbeat to accelerate sharply.
No one knows where this pile of discarded knives, which is enough to form a small mountain, came from, or why it was abandoned here to be corroded by the years.
Mo Wentian moved his eyes away from the Waste Knife Mountain and looked at the room where he almost died, the place where he was reborn. It was a knife hiding room. The wooden frame that Mo Wentian knocked down before was originally placed there.
A knife rest with discarded knives on the ground.
The knife-hiding room was actually not very big. Mo Wentian only glanced twice and saw the empty room clearly. The entire knife-hiding room was about ten square meters, with hundreds of pieces scattered on the ground.
The broken and useless swords were very messy, most of them had been pressed on Mo Wentian before and were swept to the ground by him.
In addition to the scrapped knives, there are seven or eight decayed wooden shelves scattered on the ground. It seems that they were the knife racks used to hold the scrapped knives. Most of them have completely fallen apart and been broken down into sections.
Old wooden blocks.
Seeing that there was no more value in the knife hiding room, Mo Wentian tightened his grip on the broken knife, turned his head again, looked at the world outside the Waste Knife Mountain, and sighed softly.
There is a dense mountain forest. In the night, it is like a huge black pocket, waiting for innocent prey to be sent into it.
"But now, where else can I go?"
The Xiaoyao Sect cannot go back, at least until the master comes back, Li Yuanji will never let Mo Wentian survive. Perhaps now all the official disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect have been firmly controlled by Li Yuanji. Going back is just a waste of time.
"Step by step!"
The hardest part has been endured, not to mention that now that he has regained his freedom, Mo Wentian is not afraid of the future. As he said, if you live your life again and you have already earned something, what should you be afraid of?
There is only one problem.
Mo Wentian was only two or three years old when he was picked up by his master and became a direct disciple of Xiaoyao Sect. Since then, Mo Wentian has never walked half a step down Xiaoyao Mountain. Therefore, even in Mo Wentian's In my memory, there is no information about the Xiaoyao Sect.
So now Mo Wentian can only remember the way back to Xiaoyao Sect, but he doesn't know how to get out of this mountain forest. He doesn't even know how far it is from the town. Maybe before he reaches a populated place, He died in it.
This is not a problem for Mo Wentian. As a person who once relied on begging for several years, survival, for Mo Wentian, is like the instinct of an ordinary beast. What's more, today's Mo Wentian , is already a qualified warrior, and has even learned a powerful sword technique.
Where in the world can't I go?
Stretching out his left hand and waving behind him as if to say goodbye, Mo Wentian took a step forward and walked towards the outside of Waste Knife Mountain without looking back.